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Chapter 2

Still standing at the bottom of the stairs, I continue to glare at Terry.

'Dana, I wanted to tell you; but if Inque or any of the others ever found out my identity, they would hurt or even kill you to get to me.'

'What?' I shout at him. 'You think I can't look after myself?' The glare I give him doesn't seem to faze him much, so I walk up to him, grab the collar of his suit and pull it down so his face is level with mine. 'You might be Batman, but it doesn't mean I can't kick your arse,' I growl at him.

As I storm off towards the stairs, Terry reaches out a hand and grabs my shoulder. ''Ok McGinnis, you asked for it''. I spin out of his grip, then drop to a crouch and punch him in the gut. As he doubles over, I stand up and knee him in the chin before swinging around again and kicking him in the side of the head, making him fall back.

'Told you I can kick your arse,' I smirk at him. God, that felt amazing. 'Mr. Wayne, is there a punching bag or something around here? I think Terry has had enough for now, but I still need to hit something. 'I ask, hiding the fact I'm surprised he hasn't moved away from his spot at the foot of the staircase.

'There is a gym across from the office; feel free to use it, Miss Tan'

'Thank you.'

I catch a flash of a smirk as I walk past him. I guess he thinks Terry needs a bit of a kick now and again.

…

I'm still laying on the cave floor in shock, clutching my stomach as I watch Dana head back up to the mansion. God, I haven't been in this much pain since those 10 jokers ganged up on me.

'You ok?' Bruce asks. Oh sure, now he says something.

'Apart from bruises and being in a lot of pain, I'm fine.' I glare at Bruce as I get up.

'So after all I have taught you, why couldn't you dodge her moves?' He asked

'Hello,' I shout, 'who would expect their girlfriend to do that?'

'I would.'

'Well, yeah but your ex's include an assassin and Batgirl.'

'You forgot Catwoman. You know, at times I was more scared of Barbara than anyone else.'

I can't help but laugh at this, which causes me to wince in pain. 'Yeah, I can imagine. Is there any way to check on Dana? I know you have cameras all over this place.'

Bruce is a little paranoid, after all.

'Yes but I'm not going to tell you how,' Bruce replies, sitting at the computer and typing in a command. The camera from the gym comes up, showing Dana kicking and punching the bag.

'Damn, she is really pissed,' I exclaim as she kicks the bag clean off the chain, sending it flying across the room.

We continue to watch her pick up a Bo staff as she approaches a punching dummy before she spins with weapon in hand and decapitates it.

'Well, good thing I didn't follow her, or I would have gotten my head kicked in; she must have been holding back. So how do you think I should handle this? I doubt pizza and a movie will do it this time.'

'Well, whenever I upset Barbara, I went all out: chocolates, flowers, jewellery, fancy dinner and a show.'

'Did it work?' I ask, but he just stares at me in reply. 'Uh, forget I asked. I'm going out on patrol in case she comes back.' I pull my cowl on and as I walk over to the Batmobile, I hear Dana coming back down the stairs.

'Terry we -' Her last words are drowned out by the roaring engine, but that doesn't stop her. 'Terry,' her voice comes through my comlink. Damn it, Bruce. 'Dana, I'm sorry but I really can't start arguing with you now. I need to concentrate.'

'I was just going to say be careful,' she counters. 'But if that's all you think I want to do, then you can get lost.'

I roll my eyes at my brashness; I should have just shut up and let her talk.

…

After I terminate the link with Terry, I walk over to Mr. Wayne's side, glancing over and noticing he is breathing heavily.

'You ok?' I ask with concern.

'Yes, I just need my pills. They're on the table behind you.'

Quickly fetching them, I hand them over to him. 'Here you go.' I wait for him to take the necessary dose before I ask, 'Mr. Wayne do you think I'm a spoiled brat who keeps demanding all of Terry's time?' I lean on the back of his chair and stare at the computer.

'No; I think you are what you are hormonal teenage girl, and don't lean on my chair.'

'Sorry!' I quickly apologize, straightening up.

'You can clear that table and wheel it over here if you want.'

'Thanks.' I do as told and use the table to sit next to Mr. Wayne.

'Not that I care, but why aren't you mad at me as well?'

Is he always this blunt? 'I don't know. I think it's 'because I'm a bit scared of you.'

Suddenly, an alarm starts wailing, cutting off our conversation. 'What the hell is that?' I shout over the noise.

Mr. Wayne turns his chair back to the computer and silences it. 'Terry, the alarm at the Gotham museum just went off. You better check it out.'

'Ok, I'm on my way. Call you when I get there.'

…

A few minutes later, I arrive to the museum and begin circling it to scan the area.

'I'm at the museum. Looks normal from the outside.' I land and activate the Batmobile's cloak before moving over to an open skylight. 'I'm heading in.'

'Ok, I'll be watching through the video link in your cowl'

'Um, Bruce, shouldn't there be guards?' I ask, finding the solitude strange.

'Yes.'

'Any idea where the alarm actually came from?'

'No.'

I roll my eyes and suppress a laugh. Helpful as ever, boss. 'Great, so it could be any of the alarms in here,' I sigh before suddenly spotting lights.

Bingo; switching on my own cloaking device, I creep towards them. I spot a lone female guard tied to a chair with no sign of any one else.

'I'm going to get her out,' I tell Bruce.

'You do realize it's a trap, right?'

'Yeah, it's also the best way to flush out our thief.' I creep up behind her and switch off my cloak and cut the rope with my claws.

'You ok, lady?'

'I am now,' she replies, her sultry voice taking me aback.

'That voice – it can't be her,' I hear Bruce gasp. Suddenly, she spins around and kicks me in the face.

'Terry!' I hear Bruce and Dana cry out.

'Sweet dreams, Batman,'

The last things I see are her luminous green eyes as she leans over my face. The last thing I can remember thinking is why her before I black out.