He had driven a different car this time, choosing to go on the "down-low" as he said, and drove his black BMW. It was slightly better than driving around in a bright colored Porsche. I didn't come from a poor family, but we were most certaintly not rich, and the last thing I wanted to do was bring more attention to myself. Reporters were already begging me to do interviews after finding out that I had been one of the hostages, and I didn't want to be in the spotlight anymore. That could be saved for the rich and famous, who actually enjoy it.

"So, anywhere in particular that you want to go?" He asked, taking a peek in his rearview mirror as he turned towards the city. On the brightside, he seemed much happier and easy-going than he did last time I saw him, but he still had a bit of an edge to him. He sat stiffly in his cushioned seat, gripping the black leather wheel when we went over any speedbumps or rougher areas.

"No, I'm fine with anywhere." I said honestly, I wasn't the pickiest person in the world and would eat almost anything.

"Bruce, are you alright? You seem like you're on edge about something." He took a look at me before taking a right turn-we were heading to the nicer side of the city, I realized. Towards Wayne Industries. As crime-ridden as Gothom City always was, it always seemeed much more peaceful around this part, and I always dreamt of finding a nice house around there and settling down.

"I'm okay, a friend and I had a sparring session last night. I'm just sore." I nodded, but didn't really buy into his excuse. He was acting weird, and I doubted that it was from a simple fight with a buddy. I swore that there was a new scar on his forearm, bright pink skin standing out against his tanned arm.

"Do your friends always fight that hard?" I wondered, gesturing towards his marked arms. I was typically more subtle, but I couldn't hold the question in for any longer. There was something off about Bruce Wayne, and I wanted to know what it was.

Bruce let out a nervous laugh, turning on a signal light and pulling into a small restaurant, definitely not a place that I could afford, I thought. "We get a little carried away sometimes." Tossing me a quick wink, he parked away from the other cars and hopped out before I did, once again opening my door.

"Who would've thought, billionaire-playboy Bruce Wayne is a gentleman." I grinned, allowing a subject change from something that he obviously didn't want to talk about.

His brawny and tall frame allowed him to take larger steps, keeping me a few steps behind him before he realized that he was leaving me behind, he slowed his quick pace and put a hand on the small of my back, walking at my side. "Sorry, guess I'm not that big of a gentleman, huh?" He said teasingly as a waiter hurried to open the sleek glass door, seemingly shocked that Bruce Wayne was there. It was a nice restaurant, but it definitely wasn't as fancy as the places that Bruce frequently visits. I had been there on a couple occasions for work related business and the food was moderately good, although over-priced.

As we walked in, the sweet smell of various breakfast foods flooding my nose. "Mr. Wayne! Welcome!" A small man walked out of the kitchen area, straightening his button-up shirt before coming closer. "Please, come with me! I give you best table!" He said, flashing a smile to go along with his thick Italian accent. Gothom City was full of different people with different accents, looks and personalities.

"Thank you, sir." Bruce thanked the nervous man, smirking to himself once we were sat at the small table in the corner, the most private area. Red shaded lights above the chairs filled the space with ambiance and made it feel more like a restaurant for romantic evenings as opposed to a popular chain famous for breakfast.

"I've never been here before, but it seemed quiet enough." He spoke up once the Italian was gone to fetch menus, wiping imaginary dust from the shiny wooden table.

"I've been a few times for business, it's pretty good."

"Any recommendations?" He asked easily, glancing to his side before rising and grabbing a cell-phone out of a teenaged boys hand. "No pictures, kid. Got it?" His voice changed into a deeper growl, something that seemed familiar to me for some reason...

He returned after tossing the boy his phone back, taking his seat again. His personality seemed to change in mere seconds and he returned to the business Bruce Wayne. He appeared to have more than one side, and I was curious to how many more I would find if I stuck around long enough. First, he's an easy-going man, doing dishes and letting people into his home just for the sake of helping, then he's a serious business man, driving expensive BMW's and making grown men practically fall at his feet, then he's determined, fierce and obviously not a fan of iPhones...

"Um, the garden omelet is wonderful." I replied, slightly taken aback, which he seemed to notice quickly.

"Sorry about that. I know the paparazzi is after both of us for different reasons at the moment, and I know exactly where that picture would end up-right on the front page of the newspaper." But what is your excuse for your other personalities? And there was something eerily familiar about that deeper voice. I let out a laugh, trying to hide my curiosity.

"I understand completely. It must get tiring to be followed around 24/7, at least they give me the occasional break. I think they're afraid I'm going to go insane." It didn't help that all of my friends were also waiting for me to blow up because of the ordeal. Stacy was still convinced that I desperately needed a therapist but I was nervous enough as it was to even mention random tidbits to Bruce later on. How would I spill my heart out completely without really having a meltdown?

Shortly after, the Italian man, who finally introduced himself as Alfonso, took our orders (two garden omelets, two waters) and scurried off, still seeming to be thrilled at the simple fact that Bruce Wayne was sitting there.

For awhile, we ate in silence, Bruce complimenting my choice in food and me making comments on the woman who had replaced the teenaged boy after he left. She was obviously just as interested in Bruce as Alfonso is and I noticed her giving him sideglances several times a minute.

"So, about what happened..." He began, looking up at me to gauge my reaction. He was being cautious, just like everyone else.

"Just spill, Bruce. If you probe too deeply, I'll let you know. I'm sick and tired of people tip-toeing around me just because of what happened. I'm fine."

"Alright. I was wondering if you remembered any of the other hostages, what their names were, what they looked like..anything, really." It didn't take much digging for me to remember. Those people were all I had for so many months, my only hope was in them and I wasn't about to forget them.

"We weren't given real names, the Joker gave us nicknames and he told us that if we told any of the others the truth, they would be killed. There were three other women, one redhead, one brunette and one with dark black hair. All of us looked different and we all got different themed names. I was Diamond...he said I was tough and valuable, the redhead was Dollface, he said she was too beautiful to be real...the brunette was Jane, because she was too plain and the black haired woman, she was Stone. She was the beacon of hope for us for weeks until it seemed like he just broke her. She was so focused on the bad after that and he said she had a heart of stone all along. I suppose he was right." I took a deep breath, feeling my throat threatening to close as my eyes watered. How I wish I knew their real names...just to know the real them. "There was one man, Dollface's twin..he lived for two days, his name was Fidget. He had panic attacks." Fidget had been special, he was so, so frail and dainty. Suffering from so many health issues in such a bad place, he was bound to pass away, but part of me was happy that he died so soon, before the bad truly came.

"Do you know their ages?" He asked, digging a handkerchief out of his pocket for me.

"They were all around my age other than Stone, she was in her late 30's,maybe early 40's, I'd say." I carefully wiped my eyes, praying I wasn't leaving makeup stains or causing people to look even more. Sure enough, the black makeup smeared on the off-white material. "I can wash this for you.." I said slowly, lifting it up with a smile.

"Commissioner Gordon believes he found Stone, but the others haven't been identified, but they did find that exact number of bodies. They are doing several medical checks to be sure...oh, don't worry about that. Alfred can have it washed for me."

I let it sink in, all of those people, completely gone. We had all grown so close and promised each other that we would find a way out, especially after Stone seemed to drift to the other side and Fidget passed away. We were so sure that we would find a way out together. If only someone had come to help just a few days before, all but two would've been alive.

"Are you okay, Sarah?" He said suddenly, knocking me out of my thoughts. "I've been calling your name for awhile. You seemed out of it there for second."

"Sorry, just letting that news dissolve a bit. Do you think we could leave now?" I smoothed my blouse, reaching for my purse at the floor. "Of course." He called for a check, quickly signing it without giving Alfonso a second glance or a thank you, and helped me up out of the chair, tossing a large tip on the floor.

We walked to the car in silence, giving me time to process...too much time. "Please say something before I think myself to death." He opened my door again, chuckling at my words.

"Tell me about your work." And with that, I talked his ear off for the next hour and a half as we journeyed home, telling him about all of the children I worked with and the parents that drove me towards insanity. He was interested enough and seemed to enjoy the topic, so I kept going. It was nice to focus on something happy and carefree, at least for a little while.

Soon, I arrived back at home and had to prepare for the interview and music lessons, he dropped me off with a promise of seeing me again soon, which surprised me. I still wasn't sure why a billionaire would want to be in my company. "Give me a call if you need me, anytime, just like I said before. It's nice to have someone normal around for a change."
"Just wait, you haven't seen my crazy side yet." I shot him a wink, gathering my things out of his car before we caught everyone's eye. "I'd like to see more, no matter how crazy it may be." He threw me a charming smile, giving me a peek back into the nice personality that I saw at his mansion.

I'm proud to say that I kept from letting out a schoolgirl sigh until I got into my apartment.

Oh, I'm in trouble.