Disclaimers: I do not own Batman. I never will. I also don't own Gotham and everything else associated with that.
A/N: I know I have other stories to update (which I will), but I had to post this. This story could not get out of my head. Now, this is the first time I've ever written something for Batman Begins.
A/N-2: Yay, for another chapter! I'm on a roll! Lol! I hope you all enjoy it. Your reviews just keep me going. Thank you all so much. Once again, reviews appreciated!
Summary: Bruce Wayne's life wasn't perfect and neither was Anne Vera's, but when they met – perfect seemed possible. Yet perfect isn't easy to have – how long will it take for someone to realize that perfect isn't really perfect? Post DK-about five months after
It's been two hours patrolling.
He then decided to make a personal stop. He decided to return to a very familiar place; a place that wouldn't get out of his mind.
After a few jumps, he was there.
It was where he first met Anne Vera; the strange beauty with a harsh countenance that bore emerald green eyes.
He remembered making his rounds hoping that no one would be in trouble, but of course, in the Narrows some trouble was happening.
Then he saw it.
A woman was being attacked, but she wasn't doing too bad at defending herself.
I made my move. I helped her out, and when I walked towards her – she moves to spray me!
But luckily, he had grabbed her hand. She didn't push the button. Instead they locked eyes.
Emerald eyes.
And then, one of her attackers grunted. She pulled her arm away from him and sprayed that attacker.
And then I left.
Okay, he didn't actually leave right away. He waited until the Gotham police arrived.
And the bonus was that he got to hear her say thank you. For him, that was enough.
What's that?
He looked down at where he was standing. It was something small. He zoned in to what it was.
A can…pepper spray… Why did she leave it?
He picked it up and looked at it.
I wonder if she left Purple Metro.
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It was eleven p.m. and Anne, Christine, and Lisa were now walking to the building where all three lived in.
"That was some speech, Anne." Lisa commented. "You moved the crowd. A job well done!"
Anne smiled.
"Why thank you!" she replied. "And guess what?"
Lisa and Christine looked at each other.
"What?" they asked.
Anne grinned as she answered.
"Shaun Weaver told me that the exhibition went so great that he decided to auction some of my pieces. It'll be in two weeks at the Purple Metro."
Lisa squealed as Christine grinned back.
"And you said yes, right?" she asked.
Anne frowned. "No, I told him to go to hell," she said sarcastically. "Of course, I accepted."
Christine laughed while Lisa shook her head.
"I'm the kind of person who can't handle sarcasm…" Lisa said. "You guys should know that."
"Oh, we know…" Anne and Christine returned together.
Lisa rolled her eyes.
"Always ganging up on me…" she muttered.
"Ah, ease up, Lisa. You know we love to death." Anne replied.
Christine shook her head.
"Um, not to death. I think I would like to live a little longer," she contended.
Anne's eyes widen.
"Christine!" she exclaimed as she slapped her friend's shoulder. "That was mean!"
Christine shook her head.
"If anyone can be mean with words it's you," she countered jokingly.
Anne laughed.
All of a sudden, they heard a loud swish against the wind. Soon after that, a slight thump was heard in front of them.
Christine automatically went into her fight stance while Lisa grabbed Anne's arm. They all looked straight ahead and to their surprise, they were greeted by the one and only Dark Knight of Gotham: The Batman.
He was in a crouched position with a hand down on the ground.
Anne felt herself freeze.
We meet again.
Batman smiled inwardly at their reactions. After analyzing the two ladies (who were obviously not looking at him with hate) that he was sure was with Anne back in Purple Metro, he laid his eyes solely on Ms. Vera.
There they were. Those emerald eyes were staring right back at him. He didn't know why, but he did want to smile.
Anne Vera….
Anne stared straight at him. She looked into his dark eyes; captivated.
The Batman.
"Uh, that's Batman." Lisa whispered.
Christine withdrew her fighting stance and smiled.
"We know," she replied. "Don't we, Anne?"
Anne couldn't answer. How could she when The Batman was right there in front of her?
She could tell that her heart rate was going up. She felt it and she could hear it. But one question stayed in her mind.
Why?
Batman barely blinked. Why? It was because he didn't want to blink. He didn't think he would catch her.
But here she is…
He stood up; careful not to break the eye contact he had with Anne.
"You forgot something," he said; letting his voice become hoarse.
Lisa was immediately confused. She looked at Anne and then at Christine. The level of confusion grew when Batman tossed something over to Anne.
She watched as Anne catches the mysterious object and look at it. She then looked back at The Batman and was surprised that he was still there.
Anne looked down at the thing that she caught. She smiled slightly. I can't believe I forgot this. And the fact that the police didn't see it, but Batman did.
It was the pepper spray can.
She looked up at the Batman with gratitude in her eyes.
"Thanks," she replied.
The Batman just nodded and before the ladies knew it – he was gone.
Anne gripped the can and breathed.
Lisa was now smiling her butt off.
"It's official," she said with her face flushed. "Oh, yeah, I'm in love."
Christine rolled her eyes.
"You're not in love," she countered. "You're in lust."
She looked at Anne who was still standing still. She shook her head with a smile.
"If anyone's in love, I think its Anne," she mentioned as she nodded at the said person.
Lisa looked at Anne. She then smiled and looked back at Christine.
"You're right," she agreed. "Look at her. She's memorized. She's already missing him."
Shadow eyes…
It was then she realized what they were saying. She finally moved from her position and turned to her friends.
She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't speak.
"Oh, you are in love with him!" Lisa exclaimed, exciting growing in her.
Christine added, "Of course, he came back just to give her something."
Anne looked down at the can.
"What did he give you, Anne?" Lisa asked. "What was it that you forgot?"
"Pepper spray." Anne replied.
She gripped the can harder. A feeling came over her. She couldn't describe it. She didn't want it to go away.
Anne smiled. "Let's go home."
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TBC
End-note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I hope to have one up again by tomorrow. Reviews appreciated!