Before you read this, please note that I'm switching from first person to third. I've found that it's MUCH easier writing that way, and you, the reader, will get a more enjoyable reading experience from it. I would just change the first two chapters as well, but that's too much work.

So happy reading!

"Your room will be right this way, Miss Wayne." Alfred said, leading her down a long hallway.

"Please just call me Annabel, Alfred. Miss Wayne is much too formal for me." Annabel replied, feeling something randomly scratch her arm. She wrinkled her forehead in confusion, trying to walk and see what was on her shirt sleeve at the same time. Eh, fuck it. She decided, leaving whatever was on her sleeve alone.

Alfred came to a halt at a large white door and opened it, welcoming Annabel to what she assumed was her new room. Her eyes slightly widened as she took in the luxurious suite; crisp, white wooden floors paved the space while light, sky blue paint adorned the walls. A huge bay window on the left side of the room left a little bench space in it, with moss green silk curtains melting down the wall. A row of large, open windows led her to her bed, a California King bed with white silk sheets and large, fluffy pillows of various pastel colors. A seemingly homemade quilt with Da Vinci's "Starry Night" painting designed on it laid across the large bed. A huge, white, fluffy rug laid in the middle of the room, and a large white dresser was across from the bed, a hanging mirror next to it. The other wall was basically a bookshelf, filled to the brim with books.

"Wow, this is beautiful!" Annabel gasped, taking in her new abode, as Alfred set her bag down beside her bed.

"Just go down the hall and into the first room on your right when you're ready. That's where Bruce will be." Alfred replied, smiling at Annabel's happiness. "Just be sure to knock first." With that, Alfred left the room to let Annabel unpack and get situated.

This is all so…so…wow! I can't describe it any other way. She smiled, unable to get her happy grin off her face, as she ran over to her new bed and jumped onto it. Giggling, she laid out on the bed, wrapping herself in her quilt. She began taking in all of the little aspects of the room, like the nightstand next to her bed and a stand up lamp on the other side. "This is all so amazing. I'll have to be sure to thank Bruce tonight." Annabel mumbled to herself, unwrapping herself from the quilt so she could unpack. Slowly she unpacked all of her belongings, putting them where she deemed fit. And I thought there wouldn't be enough space for all of my clothes…

After a few minutes of unpacking, she had put almost everything away. The only remaining items were a short black dress, black kitten heels, a gray cardigan, her brush, mascara, and red lipstick. She smiled as she started to change, happy with her outfit selection for the evening. She lifted her shirt over her head, feeling yet another scratch from whatever was in her sleeve. Alright, what the hell is this? She thought in agitation, ripping her shirt from her body to look in the sleeve. She saw a little black bud looking thing, completely unsure of what it was. "What the hell?" She muttered, bringing the thing up to her eye to get a closer look. She still couldn't tell what it was, so she crushed it and put it into a small garbage can.

Annabel proceeded to change into her sexy black dress, raising her self confidence through the roof. Her tiny kitten heels came on in a breeze, and her mascara and lipstick took no less than five minutes to apply. She ran a quick brush through her hair, humming "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift as she did so, her tiny voice echoing through the large room. She slightly giggled at this, continuing to hum the song as she retrieved her cardigan and her cell phone. A white piece of paper sat on her quilt, filling her with confusion. She picked it up and saw Jonathan's name and number on it.

"Just be sure to call that number sometime soon. I'd love to get inside your head."

Annabel pondered the number again, wondering whether or not she should call or not. Why the hell not? He seemed like a nice guy, and he was kinda cute too. But what if he's a psychopath that just wants to use me then kill me? I'd never know! She debated with herself. Calling him would give her one additional friend, but at the same time she ran risk of running into a freak.

After a minute or so of thinking, her desire to talk to Jon again won over, as she slowly dialed his number in her phone.

"Write down this number; 492-351-9701."

She thought again, but then just reassured herself that calling Jon couldn't possibly amount to anything bad. Slowly, the numbers appeared on the screen as she dialed them. "Four-nine-two…" she muttered, pausing for a second. Why am I getting so damn nervous? Just dial the fucking number already Annabel!

"Three-five-one-nine-seven-zero-one." She finished, hitting the call button. The dial tone echoed through the room, her frenzied heartbeat being the only noise she heard.

"…llo? Hello?" She heard from the other end and jumped.

"Hi, Jon? It's me, Annabel." She blurted out, blushing crimson.

"Oh, hi Annabel! Thanks for calling; for a while there I wasn't sure if you were going to." Jon chuckled into the receiver.

"I was going to, don't worry. So, Jon, I wanted to ask you about your offer to, in your words, get inside my head?" She asked, slightly giggling.

"Yes, what about that?"

"I wanted to know if I'd be able to talk to you sometime soon. Maybe meet up somewhere or something?"

"Yes, of course! Is there anywhere you'd be partial to meeting at?"

"Remember Jon, I'm new here? I don't know anywhere yet."

"Oh yes, that's right! Hmm…there's a small little coffee shop on the corner of 2nd Street and Cherrybrook Avenue. I believe it's called That Coffee Shop, I believe. You should meet me there tomorrow around noon maybe?"

"Yes, that'd be perfect! I'll be sure to make it there. I'll see you then, Jonathan!" She blushed, clutching her sides, grinning like crazy.

"That'd be lovely. Goodbye, Annabel." He responded, and by the way his voice sounded Annabel could just tell he was smirking, which only made her blush harder.

"Bye!" she blurted out before hitting the end button, nearly dropping her phone. She let out a deep exhale, feeling herself get back to normal. Why did talking to him make me feel that way? I barely know the man, and yet I feel butterflies around him. Her confused thoughts swam in her head, not giving any answers. She checked her phone, noticing that it was nearly six. "Oh gosh! I can't let Bruce wait on me anymore; I should've been done a while ago!" She muttered to herself, running out of her room in a rush. I hope Bruce didn't have to wait on me too long…

Meanwhile in Gotham City…

"Bye!" he heard the probably blushing girl blurt out before hearing a click. The doctor chuckled to himself, wondering what had gotten into the girl. It seems as if talking to me makes her nervous. I'll have to decide later whether that's good or not…

"So, you and Miss Annabel are going on a little date tomorrow, Jonathan?" Joker smirked at him, lightly chuckling.

"It won't be a date! It'll be one step forward in our plan of getting that girl. Her being nervous around me is just one more stroke of good luck." Jonathan replied, shaking his head at the impossible clown.

"Lighten up a little, Jonny! You can't take a joke?" The clown laughed, noticing Jon's sour expression.

"No. No I can't, Joker." He glared at him, plopping down on a beige colored couch, taking in his surroundings. Crisp white walls lined the walls and a dingy green carpet donned the floors. A small television sat across from the couch, and a small built in kitchen stood behind the couch. A small, always slightly dirty bathroom was a few feet away, and three additional doors led to three small bedrooms. Welcome to Casa de Jon… He imagined himself saying to Annabel once his plan finally took its course.

"Settle down, children, please." Bane loudly sighed, emerging from the bathroom, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, huffing loudly. He had grown quickly tired of Jon and Joker's constant arguing. "Can you please act like adults for one second?"

"Adult? I think the way I act is perfectly fine. I don't know about Jon's sour attitude though." Joker smirked, sitting on the kitchen counter carelessly.

"Anyways," Bane continued, completely ignoring Joker, "how is your plan going? Did that Annabel girl call yet?"

"Actually she just did. We're meeting tomorrow at the little coffee shop right off 2nd Street and Cherrybrook Avenue."

"They're having a little date, Bane! Isn't that just lovely?" Joker snickered again.

Jon sent a glare his way, watching as Joker dissolved into a fit of giggles and cackling laughter. Immature bastard…

"She called already?" Bane asked, again ignoring Joker.

"Yes she did. It was pretty surprising really." Jon responded, pondering for himself why the girl had called him so quickly anyway.

"Face it Jonny-boy; the chick likes ya! Ha! Have you ever heard of an actual woman liking Jon?" Joker cackled again, enjoying every moment of his teasing.

All he got as a response were harsh glares from Bane and Jonathan, showing him that they were not as easily amused as he was.

Fine…fucking killjoys. The clown thought, walking out of the room onto the balcony with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in hand.

Thank God… Jon thought.

"So, are you getting her tomorrow?"

"No, of course not. I need to obtain her trust first, although it seems as though I may have a little already. Surprisingly, she seems to be a tiny bit infatuated with me, or at least laughingly nervous."

"So that's why Joker was making fun of you." Bane chuckled, now understanding why the clown had been so annoying about his phone call.

"Yes. For once that annoying bastard was right." Even Jon had to chuckle a little at that.

"So, what's your plan?"

"Talk to her."

"That's it? Just talk to her?" Bane stared at him incredulously. Why can't he just take the girl?

"Yes, chief, that's it. Like I said before, I need to gain her trust enough to come here herself. That'll make our job much easier. Plus, it'll be fun just fucking with her." He smirked, reveling in his plan. "With how weak this girl is, I'm sure to have her come to stay with us in maybe a week or so."

"If she's so weak, why don't you just take her now?"

"Messing with her will put some of her trust into me, and make getting her not only easier, but much more enjoyable. Trust me, this'll all pay off. There must be a bank you can rob or a bridge you can blow up in the meantime." Jon explained, getting up and going into his room, thinking over what he'd say to her tomorrow.

Strange man, that doctor is…

Down the hall, first door on the right…

Annabel hurriedly rushed to Bruce's door and knocked, standing impatiently.

"Come in!" She heard Bruce's voice from inside the room. She opened the door and stepped in, only quickly glancing around. Bruce had all brown furniture in the room, brown walls, and brown wooden floors. She sat on his brown linen sheets, laughing to herself. "You sure didn't get your style from mom…"

"No, I think this was all my dad's thinking." He chuckled from another room.

"Bruce? Where are you?" She looked around the room, seeing no sign of her brother.

"Bathroom!" He yelled. "I'll be out in a second!"

She sat down on his bed, being careful not to mess up her dress. I was getting ready for half an hour, half of that time being spent on the phone with Jonathan! How long does this man take to get ready? Her mind wandered, ultimately coming back to her phone call with Jonathan. Why was talking to that man making me so nervous? She let her head hit the mattress, lost in her thoughts. Well, he was attractive, and so nice! His voice did sound familiar…I'm still not sure if that's a good thing or not. Maybe I'm curious about where his voice came from? But even that wouldn't normally make me that nervous. I don't remember feeling that nervous over a man…

Bruce emerged silently from the bathroom, dressed in a black tuxedo. He found his sister laying in his bed, looking slightly lost. I wonder what she's thinking of… "Hey, Annabel!" He laughed, jumping onto the bed next to her, watching as she jumped up in fright.

"Oh gosh, Bruce! Don't do that!" She laughed, the brother and sister holding their sides in laughter. After a few minutes of laughing, they emerged from the room hand in hand.

"You know, if you weren't my sister, you're the type of woman I'd usually hit on." Bruce smirked, watching as Annabel blushed.

"Bruce!" She gasped, looking at him in disbelief.

"What? You said you've heard about me. You haven't heard about my apparent playboy status?" He laughed. "Besides, you're beautiful. You look like mom." He smiled, reminiscing good memories with his mother.

"Thanks." She smiled, thinking back to the pictures Alfred had sent her of her mother, remembering a little bit of a resemblance. Bruce led her out the mansion door and down its many stairs to Alfred emerging from a black Lamborghini, bringing a look of shock to Annabel's face. "This is your car?" She gasped, staring at Bruce.

"One of them." Bruce rubbed in, watching as Annabel's face morphed into amazement. He chuckled at her face as he led her into the front seat of the car before settling into it for himself, revving up the ignition and leaving Wayne Manor in the distance before Annabel had a chance to buckle her seatbelt. After a few silent minutes, Bruce pulled in at one of his favorite restaurants, Gotham City Diner. Despite its name, the Diner had grown to be a fancy restaurant, typically serving wealthy patrons. "What do you think?" He eagerly asked Annabel as he helped her out of the car.

"This place seems really nice." She smiled, taking Bruce's hand and walking into the restaurant. Bruce seemed to draw a large crowd immediately upon walking in.

"Bruce Wayne? Is that really him?"

"I heard he was a shut in for years!"

"What happened to him; who is that woman?"

Annabel and Bruce couldn't help but chuckle at the staring people, trying to ignore them. Bruce must be extremely famous around here, even though Wayne Enterprises is basically dead.

"I'd like a table for two, please." Bruce asked a young woman in front of the restaurant, obviously an employee. Without even blinking a waiter came up to us, weaving us past groups of already waiting people.

"We don't need a reservation?"

"Annabel, you must not realize how big my name is around this town." Bruce chuckled at Annabel's naivety as they were seated at a nice booth in the back corner.

The waiter prattled on about the night's specials, but neither of them listened. After Annabel and Bruce each ordered their wines, the waiter left, leaving Bruce and Annabel by themselves.

"So, Annabel, tell me about yourself. You know so much about me, yet I know almost nothing about you." Bruce enquired, smiling brightly.

"Oh, I'm really not that interesting." She giggled.

"I'd beg to differ. About an hour ago you were telling me that you have the ability to follow the famous Harvey Dent's footsteps. You've got to be interesting. Besides, you're related to me aren't you?" Bruce laughed, turning his attention back to Annabel.

"Well, what exactly do you want to know?"

"Everything. I want to know all about my baby sister."

"Okay then." She giggled, lightly blushing. "For starters, we both have the same mom." Both of them had to laugh at that before she continued. "After mom gave birth to me, I was placed into an orphanage. I stayed there for about a month or so before I was adopted by Jackson and Mary Walker, where I got my last name from. They also gave me my middle name; they loved Edgar Allan Poe and saw the immediate chance to name me Annabel Lee, after his famous "Annabel Lee" poem. Anyways, my life was mostly sound at that point. I grew up how any normal baby should have, occasionally getting letters from mom or Alfred, which Jackson and Mary saved for when I was older and could actually read them. Usually they replied with my progress, and sometimes they read me the letters themselves.

"That all changed when I was five or so. Mary was killed in a car crash, and Jackson went basically insane. He couldn't take the thought of living without her, and he committed suicide. I'm still not sure how he did it, but frankly I wouldn't want to know. Luckily for me, a day or two later Alfred had come for one of our visits. Since mom and dad were probably not…alive anymore…at that point, he came to visit instead of her. He found Jackson, and saw no sign of Mary. He immediately took me with him, after helping me pack some of my things, and we went back to the orphanage. I guess I had good luck getting adopted out, because less than a month later I was adopted again, by this man. Henry." She stopped, immediately stiffening upon saying his name.

Before Bruce could enquire about the man, the waiter came again to take their orders. Bruce got his usual chicken parmesan, as well as Annabel. As the waiter took their orders, all he could think about was Annabel's sudden change of demeanor. What did that Henry guy do to her?

After the waiter left, the couple sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, until Bruce finally spoke up. "What did that Henry guy do to you?" he asked with deep concern in his eyes.

Annabel couldn't speak for a few minutes, just staring at the table. She finally took a deep breath, exhaled, and continued. "Henry did…just…bad things. I don't really want to talk about it at the moment."

"Okay, that's completely understandable."

"Thanks Bruce. But as soon as I was eighteen, I left its house and went on my own. I spent a few months on the streets, which wasn't really that bad considering the fact that we lived in upstate New York. It," she continued, her voice having a bitter tone whenever she mentioned Henry, "tried getting me back, but I just ran. I left a lot of meaningless possessions, only bringing what was necessary. After that, I went to a town in New Jersey for a few years, going to a college and law school with the money I saved over the years. I've always wanted to be a prosecutor, after what he did to me; I want all criminals to pay their dues.

"I always looked up to Harvey Dent throughout law school. I watched every single one of his amazing trials, and I vowed that one day I would be like him. When he died, I was heart broken, but I saw an opportunity to become Gotham's next Harvey Dent. I came here soon after, and here I am." She finished with a smile, waiting for Bruce's reaction.

"So, you want to be like Harvey?" he asked, curiosity lacing his tone.

"Yes, more than anything."

"Maybe there are some things you wouldn't want to model." Bruce replied, seeming to drift into memories.

What does he mean? "Well, to rephrase myself, I just want to put criminals away. Dent was the best at that, and I hope to do a job as good as he did." I felt it was best to not ask Bruce what he meant by not wanting me to model Dent completely, not wanting to pry.

A few minutes later their food came, both eating in silence, reflecting on the story Annabel told.

I wonder what this Henry guy did to Annabel. It had to have been bad for her to not want to tell me. I also want to find out his last name; if he's alive, I want to teach him a lesson for messing with a Wayne… Bruce thought, his food suddenly not tasting as good as he remembered.

"So, Bruce, what about you? What's my big brother been up to?" Annabel asked with a smile, not wanting more memories to come flooding back.

"Do I really seem that interesting?" Bruce asked with a chuckle.

"Bruce. You practically own this entire city, your house is larger than anything I've ever seen, and we drove here in a Lamborghini. Of course you're interesting!"

"Maybe I'm just a rich pig." Bruce smirked.

"God damnit Bruce!" Annabel laughed.

"Okay, okay. My story. I don't remember much about my early childhood, other than that one night." Bruce began with a pause, his features stiffening, before continuing.

"My parents and I went to a play that I can't even remember the name of. It reminded me of this time a few weeks ago that I got stuck in a well in our garden, and there were bats everywhere. They scratched and bit me, and made that awful screeching noise. It absolutely terrified me, and I'd been scared of bats ever since. Anyways, the play reminded me of that experience, and I couldn't bear it. I convinced my parents to leave with me, and we went out the only exit open; the alley exit. As we were walking out, a random hobo came up to us and tried robbing us. My parents wouldn't let him take anything, so he shot them. I stood there in shock, not moving an inch. After the guy realized my parents didn't even have anything other than our keys to take, he ran off, leaving me alone in that alley.

"I was young, so I felt no shame in crying my eyes out. Eventually an officer named Jim Gordon found me and brought me to the station to call Alfred. From that day on, Alfred became like a father to me, and Gordon stayed a good friend of mine. I basically just lived my childhood decently, with no real events bringing any strong memories. Until I met Rachel…" he paused, memories of the one that got away flooding back, taking a bite of food to not completely stare off into space.

"To keep a long story short, she was murdered, and now here we are. I stopped paying attention to the company, and just spent years to myself. Nothing much else happened up until this point." Bruce finished, obviously not wanting to talk anymore.

Annabel wasn't completely sure how to respond, prompting them to finish their dinner in silence. They paid and left a few minutes later, both dwelling on each others' stories. Bruce left obvious parts out, but for the most part his story was done. He still wondered about Annabel's mysteries, as Annabel pondered his.

What else isn't being told?