A/N: Hello to all! I am back this time with something more intriguing. I have always wanted to write a Batman (Nolanverse)/Inception crossover! My character, Eloise Harlo, you may recognize from my Inception story called "The Guardian to the Mark" you may want to check it out, but it really isn't that necessary to understand this new story. Anyway, enjoy! And let me know what you think!

Prologue

"Can you do it?" I heard his voice in the far end of the room located in the east wing of the manor. No one was allowed in here, except for Alfred and myself. But I never ventured here that often because it was always Alfred he wanted to see. My heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. It was sad and weary, but nonetheless I found it very attractive.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand." I said as he emerged from the shadows and limped toward me. I tried to persuade Alfred to convince Mr. Wayne to get his leg checked out at the hospital. The pain must be unbearable, especially when he had to depend on his cane.

"Ms. Harlo I may be slightly handicapped but I am not a fool. I know about your previous line of work." Mr. Wayne stood before me, his eyes narrowed watching my every move. I turned around and set the tray gently on the table. I cursed myself for ever being in that line of work. Momentarily I regretted not accepting John Daggot's job offer. After all, he offered me that precious prototype that would give anyone who wanted it a clean slate. With that damn prototype I would have been able to erase everything that had to do with that line of work, including the inception heist on my ex-husband, Robert Fischer.

"Mr. Wayne, that part of my life is over." I stared off into the opposite side of the wall. I didn't want to look at him. Although, I had a feeling he knew about everything.

"You don't dream anymore? I would think you..." Mr. Wayne said quietly.

"That I would?" I laughed bitterly at the thought. "I can't do it on my own anymore." I simply answered.

"But if you wanted to dream you would be able to?" I had a feeling he wasn't going to drop this.

Mr. Wayne wanted something, but what exactly was it?

"I suppose so, yes." I gripped the edge of the dark wooden round table as I heard him take a few steps closer to me. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I want to dream." He simply stated as he took hold of my arm and forced me to look at him.

"Please, don't ask me about this. Once you go under, nothing will be the same. You will lose yourself, Mr. Wayne." I pleaded. He already seemed distraught and lost already, dreaming like this would push him over the edge. "For you it is not a good idea."

His handsome face seemed frustrated and his grip tightened on my arm. "What do you mean by that?"

I straightened myself out and looked into his eyes. "I think you already know what I mean by that." My brown orbs looked at the direction of the mantle that held pictures of his parents and of a young woman. I had a feeling it had something to do with them.

"You don't know me enough to judge, nor do I care what you think. I just want you to help me." His tone was very cold and angry.

"I am not judging you at all." I placed my hand on top of his while he still held my arm. "Mr. Wayne, I am simply warning you that this is dangerous and that it can ruin everything you believe in and it might destroy your perception on what is real. This ruined my life." I had to internally fight back to hold the tears. There was no way I was going to let him see me cry.

"As you can see, I don't have much of a life to ruin." Mr. Wayne remarked. I couldn't tell a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He was so much more complicated than I had originally thought.

"If you are so keen on doing this then I will go in with you." I was determined just when I had been to protect Robert from the truth.

"I won't win on that will I?" He whispered.

I vehemently shook my head. "On this matter, no not at all Mr. Wayne."