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Isobel smiled politely at the faces of Gotham's rich and elite

Isobel smiled politely at the faces of Gotham's rich and elite. She hated public events such as these where she knew people were only interested in talking to her because her last name was Wayne. Though most of the people at the opening of Gotham Monorail were journalists , socialites , philanthropists and other people to appear the social pages of the Gotham Times.

She watched as people talked animatedly with her father , and how her mother explained the family's plans for the city by opening the monorail to help connect the city. Whilst her parents were busy , she took the opportunity to sneak over the table and grab a glass of champagne.

"And what do you think you're doing Miss Wayne?" came the accusing , sardonic voice of Alfred.

Damn it thought Isobel. She turned around and saw Alfred , watching her with one eye brow raised.

"You know how it is Alfred , the heat gets you thirsty and….."

"You're underage. Your parents have a name to uphold and though it may not seem like such an issue to you , the press would certainly jump at the chance to accuse your parents of condoning underage drinking". Alfred gave her that stern look that used to make her cry when she was a child. The look that could unlock any guilt someone was hiding.

Isobel sighed and put down the glass. Alfred smiled.

"I know these events are a little tiresome , but you should find more productive ways of entertaining yourself. We don't want all those handsome young suitors of Gotham thinking Isobel Wayne is a sullen little Miss , now do we?" he teased gently.

"Oh god , Alfred I'm only eighteen" Isobel laughed. Alfred chuckled.

"You remind me so much of your father Miss Isobel. He had the exact cheek and thirst for rebellion when he was your age" . Isobel returned the smile.

"I suppose the Earls would be despising the publicity for the company." Isobel muttered sarcastically.

"Ah , you know Mr Earl , anything that improves share prices makes him happy"

"If he tries to talk about Wayne enterprises or set his grandson up with me one more time. I swear , I'll get a restraining order"

"He may have a little trouble with his grandson , I believe there is one young man who hasn't taken his eyes off you" Alfred was teasing again. Isobel turned around and a smiled spread across her face. Smiling back at her was the golden haired blue eyed Robbie Dean.

"Excuse me Alfred" , Alfred nodded and smiled as she walked off.

"Hello , Miss Wayne" Robbie teased gently.

"Mr Dean , it's been too long" smiled Isobel as she threw her arms around him.

"How was Cambodia?" she asked enthusiastically.

"It was amazing , I can't believe the suffering they went through and how it passed through the world almost undetected. Asides from the suffering it's a beautiful place."

"Where to next then?" Isobel chided gently. Robbie's mother Grace , was a nice enough woman , but she could not stand to stay in Gotham for more then six months at a time. Though just a social worker , she found ways to get carted all of the globe for her work. When this happened Isobel was so lonely. Though quite popular among the girls at school , Robbie was her best and most trusted friend. Quite the trouble making pair , they were as thick as thieves.

"Oh she won't be able to go anywhere for another six months. She's been assigned to certain cases for families in the Narrows." Robbie smiled triumphantly. Isobel raised her eye brow and gave a flirtatious smile similar to her fathers.

"Excellent."

"Ah young Robbie , back from your travels how are you?" Bruce had crept up behind them scaring the daylights out of Robbie. Robbie sheepishly turned around and shook his hand.

"Good thanks Mr Wayne and yourself?"

"Mr Wayne , what am I your grandfather? It's Bruce. Izzie , tell him to lighten up he's only been coming around since he was five years old"

"Dad" hissed Isobel. Rachel obviously sensed Bruce's playful teasing and rescued the two teenagers.

"Robbie , its nice to see you again. Did your mum enjoy Cambodia?" she asked politely , giving Bruce her icy glare.

"Yes very much Mrs….I mean Rachel."

"I'm glad to hear it. It really has been too long we have to catch up soon"

"She'd love that , I think she misses work".

Rachel had on many occasions hired Grace Dean to work with families of abuse or children of neglect.

"Speaking of which , Mum told me I couldn't come today without your souvenir" Robbie eye's sparked up that glint of excitement , which always shone when he was pleased with something. Isobel narrowed her eyes and felt a jolt of caution rush up her spine. Robbie was renowned for getting somewhat interesting presents . He pulled out black box tied with a purple ribbon.

"Robbie , you really didn't have to-"

"I know I didn't have to but I wanted too". Isobel rolled her eyes , grinned and opened the box. Inside was faded golden talisman with a hole in the centre and a black leather strap made it into a necklace.

"Robbie I can't keep it" exclaimed Isobel , blushing over the precious gift. She glanced at her parents , Rachel was in shock but enthusiastically nodding for her to keep it and Bruce was giving her the "he wants' you bad darling" wink. She gave her father and icy glare and turned to Robbie to say:

"It is beautiful but…..god Robbie I hope you didn't spend too much……"

"Don't worry about that Isobel , I know the "Crown Princess of Gotham" dislikes us lesser folk spending money on her" Robbie said adding a hint of superiority to his voice.

"That's not fair !" Isobel giggled. Robbie grinned and grabbed her shoulders. His blue eyes bore into hers and he said.

"Think of it as a friendship present. I want you to have it"

"But…"

"Uh –uh" Robbie smiled as he raised a finger and pulled out a coin.

"Heads you keep it". Isobel gave a defeated laugh. There was no arguing when Robbie flipped his coin.

He tossed it in the air and put it on his hand.

"Heads?" asked Isobel sarcastically

"Heads" smiled Robbie.

"Thanks" Isobel said and she engulfed into a big bear hug.

"I missed you" she whispered in his ear.

"I missed you too". Robbie pulled out of the hug and helped Isobel tie the necklace up.

"Afraid it doesn't go with the outfit" said Robbie mischievously.

"It looks very nice" smiled Rachel who had walked over with a petite , blonde lady almost resembling a pixie.

"Robbie , Isobel I'd liked you to meet Doctor Harleen Quinzel , she's been a leading criminal psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum for the past eleven years and as I know you two are very interested in criminal psychology , I thought you'd be interested in meeting her. Dr Quinzel my daughter Isobel and her friend Robbie"

Dr. Quinzel had a cold hazel stare and nodded politely.

"Nice to meet you" she said in a cold melodic voice and offered her hand. Isobel took it to shake and noticed it was like ice. She was startled by the icy feel.

"Nice to meet you too , Doctor" she said tentatively,