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"It was good seeing you again Bruce," I replied to my childhood friend who was sitting across from me as we sat at a glossy maple table that was the main piece of the elegant room. His posture in one of the many expensive European chairs –that were meant to accent the table even more, did their job effortlessly- was that of a nobleman sitting next to someone of higher stature- shoulders back and back straight. His dark eyes were piercing right through my disappointed hazel ones as if trying to read my emotions in them before the emotion made it's way to my face and then were expressed in words. His eyes had not left my face the entire visit; it was extremely intimidating. As I talked I could see in his eyes that he was pondering on what to say that would sound generic -like he was hiding something- and what tone to use in doing so. And therefore everything he spoke back to me was curt and monotoned. It was as if someone had sucked Bruce Wayne out of his body in those eight years I had not seen him and left him, well to put it simply, lifeless. He was cold, distant, and definitely not the man I once had the pleasure of knowing.

I stood up and he seconded the motion. Bruce led me to the door without breaking his pristine composure. As he pasted me my coat he finally broke the everlasting silence, "I hope to see more of you Sara." Yeah, in a million years "pal". I gave him a somber grin before walking out the door and gently shutting it. Walking to my car the same question kept going through my mind –until it made me crossed eyed- that happened to my best friend?

Sorry, I haven't given myself a proper introduction. My name is Sara Wilterpolte. I am twenty six and part of the police force. I originally wanted to become a doctor, but after my Bachelor's Degree I was on the brink of bankruptcy. In desperate need of a job to pay for the rent, I sought the help of my best friend Rachel Dawes. She sent me to Lt. Gordon who needed police officers –because he was outmanned against crime- who then, hired me. I started out as a desk clerk and after fours years I'm now out on the streets attempting to catch the rapists and drug dealers of Gotham.

We've been having a lot of success lately, because of the "Batman". He keeps bringing in the big felons for us to put behind bars. Many of the officers –especially the Commissioner- dislike him, but what's not to like? He's been bringing in the crime lords and he doesn't ask money. It looks like the Batman is really trying to help save Gotham. Sure, I wish I could be the one to take the criminals down, but it's nice to have the help.

. . . . . . .

Gordon and I have a pretty good relationship outside of work. I come over every night, have dinner with them, chat with Jim and his wife Martha, play with their sons, and babysit for free on Friday nights. Yeah, I know pathetic, but I'm practically part of the family! Then there's Rachel. We go way back. We used to live next door to each other when we were kids. Whenever her mother became the gardener for the Waynes we would come with her and play with the Waynes' only child, Bruce. The three of us would spend hours on end creating the make believe worlds of pirates and cowboys and Indians and then act them out together.

The good old days didn't last long though. Bruce barely talked to us after the death of his parents. If we saw each other we'd share the occasional smile and chat for a small amount of time.

Eventually the old Bruce came back just in time for high school. After classes Rachel and I would go over to Wayne Manor and watch old black and white movies and share jokes with Alfred, Bruce's butler –even though he was more of a father figure towards Bruce. Being with Bruce was never the same though. He never said it, but he it was always written on his face. The loss of his parents still bothered him. It bothered him immensely.

As the years went on we all graduated from high school and went our separate ways. Rachel attended law school, Bruce went off to Wayne Enterprises to learn how to be a proper business man, and little old me went to university in hopes of becoming a doctor. We lost contact being caught up in our own achievements and set backs. After a few years Bruce disappeared and was presumed dead, or so the media made us believe. Rachel and I met up again some years later. We clicked instantly and it was like we had never been apart.

Three years after Rachel and I had gotten reacquainted, Bruce was rumored to be back in Gotham. I hadn't been to Wayne Manor in years and I didn't make the effort. Rachel constantly tried to get me to talk to Bruce, but never prevailed.

There was no denying the fact that we would someday meet up, but I didn't think it would take another year! Truthfully I felt betrayed by him. He hadn't contacted me unlike Rachel who he immediately got in touch with.

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We finally met at Wayne Enterprises –how ironic. I was constantly there questioning people who had gone missing in the many departments in the building. And it seemed every time I there it was like a game of Hide and Seek. I'd hide around people and dart to the stairs (The elevator was too risky), then sneak out of the building, praying that Bruce wouldn't find me.

It just any other day at work, I had to question someone at Wayne Enterprises, again. I ran up to the 26 floor and got up to the front desk in a hurry. I asked if I could speak with the CEO, Mr. Lucius Fox. The secretary asked if I had an appointment and I told her no. I explained my situation and then she glared at me and said, "No cops are allowed to speak with Mr. Fox." The venom rolled off of her tongue as she spoke. "I'm sorry. I think you misunderstood me. I'm an officer of the Gotham police department and I have the right to question him," I replied as calmly as possible trying to hold back my frustration. "Mr. Fox doesn't need to be questioned; he is a decent man and has not done anything wrong!" The woman yelled at me, losing her temper.

"Listen lady, I need to do my job and if you're not going to help me, I'm going to help myself," I shot back. And with that I walked into his office. Or at least I thought it was his office. I walked in on a man taking a nap in his arm chair. He bolted out of his chair and said in a stern voice, "Natalie I thought I told you not to come into my office." He looked me up and down, "You're not Natalie," he spoke to himself. "I'm terribly sorry. I was looking for Mr. Fox and you clearly are not him," I told him and then left the office.

I practically ran out of the lobby and raced down the steps, because I knew that man, he was precisely the man that I was trying to avoid. That man was the infamous Bruce Wayne.

Though however fast I was, I wasn't fast enough to get away from him. Bruce caught up to me effortlessly. "Excuse me, do I know you?" he asked as I replied, "I don't think so." The sentence sounded uneven on account of my breathless state from walking so fast. With that said, I didn't give him time to respond and just kept walking.

"I'm sorry, but it seems that you're trying to avoid me." I wanted to turn around and retort, "You have no idea," but was too focused on getting out of the building and therefore I didn't answer him again. Bruce got annoyed by my ignorance and clasped his hand around my arm. My focus left the exit and was redirected to Bruce's chocolate brown eyes. "Could you please let go," I spoke as I struggled to get out of his grasp. "Only if you answer my question," was his reply.

I looked away from him and then looked back admiring his handsome face. My mouth got dry and all its crevices became sticky. I opened it to speak, but was interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone. I looked at the caller ID, it was Rachel. "I need to take this," I informed Bruce as I hit the talk button. "Hey Sara, can you stop by my office right away?

"Not now Rachel I'm busy."

"What could be so important that you can't meet up with me?" She pouted on the other line.

"I bumped into an old friend."

"Who? Its Bruce isn't it? Tell me everything that happens. Bye!"

Before I could protest, she had already hung up. "Sara is that really you?" Bruce asked –he had been clearly eavesdropping-, "It's been a long time hasn't it," I replied with a weak smile.

"So you're a cop?" He asked pointing to my badge and then inquired some more, "What happened to your aspirations of becoming a doctor?"

"I had no money left for medical school. I'm still saving lives and they pay's not too shabby. And look at you, following in your fathers footsteps," I replied. Bruce's expression became somber. That was the only emotion he had shown the entire time we talked. Later Bruce invited me to Wayne Manor and we chatted some more. And now here I am, pulling up to my apartment.

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- Cece