Okay. So I was on a break for awhile while I went on a trip. It is now 1:25 in the morning and I just finished writing my fourth chapter. It's short, I know gosh lol trust me I know. That's all I could do. I'm tired still. I spent all day trying to get motivation. Then I had lots of interuptions. Grr. So here you are. I will make another one soon. Maybe one that actually goes somewhere. I have no idea how I will do so, but I will try. Lol.

I swung down onto the porch railing. I starred into the window. He saw me and excused himself from the table. The door opened and Commissioner Gordon stepped out. I squatted on the railing, waiting for him to talk.

"It's not safe for you to be hanging around my house." He spoke in a hushed tone. "You…" He turned to look in the window. "You have to leave right now."

"Why?"

He hesitated. "Because, you shouldn't be here."

"Why?"

The front door began to slowly open.

"Daddy, who you talking too?"

Gordon began to panic. He looked at the door and saw his daughter come around the side. He looked back to where Batman had been crouching. He released his breath.

"Daddy?" She asked again.

"Just someone at the station Morgan." He lied.

She nodded. "Okay."

She tucked her chocolate brown hair behind her ears. Her expression was spectacle as her dad was coming up with excuses for his strange leave from the dinner table. I saw her glance around the porch. I slowly ducked my head below the opening of my hiding place. Her fierce dark brown eyes were still some how warm looking as she skimmed the outside of the house. She unfolded her arms and reached for the door back into the house. She held it open as Gordon followed her back inside to the dinner table.

I climbed back on to the deck. They took their places at the table and continued talking. Gordon looked up and saw me at the window. I stayed there trying to make him come back out side. He tried to tell me to go away with his eyes. I shook my head. I saw Morgan watching her dad like he was crazy. I tilted my head in her direction. He turned to see her giving him a worried look. He smiled at her as she looked over to the window.

I stepped out of her view. I went to look in the window again. All I saw was Gordon pulling to blinds together.

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I HAD to get a start on my article. All I had was an introduction. The past three nights had been a bust. First I was at Ryan's, and then I went to dinner with him again, before I went home to try and work on my article. Not to mention I was at my dad's last night to have dinner there. All I wanted to do was have a nice home cooked meal and watch some television. Or maybe curl up with a good book. Not write some impossible article about Batman. I opened my laptop on my footstool. I began to re-read my introduction.

Does the city of Gotham know the hero they have been so fortunate to have? Is there any truth to his dark reputation? Or is he really just trying to help us? These are the questions that arise when I think of Gotham's knowledge of Batman. I think of a city that doesn't know who is trying to help them.

I groaned. I had been staring at that paragraph all day. The article wasn't even that long. If I had any facts I could write it in less then an hour. I didn't want to BS my way through the article and ramble on to fill up the space. I put a chip in my mouth and tried to type some more for the article.

People who live in Gotham hear the name Batman and panic. Those people are mostly the criminals who reside in Gotham's alleyways and ghettos. When other people hear the name Batman, they moan and brush him aside. There are only a few Gotham citizens who actually feel he is helping them.

Many citizens have a misunderstanding about our caped crusader. They jump to conclusions too quickly, or they need someone to blame for their lives. After all the help he has given us, we still look down on him. Gotham is a cruel and harsh city. Any person who can risk they're lives to do what he does is truly a hero. He is some one who should be understood and appreciated.

Who ever he may be the man is a caring human being who has been faced with extreme dilemmas. While others think he is a murder and nuisance, others think he just what Gotham needed.

People were shocked when I asked their opinions on Batman. They expected the article to be about bashing him. Most of them said that Gotham never needed him and that all he has done was cause trouble. I asked one individual who thought differently.

"I think that he is misunderstood." Said billionaire Bruce Wayne.

I saved the article. I just needed an ending. My head was trying to think while I stared at the black font on the screen. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, such an arrogant man. I was so glad Ryan was the exact opposite. I don't think Bruce Wayne had a normal bone in his body.

All Gotham can hope is that whether they support him or not, Batman will always be there to help. Maybe in the near future, Gotham will come to appreciate him. Gotham can only hope that they will keep their hero, whether they know it or not.

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I tried to figure out what the Joker could be planning this time. I wasn't even sure if he ever knew what he was doing in the first place. All I could do was wait until I got a sign of him. Until then I had to try my hardest to get a head of him. How do you get ahead of a man who doesn't know what he is going to do next?

I stopped at the intersection. My motorcycle engine roared. The light turned green and I sped ahead. I saw a familiar face crossing the street ahead of me as I came to another red light. Ryan flipped out his cell phone and began to have a very serious conversation. He glanced at his watch and quickened his step. He opened the door to the Café on the corner. I glanced in the window and saw Morgan sitting at a table with her laptop. The light turned green and I turned the corner. I parked my bike on the side of the street and hopped off.

The Café was slightly busy and smelt strongly of coffee and baked goods. I stood at the back of the line. Morgan handed Ryan a coffee as he sat down. I shuffled along in line, getting closer and closer to the counter. Morgan was laughing at a joke Ryan had made. Her smile was bright and her usually fierce brown eyes were relaxed.

"Oh my god!" I heard a woman say as she came in to line behind me. "It's Bruce Wayne." She looked at her friend and squealed quietly.

"Yes. I'm Bruce Wayne." I turned around to see them. They're faces went pale. "How about I buy you ladies some coffees?"

They giggled and peeked at each other. I smirk and ordered three regular coffees. I glanced over to Morgan and saw her and Ryan playing footsies under the table. The two girls were still giggling with each other behind me. I handed them their coffees and put my arms around their shoulders and lead them to a table. Morgan looked up and saw the two girls hanging off of me. I saw her roll her eyes and go back to talking to Ryan.

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I couldn't believe that Bruce Wayne was here in the same Café as me. In all the places he could have chose to go, he came here. That jerk was ruining my coffee date with Ryan. All I could hear was those two annoying girls giggling as he tells them billionaire stories. He walked in here like a king.

"Everything okay?"

I smiled. "Yeah. Just Mr. Wayne over there. He's not my favourite person in the world."

Ryan laughed. "Yeah. I know what you mean." I raised an eyebrow at his comment. "I can find his big headed at times."

"At times?" I chuckled.

I closed my laptop and leaned over to kiss Ryan on the lips. He smiled and held my hand. The giggly girls sitting with Bruce ruined the moment. I let out a frustrated sigh. Ryan looked over to the table.

"He keeps looking over here you know." Ryan pointed out.

I looked over at Bruce. "Really?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

I got up and walked over to the table where the two girls and Bruce were. The two girls gave me dirty looks as I stood there. I gave them both dirtier looks, watching them shrug me off. Bruce smiled wide.

"Hey, it's you again!" He bellowed in the café.

"Yes it's me again." He continued to grin. "I was just wondering why you keep staring at Ryan and I?"

"I thought he wasn't your boyfriend." He played.

"That's none of your business."

He looked at the girls. "I think you two should go now."

"But Brucey!" They both whined at the same time.

"Don't even bother Bruce." I said as the girls began to stand up. "I wasn't here for a conversation." I walked back to my table and sat down across from Ryan.

"How'd that go?" Ryan asked.

"I hate that man." I snapped.

Ryan laughed nervously. "He's coming up to the table."

"He's what?"

Ryan gritted his teeth and repeated what he had said before. "He's coming up to the table."

A chair slid up against the side of the table. I closed my eyes, hoping it wasn't really happening. I opened them to see him sitting there. I looked at Ryan, who just smiled weakly. Bruce took a sip of my coffee. My eyes got wide with anger.

"That's my coffee." I said through my teeth.

"Damn good too. What kind is this?" He took another sip.

"If you don't mind Mr. Wayne. I actually work for my money to buy that coffee." I snarled.

"Really?" He questioned me. "You know, you really have a problem with your possessions."

I looked at Ryan for help. He finally spoke up.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Yes. Mr. Hunter?"

"Please stop drinking Morgan's coffee."

"Only if I don't have to hear you guys at night ever again." He shook his head is refusal. "I want my beauty sleep you know. I can't have anyone disturbing it."

I grabbed my coffee and tore off the lid. I stood up and dumped it on his head. I crumpled up the cup and threw it at him. I grabbed the rest of my muffin and dropped it in his hair. He just sat there in his chair mortified. Ryan's mouth was hanging open. I brushed a few stray hairs out of my face and smiled proudly. He wiped some coffee off his eyes.

"Morgan…"Ryan muttered.

I leaned down to Bruce's face. "You piss me off so much!" I looked in to his eyes. I didn't see the Bruce Wayne I had come to hate. He just stared at me shocked and stood up. He took some napkins with him as he left the café.

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How dare she. XD. But okay guys. I hate mushy parts. But there will be some in the near future. So yeah. Be warned. And have mercy on me! Lol. And I don't want to make Bruce seem like a jerk anymore, as funny as it seems. Well, see you next chapter. Please review, I will add a bunch more chapters more quickly if you do. Once again, thanks for all your veiws. Bye.