Bruce woke up in a cold sweat and punched the table to his left side, breaking off the right leg. He jumped from his bed and landed on the ground. After getting used to where he was, he noticed the girl beside him, half naked and a sheet around her body as she stood against the window. She was the pretty girl from the bar the night before. Bruce began to have flashes of the night. She flirted with him, he got kicked out for being underage, they ran to her hotel and the rest was fuzzy but Bruce knew the details by the condition of the room.

"Are you okay, Gary?" she asked him.

"Yeah, just a really bad dream." Bruce replied, rubbing his head and standing up, almost embarrassed in his underwear.

The girl look at him with a worried look and shrugged, dropping the blanket and not ashamed to be completely naked in broad daylight. Bruce tried not to look as he brushed his shoulder-length black hair back with his hand. She walked over to the bathroom and once she shut the door, Bruce looked over at the table and steadied the leg against the table. He picked up his wallet and shook his head at his fake ID. His name was Gary Kane and he was twenty according to the birth date. In reality he was nineteen and a runaway.

On his birthday this year, Bruce had told his guardian and butler Alfred that he needed to train his body and mind in order to return to Gotham. For ten years, he had done his best to search for his parents' murderer to no avail. In high school, he took every science and history class and had volunteered in the GCPD's volunteer program. He made six arrests and never had to fire his gun. Bruce was excellent in science, criminal justice, and psychology. But he knew that training in Gotham wouldn't be enough if he wanted to find the killer.

So, in the past five months he had traveled around the world, learning various helpful fighting and survival techniques. He was currently in Paris, attempting to stop four robbers from stealing valuable diamonds from a billionaire's company building. He had gained their trust and tonight, "Gary Kane and the others would attempt to rob the building. Bruce had a plan in mind in which he would capture them before they could steal the diamonds or hurt anyone. He thought by becoming a criminal, it was the only way to truly understand one's stress and motives. Confident in his plan, he had gone to the local bar near the Eiffel Tower to celebrate his inevitable victory. While having a few illegal drinks, a pretty girl bought him a drink and they began to talk. She was an American visiting from Star City. He forgot her name though. Something sexy.

He put on his clothes from the night before and gathered his things before looking at the disheveled hotel room. He was going to miss that girl. She was great. Before he could open the door, he looked outside the window from the patio and saw the Eiffel Tower in the early mist of rain that covered Paris and looked over the edge of the fence, seeing the people walking among the streets.

"Hey, Gary! Hand me a towel please!" the girl yelled from the shower.

Bruce walked over to the closet beside the kitchen and grabbed a towel, handing it to her from the bathroom door.

"I can't reach it." she said.

Bruce took a deep breath and walked through the door, seeing her wonderful and athletic naked body in front of him. She thankfully grabbed the towel and dried her face and hair off before seeing the wallet in his left hand. She raised an eyebrow and combed back her raven hair as she walked towards him.

"Where are you heading to?" she asked him.

"Uh..." Bruce said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Coffee. You want any?" Bruce said quickly.

"Mmmm, no. I'm fine. Hurry back." she replied with a smile as she finally covered herself with the towel.

"Okay. And I'm sorry. What's your name again?" Bruce said with a cringe.

"You don't remember? Are you serious?" the girl scoffed.

"No, no, no. Your last name." Bruce said with a fake laugh.

Nice move... Bruce thought to himself.

"Oh." the girl replied with a smile.

"Kyle. Selina Kyle."