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Author's Note: Here's Chapter Three...It's a bit shorter than the previous two, my bad. :) Enjoy!

After pulling into the cave, Batman speedily picked her up and placed her on the table that he commonly lay on to have Alfred bandage him.

Alfred emerged from the shadows and assisted him. Alfred pulled the knife out of her shoulder and applied pressure. "Master Wayne, perhaps you could run a test on the bloody dagger? I'll sew her wound."

The Dark Knight nodded as he swabbed the knife and placed the sample in a sequencer that he recently had acquired from the Applied Science Sector.

As the sequencer beeped, Batman was relieved to see the results. "The knife was laced with a form of GHB. She'll be alright in that regard. We have to be careful that she doesn't choke on her own vomit."

Bruce removed the cowl for but a moment, until he saw her convulse. He hastily treated her with lorazepam, which ended the convulsions. Bruce changed out of his suit and carefully carried her upstairs.

He laid her down in a guest bedroom and ordered Alfred to watch her.

Bruce returned to the cave to further inspect the knife. It was common; no clues or leads to who was behind the assault.

He sighed and returned to his friend's bedside. "Alfred, when she wakes up. You have to agree with me that Batman brought her here."

"Master Bruce, why would he bring her here?"

"Because my name was the last thing she muttered."

"That's a suffice reason." The butler agreed.

Regan awoke to the sun shining on her face. She was in a foreign bed and room. When she attempted to move, a piercing shot of pain surged through her body, specifically her shoulder.

"Where am I?" she murmured painfully.

"Wayne Manor, Detective." A familiar voice answered. Regan turned to see Alfred smiling.

"How did I get here?" she asked thoroughly confused.

"Batman brought you here." Bruce answered as he entered the room. Regan thought that maybe he was waiting on cue to answer that particular question but quickly shoved that idea aside for later musing. Bruce's voice knocked her back to the present, "He said you cried out my name when you collapsed."

She attempted to recall the night's events but found them to be a bit disheveled and foggy. Regan accepted Bruce's answer, because nothing made sense anymore. Bruce's eyes gazed at her pale face. His anger burned deep in his chest. He'd find out who did this. His conscience warned him that revenge wasn't the answer, and he knew this to be true.

"I should call someone and get out of your hair. I don't want to be a burden."

Bruce ran his hand through his hair as he handed her his cell phone. She dialed her parents' number.

"Hey Renee, Mom and Dad home? It's Regan by the way."

"What do you mean they aren't available?" Didn't she just speak with her father last night? What was so important to them that they couldn't be bothered? Mercedes.

"Fine." She closed her eyes tight attempting to rid herself of the frustration that was growing. Luckily, she had an option left, Jena.

"Jena it's—" Bruce watched her facial expression change.

"What do you mean I'm not welcomed? What did I do?"

"Oh really? Sorry that I went without you. Spur of the moment." Bruce could faintly make out a high pitched voice screaming into the receiver.

"You blame me for you missing your job? I reminded you! You drunk. Fine, um, just…I'll send someone to pick my luggage up."

She closed the cell phone and shakily handed it back to him.

"No luck?" he asked gently. Tears welled up, but they didn't come.

"Bruce, I'll stay in a hotel."

Alfred knew better, "No Miss. You're not well enough to be by yourself. We're happy to have you."

Bruce glanced over at Alfred with a light perturbed expression.

"Is that okay? I don't want to—" Regan felt like she was imposing. This was Bruce's house, and it seemed like he was happy living by himself (excluding Alfred of course). Regan doubted he wanted a woman living with him.

"Don't worry about it Rae. I have to make a conference call. Call Alfred if you need anything. I'll be back later."

'Rae'? Since when did he call her by her nickname? How did he know it? 'It's just a coincidence.' She promised herself.

Alfred nodded to Bruce as he left. Clearing her head, Regan wanted to sit up. As she tried to push herself up, Alfred rushed forward to assist her.

"Thank you."

He smiled, "You're quite welcome. Can I get you anything?"

Sarcastically she replied, "New friends, job, and life. You can throw my luggage in there too."

Regan immediately felt ashamed for taking her anger out on the older man. He didn't knife her or leave her to die. "Look Alfred, I'm sorry. It's not your fault that this happened—I'm just frustrated. Bruce wasn't very forthcoming, and ahh."

"It's fine Detective. Given the circumstances I don't think that I'd act any different." The older man replied humbly.

Regan sighed before slowly moving to get up. "I need to get my stuff from Jena Foxes place…"

"I'll retrieve your belongings when I go to the market later this morning."

She settled back in to bed defeated. Feeling groggy, she lied back down and fell into a deep sleep.

Alfred took his leave, and headed to do his errands.

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