A/N - Here goes number three hope you like

Part 3 – Bruce

Bruce Wayne was by far the most private person in the league. He wasn't the newest member technically that was Clark Kent – Superman; but if you went really technical then some could have said that Clark if not his alter ego was a founding member, he'd heard someone mention that he used to masquerade as the Blur. Bruce could just barely remember the whispers he had heard about Metropolis' Blur.

Because he was so private he felt he owed the same respect to the other members, he very rarely if ever asked questions; but the palpable tension in the air the moment Oliver had walked into the room was enough to make even Bruce wonder.

Dinah had been very cautious with her explanation, which surprised him because Dinah loved to discuss the other members. If Bruce was reading her correctly which he was sure he was, this was not a topic that was easy on any of them.

"A while back we had a kind of co-leader, she was a friend of Clark's from childhood and the only person on the planet trustworthy enough to lead us she was the only member of the league that didn't have powers. We all loved her," Bruce was taken aback at the emotion in Dinah's eyes.

"But Oliver, he really loved her..." he couldn't have explained why he'd said it but he was amazed that there was such an integral part of the team that he knew nothing about.

"I think so, none of us even knew they had a thing going until she took off and Oliver went crazy looking for her." Bruce was again shocked, she was alive he'd assumed that she had been killed or died in action the thought that this woman had managed to disappear from a group of the world's most powerful superheroes left him more impressed than he cared to admit.

"What did she do for you guys?" there he went again, more delving.

"Oh you know she organized missions, hacked files, led us through mazes, brought us together when he were all scattered everywhere she took care of us, watched over us; she was our watchtower." Bruce could now see an extreme amount of guilt splashed across Dinah's face and he wondered how long it had taken for her to stop searching for the missing watchtower.

"Who the hell is watchtower?" one of the younger kids who'd been half eavesdropping on the main show and half on Dinah and Bruce's conversation chirped up and the room went silent.

Bruce took the moment to scan the room he saw a mixture of pained and confused faces until his eyes fell on those of Oliver Queen. That man had not stopped looking for this watchtower and Bruce was pretty sure he never would.

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"Really, that is quite interesting." Alfred took the utility belt that Bruce had handed him and then passed the hero his dress shirt.

"It is isn't it, a member of the Justice league with no powers at all, I can't imagine trusting anyone that way; I mean other than you Alfred," Bruce couldn't stop thinking about the mystery woman. After the awkward departure of their leader he had descended upon Gotham to do as much good as he could in a city with constant evil.

"Not having powers doesn't mean you aren't powerful" Bruce smiled at his only remaining family the man he relied completely on.

"I'm beat Alfred, I'm going to go and grab a couple hours of shut eye." Bruce began to walk away from the older man when Alfred's crisp voice stopped him.

"I'm afraid you have a meeting with Ms Anne Smith this morning sir and after the trouble you went to to have her write for you I think it would be best that you not miss your first appointment."

"Damn it, I had completely forgotten. What time is it?"

"Quarter to ten sir,"

"Damn it, I said I would meet her in the lobby at ten didn't I?'

"You did," Bruce grabbed his black leather jacket and threw it over the grey t-shirt he had put on earlier. He examined his reflection quickly and with a quick finger brush through his hair he deemed himself fit. Sure his eye lids hung a bit from tiredness but what could you expect besides he had a reputation to uphold and a sleepy eyed Bruce Wayne was what the people of Gotham had come to anticipate.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting in Anne Smith but he hadn't expected the tiny blond woman with the head of messy blond curls and hazel eyes that truly lived up to their color. She was talking to an equally stunning girl at the counter; this girl however, was the complete opposite of Anne with dark hair and eyes.

"Mr. Wayne," the dark eyed girl flashed a nervous smile at him and then Anne turned in his direction as well. When she turned he received a much better view of the woman that would be writing his book, she was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that hugged her hips perfectly. A white t-shirt just barely grazed the top of her jeans and accentuated her tiny waist and made her breasts look slightly larger than they actually were. A dark navy cardigan fell loosely at her sides but he noticed that she wrapped the ends around her almost cautiously as she turned to him. Her hair which he'd noticed right away was even more beautiful now that he'd had a chance to properly examine it. She was no Anne Smith that was clear; it seemed this woman had something to hide.

"Ms Smith, I am so glad you found your way alright, I hope you slept well," he slammed on the charm as he held out his hand for Anne.

"Good Morning Mr. Wayne I slept fine thank you though it doesn't look as though you got much sleep yourself last night," the girl at the counter gasped at the audacity and then attempted to hide her smile. Bruce simply flashed her one of his sideways grins and took note of the sparkle in Anne's eyes when she was verbally clever.

"Shall we, I thought we could work up in the penthouse," he indicated to the elevators.

"I meant to speak to you about that, while I appreciate the beautiful room, I was hoping to move to a more moderate accommodation, you see I'd rather not work were I sleep and I'd be wasting all that the penthouse suite has to offer." Bruce was taken aback once again, this was not your typical woman, and she wasn't fazed by either his money or his power. He instantly wondered how she would react to Batman something told him that this woman wouldn't even blink.

"I can switch your room no problem," the girl behind the counter spoke up and Bruce nodded in her direction.

"I just want you to be comfortable Ms Smith,"

"You can call me Anne, should we head to a coffee shop? Or do you have an office we could set up in. That may be a bit more private." She instantly took control and he desperately wanted it back how had she managed to take away one of his largest qualities in their first five minutes together.

"Sure, uh come with me" he began to walk her out the doors and she grabbed her bag calling back to the girl at the counter.

"I'll see you later Luca, thanks for everything"

They walked out the doors and turned down Main Street, his mind once again wandered to watchtower and he attempted to shake her from his mind. Here was with an absolutely stunning woman and he couldn't stop thinking about a girl he had never even met.

"So have you ever been to Gotham before?" he asked but he realized she had stopped following when he turned around; he saw her parked at a newsstand the Gotham Gazette clutched in her fingers.

"Yes!" She cried out, her face was split into a huge grin and her eyes had tears in them. She flipped the paper so she could see the entire photo and her grin turned into the most contagious laugh, even the man at the stand was smiling.

"Yes, yes yes, yes yes!" she cried again and again as she jumped up and down. Part of Bruce was so happy just watching her and part of him was dying with curiosity. He walked up to the stand just as she was paying for the paper. She looked up at him and there was pure elation written on her face.

"What's all this about?" he looked down at the article and a nagging feeling hit him smack in the gut. There on the cover of the paper was the League's new member. It seemed Superman had made his debut in metropolis by saving a bus full of school children. He wasn't sure why it bothered him but her excitement about Superman just didn't sit well.

"Sorry I uh, I did some research on superheroes for a past client..." he knew she was lying but he put it aside preferring instead to change the topic.

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