Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except for Dawn Brooks of my own creation!

Summary: Their was a women before Rachel Daws who he thought he would never see again fate has other plans.

Everything has been fixed so sorry uploaded the wrong document because of my hurry!

Read and review! Haven't wrote in a while hope i'm not that rusty! Enjoy!


It was a stormy night for Gotham not the best type of night to go out and patrol the city. Yet, Bruce was out in the storm protected by his costume and cowl looking for criminal activity. When he found her in an old abandon warehouse lying down on what appeared to be an exam table made out of metal with just a cushion on top. She didn't look anything like the sleeping beauty from the fairytale's for one she had light auburn hair; she was pale and not at all conscious. Her grey shirt was barely hanging together exposing her chest and her jeans looked like they'd seen better days.

"Alfred prepare a medical area and a guestroom I'm bringing someone home"

"Your bringing someone home?" Alfred repeated confused

"Yes Alfred I'm bringing someone home."

15 minutes later Bruce had appeared without his cowl and carrying a women who looked dead.

"Oh god master Bruce is this young lady ok?"

"It's Dawn Alfred and I have no idea I know she has a heartbeat but I couldn't leave her"

He thought he would never see her again yet here she was lying down on his infirmary table in the middle of the Batcave.

She woke up with a gasp and took a minute to retrieve her breath before looking around to what she assumed was some sort of cave as she looked around she noticed a figure coming closer.

"Bruce" She whispered. Then she looked down at her shredded shirt "what happened? And where the hell am I?"

"It's nice to see you're alive" Bruce replied nonchalantly

"It's nice to be alive."

"Dawn why didn't you tell me you were in Gotham?" He demanded

"Hi it's nice to see you too, it wasn't any of your business?"

"Why were you laying on a lab table in an abandoned warehouse?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you the questions? Bruce what is going on here I'm in a cave with a whole bunch of gadgets and oh god Bruce you're the Batman for crying out loud." She shrieked as she noticed the bat emblem on his costume, which was missing the cape and the cowl.

"It would appear so"

"What playboy life didn't cut it anymore? Not that you were much of a playboy to begin with right Bruce?" She taunted

"Why are you in Gotham Dawn?" He demanded a little more serious

"I got a job offer as a legal assistant." She admitted, "not all of us are billionaires like you."

"Why did you leave Gotham Dawn?" He asked not really wanting to hear the answer but somewhere inside of him he was angry with her for leaving without so much as a goodbye.

"You know why I left Bruce! There wasn't anything left for me here" she argued back. "Now can I possibly get an extra shirt? I feel naked enough as it is."

"Yes Alfred can you please hand me the shirt you managed to find."

Alfred handed her the white blouse "Its nice to finally meet you Ms. Brook." He smiled.

"Thank you and the pleasure is all mine Mr. Alfred" she smiled back. Then proceeded to simply take off her shirt in front off both men and put the other one on. "Still have women with good taste I see."

Alfred could only smile Bruce seemed to have found his match in the mouthy brunette. "Will that be all master Wayne?"

"Prepare her a nice hot meal."

"Will do sir." Alfred replied as he walked up the stairs.

"Dawn do you remember how you ended up in that abandoned warehouse?" Bruce turned to look at Dawn who was looking around the room.

"I wish I did Bruce, but I don't even remember putting on the clothe you found me in." She turned to Bruce giving him all of her attention.

"Do you know why someone would want you dead?"