A/N: First off, thank you for the amazing reviews you sent for the prequel and for the well wishes for college. I haven't started yet, but I've been busy moving in and working on a few details here and there.

Second, I'm sorry about the late post. I was supposed to post it earlier but my beta hasn't replied, and now I'm just not waiting for him/her anymore. When he does I'll repost it, but I couldn't let you wait.

Enjoy!

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"How was the field trip?" Bruce asked as he picked me up from school. I grinned as he brought the new Lamborghini with him.

Since he's not home during the nights he made it a habit to be the one to pick me up after school, we usually either go out to eat or something. Also, he doesn't trust me with a driver anymore, if he cannot pick me up, he sends Alfred; usually in the mornings because Bruce would be sleeping.

"It was fun," I told him, "nothing new though,"

He nodded, "Well, you were there just last week, so I'd be surprise if you did see something new,"

"I did see something though," I suddenly remembered, "it wasn't in the museum though. On our way there, I think I saw a bus come out of a bank,"

I saw Bruce's eyebrows cock upwards, but he didn't say anything.

"And I'm not sure, but I think I saw a clown driving it," this time, I carefully watched him.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, and a small frown appeared in the middle of his forehead. He knew something. "That's strange," he seemed to be thinking deeply about it.

I decided not to tackle the subject further. If he did or did not have anything to do with what happened, I did not what to know. Besides, whatever it was shouldn't concern me, right?

"Drive faster," I requested, more like demanded but that's not really the point.

He shook his head with a smile, "No,"

I scoffed, "Isn't it like illegal to drive a sports car slow? So technically you're breaking the law here,"

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He was out again tonight. While idly playing with Remus I decided to give Jimmy a call. "Finally," Jimmy said the moment he picked up.

"So I'm guessing you heard," I knew he would know more about the event I saw earlier.

"Yeah, dad mentioned it when he got home. Batman's helping with the case. It's the mob's money anyway so it doesn't matter," Jimmy said.

"Who the hell's crazy enough to go for the mob's money?" I said in surprise.

Jimmy was paused for a while before speaking, "Ok, don't tell this to anyone, but there's this guy that's been doing crazy things. He's called the Joker and he's the one who robbed the bank,"

I gasped, I heard Bruce mention that name to Alfred once, "I saw this thing on my way to the museum this morning," I filled him in on the details, and he was silent. I could almost see him wearing the same expression Bruce did earlier.

"Look I have to go. Mom's making me do chores,"

"Sure," I said disappointedly, "Bye,"

"And Charlie," He paused, "be careful,"

"Ok," I drawled confusedly, "why are you telling me this?"

"Nothing," he was being evasive, "I've just been having a bad feeling this past few days, like something's going to happen,"

The weird thing was so did I.

"Ok, I really have to go so bye," he said and with that, he hung up.

I rolled my eyes at the phone. One moment he gives me this intense warning and the next thing I know he hangs up.

"Boys," I sighed, looking at Remus. He tilted his head to one side as if asking me, 'what are you talking about?'

I had to grin at my dog. He really was adorable.

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"Sorry about this morning Charlie," Bruce apologized when he picked me up from school. He wasn't at home this morning and Alfred had come late to drop me off so I was given a tardy slip in school.

"It's ok," I mumbled, "Where were you?"

"Work," he answered shortly. I wasn't sure which work he was talking about.

I noticed that his movement was tense, like he got injured recently.

"Are you alright?" I asked, voicing out my observation, "You seem a bit…"

He shook his head, "I'm alright, just pulled a muscle in the gym,"

I nodded, though still unconvinced. I decided not to pry further; it was not my place to.

"You wanna go out to for dinner tonight?" he asked suddenly, "Somewhere nice,"

That was how I found myself a few hours later, in one of the classiest restaurants in all of Gotham. The head chef used to be our personal cook and a good friend of ours, so this was easily my favorite restaurant since he knew what kind of food I liked. He also owned a lot to Bruce since it was Bruce who invested in his talents.

I notice Bruce looking at something, so I turned to where he was staring at and gasped in surprise.

"So this is the real reason you decided to eat here," I accused him when I saw Rachel with her boyfriend Harvey.

"You know you love this place," Bruce teased, pulled me in their direction anyway, "Rachel, surprise to see you here,"

I wanted to snort but I resisted. Rachel seemed to be thinking the same thing that I was though.

"Bruce," she said with a fake smile, before turning to me with a real one, "Charlie, hi,"

I sent her an apologetic smile, "Hey Rachel,"

"Sorry, I had no idea you'd be here," Bruce told them, "Charlie insisted we come here,"

"Bruce, Charlie, this is Harvey Dent," Rachel introduced us to the man I've seen on TV multiple times.

I gaped at him, "I saw you in TV,"

He smiled; he had a calculated look in him but maybe it was because Bruce was around.

"So, let's put a couple of tables together?" Bruce suggested.

"I'm not sure they'll let us," Harvey said with uncertainty.

Bruce smiled charmingly, as if he expected Harvey to say this, "Oh, they should. I own the place."

I rolled my eyes, but took a seat nonetheless.

The maître d' made sure we were well served. Times like this, I like the benefits of being a Wayne.

"Ready to order," she asked us.

Bruce motioned to Rachel and Harvey to order. He told me once that not only is it common courtesy to let the people you're with to order first and that you could tell a lot about a person from what he/she orders. I don't know what he can find out, but I'm guessing it's a lot since he had a serious look on.

"And for you Miss Wayne?" the maitre d' then asked me.

"Just tell Marc I'm here," I told her. Marcus, the head chef, always made an extra special meal when we come around.

"Mr. Wayne?" she turned to Bruce.

"I'll have whatever she's having," he motioned to me.

"Is it true you had a gun pointed at you today?" I asked Harvey. I was very curious about him, he seemed to be trying hard to help Gotham but I could never really be sure.

He looked surprised, "News travels that fast huh,"

"My mom was a cop, so I have an idea how the court room thing goes," I explained.

Bruce placed a hand on my shoulder with a concerned look on his face, but I sent him an assuring glance. I was fine with talking about my mom, it doesn't hurt as much. Besides, I was too curious.

"Well, it is true," Harvey answered. Rachel looked like she did not approve of this.

Their topic switched from business to the new ballet performers, I was bored.

"You tired?" Bruce whispered when I yawned.

I shook my head; I knew he wanted to stay. I think he wanted to ask Harvey or Rachel something but couldn't since I was there, so instead I suggested that I go to the kitchen.

"They let you in there?" Harvey asked in surprise.

I blinked, "Why not?"

I noticed that Bruce's lips twitched upward, but I was too tired to think properly, instead I walked to the hectic kitchen.

"Who let the kid in?" asked a big dark haired man who looked very intimidating if you didn't know him. Fortunately I did, he was the head chef here.

"Shut it Marc," I told him, I was really tired.

"I leave for a few months and suddenly you're a broody teenager," he teased, "Boy do you kids grow up fast,"

He lifted me in one of the empty counters, "Taste this," he said, giving me a slice of pie.

I shook my head, and yawned.

"You look dead kid," he told me.

"I'm really tired," I confessed.

He looked at me for a while, "How you been kiddo? How you holding up? How's your old man been treating you?" he asked sincerely.

When I just moved to the Manor, Alfred hired him. During meals, when Alfred was busy, we usually ate together. In a way, I treated him like an older brother.

"I'm holding up and he's treating me ok I guess," I answered, "A lot of things are different now, but I'm adjusting,"

He nodded. "Good,"

I yawned again.

"God kid," he laughed, "if you were that tired you should have just headed straight to my office,"

I could barely keep my eyes open as I went inside the next room. Barely conscious enough to direct myself to the couch inside, I was already asleep before my head even touched the pillow.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. As for the question I usually post, here it is:

What is your opinion about the villain of Dark Knight Rises?