Title: Fallen Angel

Author: Seirenia (Me)

Fandom: Batman: The Animated Series / Justice League Animated Series

Owner(s) of the Fandom: DC Comics, Inc., Warner Bros.

Rating: M-M+, for graphic violence, depicted death, Non-Consensual relations, aggression, abuse, fluff, etc.

Pairing(s): Batman/Bruce Wayne / OC. Clark Kent / Lois Lane, J'onn J'onzz / Oreos, Green Lantern(John Stewart) / Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol).

Disclaimer: I don't know Batman/Bruce Wayne. I don't know Claire Kennedy. I do own all original characters. I do not own Batman, or other DC Characters. I don't mean to cause harm, confusion or headaches. If either of the characters this story is about would like discuss future works, you know how to get in touch with me. Also, please don't sue me…I don't do well in jail and I have no money. Void where prohibited.

Chapter 1

The deluge of rain unleashed itself angrily from the dark, furious clouds in the sky above Gotham. Nothing was safe from the penetrating droplets of rain that fell to the ground. The repetitive plopping of drops echoed off the roof of the silver Toyota Camry as it safely maneuvered the streets.

The driver slid the car into its usual parking space, marked specifically for the tenant who resided in Apartment 810 in the Elysium Gardens Apartment Building. Located in the affluent Gotham Heights neighborhood, the historic building had been recently renovated and converted from an Office Building into a towering Apartment Complex. The modern interior was a welcoming sight for the driver. The young woman stood at five foot four and was slender in frame. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun and her steel colored eyes came into a raptor like gaze. She wore a set of blue scrubs embroidered with Gotham General Hospital, Emergency Department Dr. Claire Kennedy. They were marred and stained by blood and other fluids from her double shift in the ER. She was weak and weary. Quite ready to fall into bed and sleep the exhaustion away.

As she walked quietly through the Lobby, she saw the latest Tabloids strewn about on a common table. A particular headline caught her attention. "Billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne's Hot New Romance!" Beneath that rag-mag was the newest Gotham Gazette headlining the recent escapades of the Justice League.

She picked up the newspaper and skimmed the article. In Metropolis, Lex Luthor had once again escaped from jail and was once again caught and subdued by the Justice League. While there were people who loathed the help of the Meta-humans, Claire was personally grateful that someone was doing something to help the world suck a little less every day.

She tossed the newspaper back on the table and retrieved her mail from her locked box. Thumbing through the contents, she came upon a small white envelope of considerable quality. Her name was elegantly written in calligraphy on the front. She stuffed the small letter into her copy of the Gotham Gazette and walked to the Security Guard's desk.

"Good evening, Scott. How's the night been? How's Jaina and the girls?" Her voice was warm and smooth like honey. Her eyes shone with a radiant brightness, and the infectious smile on her slender face was perfect.

"Hiya Doc. It's been real nice and quiet tonight. The family is great. Jaina's almost due now! Just a couple of more weeks! I don't think I'm ever going to sleep again. Three kiddos under three. Who'da'thunk?" He laughed heartily. Scott Kilpatrick was many things. A friend, an excellent Security Guard, and a wonderfully devoted husband and father.

"I'm so happy for you two. I'm sure the girls can't wait to meet their brother. If you and Jaina need anything, let me know." Claire stated softly.

"Sure thing, Doc. How'd your shift go?" The guard inquired.

Claire steadied herself, and drew a breath into her strong lungs. Her shift had gone horribly. She'd lost a patient that had come in early into her 48 hour shift. A single gunshot wound to the stomach, with a 9mm. Claire had stabilized the kid, and the surgeon got the bullet out, but the damage was just too much.

"Not so great, Scott. Lost a 19 year old kid, early in the shift. Sombered out the rest of the day. Nothing else really eventful happened. Spent some time at the Thomas Wayne Clinic. Just trying my best to fight the good fight, you know?" She lamented slowly with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Aw, kid, I'm sorry. I have faith that you gave it your best. It was his time to go. God needed him more than we did." Scott replied kindly.

"Thanks Scott. I've been at this a few years now, and it doesn't get any easier as time goes by. It still hurts. I'm glad it does though, it means I'm still capable of doing my job right." Claire stated.

She glanced at her watch and saw the small display reading 04:25 A.M. She'd finally clocked off at 3 this morning and was excited to finally get a couple of weeks of vacation time to rest and recuperate from her devastatingly long hours.

She looked up towards Scott, who was silently motioning for her to depart and retreat to the comforts of her apartment.

"Good night, Doc. Sleep well." He softly blessed her as she departed.

"Good night Scott." She quietly grumbled out.

She walked to the elevator and gently pressed the shining silver button labeled 'Up'. The machine whirred to life and silently opened its doors for her. Stepping inside the magnificent felted carriage and pressed the button for her floor.

The elevator silently climbed through the building and softly chimed as it reached the 8th floor. As the doors opened, Claire half stumbled out of the door, her exhaustion quickly catching up with her. She walked the sixty feet to her door, and pressed her finger to the biometric reader on the door handle. The lock gave way and she pushed the door open, stepping inside her still apartment.

She dropped the mail on the shelf beside the door, while depositing her keys in the small white ceramic shell on the surface. She unclipped her Hospital ID and dropped it to the shelf as well. She walked through the darkened room to her bedroom and shucked off her dirty scrubs and worn tennis shoes.

She slid into her soft, pillowy bed, feeling the cool cotton sheets envelop her worn body. Her brain was fogging over too much for her to be able to take a shower, she'd bother with that in the morning. For now, all she could think about was the sweet release of sleep.