I do not own Batman or any of the DC characters. I do own the OCs. Reviews are always appreciated. Let me know what you think about it. I have a few more chapters ready to go. Constructive Criticism is always welcomed.

This is Post TDK.

It had been 6 months since Gotham had lost its "white light" and the Joker had been caught, for good. It was also how long Batman had been the primary suspect for the murder of 5 Gotham citizens. Batman had been sighted a few times after the search began, but then he disappeared. The crime rates had gone back up and everything was turning dark again.

I wasn't here for the whole "Joker vs Batman" showdown, nor was I here for the tragic death of Harvey Dent. You see, I just moved to Gotham a week ago and I quickly found out that no matter how scary it was during the day, it was always a thousand times scarier at night.

You're probably thinking "well why did you move to Gotham, if it is so terrifying?" and the answer is my job. I'm a dance choreographer and it just so happens that the Gotham Dance Academy needed one. That's right, I'm a dancer.

When most people think of Gotham Dance Academy, they think of a very prestigious place where every one dances ballet and wears leotards. So not true. Even though most kinds of dance originates from ballet, it can be completely opposite.

I have learned just about every form of dance, because when I was 4 my mom dressed me in a leotard and pushed me into a dance class at every possible chance. I used to hate it but now I couldn't see life without it. Most parents, in the neighborhood I grew up in, wanted their children to be doctors or lawyers. Mainly so they're kids would be little versions of themselves.

The reason she put me through all that dance was unknown to me until a few years ago when my Father came running back into my life. Btw, he left my mom and me when I was two because he said he wasn't "in love" anymore. I remember it all as if it just happened. Basically, he found out that I was accepted into Julliard and that I was given a full scholarship. He insisted that I come live with him and his fake-boobed and even more fake personality wife. I nicely denied his offer and him for that matter.

It's because when she was younger my grandparents taught her that no one likes someone who "expresses" themselves more importantly that no one cared, including them. They were rich snobs that only cared about their social status and of course everyone else's. Which brings me to why I hate people like that.

Gotham is full of those snobs, unfortunately a few of their spawn attends GDA.

My apartment was given to me as a present from GDA, which made me happy and confused. Is Gotham so bad that when someone accepts a job here they give them an apartment as a "Thank you for putting yourself in the heart of crime" present? I could let it bother me, but I'm not. It was 2 blocks away from the dance studio and was in a pretty safe neighborhood.

It was late October when I had settled in and had gotten started teaching a few classes at GDA. The colorful leaves, that weren't lying on the ground, were slowly falling from the trees as I walked through the park towards the main office. I had just finished a class, so I was dressed in a white tee shirt and some PINK capri pants with a pair of addidas. Nothing special, yet I didn't look like a homeless person. Which left me wondering why I was being stared at by most of the people crowding the sidewalk.

"Did I miss something?" I asked myself.

When I opened the office door, I saw the dean and a few staff members standing with two other men. This was an Academy, so I figured that they had just finished a meeting or something.

"Miss Matthews." Someone called out. I turned around to see the dean looking my way and waving me over.

"I want you to meet some people." I started walking towards the group.

"This is Abigail Matthews, our new choreographer. Miss Matthews, this is Bruce Wayne." He said motioning to the gorgeous man that stood in from of me.

"Miss Matthews, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard a lot about you." The man stated.

"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Wayne, and I hope it is all good things." He smiled. Oh God, he has a gorgeous smile.

"We are very happy to have Miss Matthews here." The Dean said.

"So, are you going to be in the recital?" Bruce Wayne asked.

"Reci-"

"Yes, she will be." The Dean said whie I shot him a confused and pissed off stare. I hated it when people cut me off.

"I'm sorry to have cut this meeting short, but I have another meeting that is about to start." He stated. "It was very nice to meet you, Miss Matthews." He said looking at me.

"It was nice to meet you too." I said. And with that Bruce Wayne exited the building.

I immediately turned to the Dean.

"What recital are you talking about?" I asked.

"I was going to tell you, it must have slipped my mind. The Academy holds a recital every year for the students and staff. It is mainly to show the board and the ones who donate money what the students are learning here." He explained. " I have a favor to ask you, too. It's about the recital."

"Well you already nominated me to be in it without me knowing, what else could there possibly be?" I asked.

"Well…. I was wondering, even though you just started here, if you would direct it." He asked. "You will be paid a considerable amount of money for doing this, but I do have to tell you it won't be easy."

"I'll do it." I stated.

When I got home I began thinking of ideas for the theme or if I was going to even have a theme. There was so many things that had to be done. Luckily I had 6 months to plan it. I sat on the floor in my living room with papers and music sheets everywhere, it looked like the music gods sent a hurricane through my apartment.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself.