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At stupid o' clock that morning, I heard John's phone ringing. I groaned and elbowed him in the back.

"John, your stupid phone is ringing!" I croaked.

He lifted himself up and mumbled some inaudible words before getting up and bumbling around disorientated before he finally managed to find and answer his phone.

"Hello?"

Realising he wasn't fully awake so consequently neither was his sense of common decency to go into the kitchen instead of talking where I was sleeping, I sat up in the bed rubbing my tired eyes. There was no point lying there trying to sleep while he was still talking.

"What? Slow down what's going on?" I heard him shake his wrist obviously trying to get his watch the right way around.

"Are you serious? Ok, ok, ok…I'm getting ready now and I'll be there in about twenty minutes"

I glanced at my phone of course being blinded for a couple of seconds before actually registering the time.

"Babe, its 4a.m"

"I know, I gotta go, a body's been washed up from the sewers"

"Ok I don't need the details" I said lying back down and throwing a pillow over my face.

He pulled on a vest and came over to the bedside table yanking his charger out of his phone. I pulled the pillow off my face and grabbed his vest pulling him down eye level with me.

"John, be careful" I said before kissing him

"Uh huh" he muttered.

After he bundled around getting dressed and getting everything together he eventually left me to my last few hours of sleep before I started another mammoth day at work.

As soon as I got up, I texted him to make sure he was ok and I got a call before I left.

"Hey John you ok?"

"Yea I'm fine, it was lucky I didn't eat anything this morning, it was bad babe. But the good news is I should be home early today, any chance you can get home early?"

"Em...might be able to if I work through lunch. Who was the guy?"

"Just a kid from the orphanage, I used to know him"

I could hear pain in his voice.

"Sweetie I'm sorry to hear that, what happened to him?"

"Ah once they reach a certain age, they're tossed out on the street, I was too and then you'll do whatever you can to make money. Probably got in with the wrong crowd…who knows"

"Well as long as you're safe"

"I am, don't worry. What are you up to now?"

"Just heading to work"

"Ah very good, right well I'll talk to you this evening. Love you babe"

"Love you too"

I couldn't even comprehend what was going through John's mind right now, seeing someone he knew just tossed into the sewer like he was nothing but worthless trash. Sometimes this city can be so cruel. Although having said that, there was a time when things were ten times worse. Back before Harvey Dent and all his amazing work, the city was a festering underneath organised crime, drugs, prostitution and everything else. But he made a stand against everything that was wrong with this city and even though his death was unfortunate at the hand of a masked vigilante it certainly inspired people to take a stand and the major made it his duty to clean up the streets. Since the enforcement of the Dent Act, everything changed so his untimely death wasn't in vain. One of the first conversations I ever had with John was about the Batman. But unlike everyone else he saw something different about him. He thought he was a good person who saved the city and asked nothing in return. I never understood that but he was adamant about it. Whenever a news report would come up like The Batman, will he ever return? He would turn it off and pretend he didn't even see it. I never understood why he had felt that way about Batman, I had always put it down to a boyhood superhero fantasy that he didn't want to let go of but I never found out for sure.

I hopped on the train after a ridiculously long day at work and slumped into the window seat. Today just never seemed to end, I went into work and all the files were from Blackgate prison which was odd because normally I just get one or two a week on them, not all at once. But after I eventually got through them, it was 3 o' clock and it was too late to take my lunch break so I just decided to get a cup of coffee and work until 6. When I was leaving I was cornered by a senior counsel who questioned where I was going and why I was leaving work early. Typical senior counsel thinks they can tell everyone what to do especially an unpaid intern. I told him I was going home that I'd been here since 6.30 without a lunch break and I needed to go home. He simply snorted in derision and pushed past me. The day when I get some sort of respect in this firm cannot come sooner. As I sat on the train scrawling through my Facebook on my phone I noticed there wasn't a lot of people on this carriage for rush hour. I put it down to being a Friday so everyone, except me, probably finished early. When I eventually got home, I noticed the apartment was in darkness. Didn't John say he would be home early? I turned on the light and looked around for any sign of life; he wasn't in bed or the bathroom. Then I saw the answering machine light blinking behind a box. I should really unpack all these boxes. I looked through the mail while the automated teller machine talked.

"Hey babe, listen I'm gonna be home about 8 I'd say, we found something…I have no idea what it is yet, something in the sewers but I have about 500 pages of tunnel records…look I'll explain more when I get home, that is even if I understand it actually. Anyway talk to you later babe"

I threw some pasta into the microwave but as soon as I lay down on the couch I fell straight asleep. I was awoken by John's cold lips lightly brushing my forehead.

"You're home" I smiled.

"Sorry didn't mean to wake you" he whispered taking off his scarf and gloves.

"How was work?"

"Ugh, I'm just so tired"

"I know the feeling" I said yawning.

"What's up in the sewers?" I said getting up and re heating the pasta.

"I don't know, they think there's some underground gang working from under there" he said throwing rolls of paper onto the table, probably the tunnel plans he was talking about.

"You hungry?"

"Not really, we ordered some pizza at the station"

"Gotham's finest at work" I jeered.

"I know, doing what I do best babe" he laughed hugging me.

"How was your day?"

"Ah it was ok, just a lot of files, Blackgate files mostly. And then I was getting shit off this senior counsel when I was going home"

"What happened?"

"He was just giving me jip about leaving at half 6 even though I'd been there for like 12 hours and he only arrived at work at 10! It's just because he's senior counsel and thinks he rules the world"

"Awh babe, don't worry, soon you'll be running that place" he smiled.

I hugged him tight, standing in our tiny apartment with his arms wrapped around me I felt like millionaire.

"I also paid a visit to Bruce Wayne" he said as I scooped up my pasta.

"Really why, I thought he was a total recluse now?"

"He is but I had some questions about Harvey Dent"

"What about him?"

"I don't think Batman had anything to do with Harvey Dents murder"

"But why would Bruce Wayne care about that?"

"Well…he is kinda Batman"

"What?"

"The Batman…"

"How do you know?"

"I just know" he said rubbing his temples "and I told him he needs to come back because judging by these tunnel plans…what we're gonna be fighting is big"

"Are you sure about this?" I said still kind of sceptical; maybe he just really wanted to believe Batman was coming back.

"Yes, I met Bruce Wayne when I was a kid, he was like a celebrity, a successful orphan with a flash car and two babes on his arm but I knew that look…he was pretending that this was all he ever wanted. It was the same look I had perfected. That look where nothing is bothering you, you've accepted your life the way it is"

"I'm sure Bruce Wayne loves the money and the women"

"Probably but I know he stands for something else"

"Ok, I believe you" I said resting my hand on top of his. A small smile crept onto his face. "So what did he have to say for himself?"

"Nothing really, I wasn't expecting a lot, it's what he does now, after our meeting, is what's important"

"Do you think you really need the Batman to beat whatever it is in the sewer?"

"I think so"

I could tell there was something he wasn't telling me but I didn't want to push it. It was his work and while I took an interest in it, it was his after all and if he had something to tell me I knew he would eventually.