Disclaimer: I do not own any of the batman franchise (sadly), therefore I don't own Bruce, Batman, Gotham, or anything if the sorts. I only own Sara. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

The cab pulled up in front of a run-down pizza parlor. "Are you sure this is the place?" The cab driver sat there and didn't say a word. "I take that as a yes," I muttered stepping out of the taxi.

Looking around for a way to get up to the apartments above the restaurant, I spotted a fire escape. Step by step on the unstable stairs –that screeched every time I stepped on a rusted area- I made it up to a window. It was open, so I investigated because anyone in their right mind –who lived in Gotham- wouldn't leave their window open. Especially at night.

Slipping into the apartment, I walked into the kitchen. On the table there was unopened mail, the Gotham Times newspaper, and a card. I flipped the card over and the face of a joker was looking at me. In it's hands it held a round object. I couldn't make out what the object was because it was too dark. I turned on the lights and I looked back at the card.

The joker was holding a bomb and at the bottom it said, "Time's up!" "Oh Shit!" I yelled running out of the kitchen. I raced to the window and shot through when the horrifying explosion happened. I clung to the steps of the fire escape as they shook aggressively. Flames shot out of the windows and soot began to sprinkle on my clothes. My attention was diverted from the explosion to the fire escape that screeched and shook some more. I looked down and on the black pavement was the rusted metal of over half of the fire escape.

Tears fell down my ashened face. I had never been so terrified in my entire life. The step that my arms had instinctively wrapped around began to bend under my weight. "Help me!" I screamed out.

Creak, crink, crank! went the step just before it broke off sending me plummeting to my death. A blood curdling scream made its way out of my mouth, as the looming fate of my body hitting the concrete ground became inevitable.

I continued to scream until my body jerked to a stop. My mind started racing at the speed of light; wasn't hitting pavement suppose to hurt? Or was I dead? Everything was black and I immediately thought, "Yep, I'm dead." Then I felt a strange felling around my waist. It was as if something was constricting my abdomen. The pressure began to increase and eventually became uncomfortable. My arms went to remove it. "Wait, I have arms! I have feeling in my arms!" I thought happily.

I needed to see where to move the object that was constructing me. So slowly, but surely my eyes opened and revealed the pavement below me. I instinctively clamped onto whatever was near to keep from falling. I screamed again, before looking at what I had held onto. I looked straight into the dark eyes of Batman. My arms were wrapped around his neck and my legs were around his waist –my face went crimson and I was thankful for the ash covering my face so he couldn't see. That's when I noticed his arm wrapped around his waist and the other holding his grapple gun. Batman had saved me once again.

We flew to the top of the building and he set me down. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Umm, I guess," I mumbled. He turned to leave, but I wasn't letting him get away without showing him how thankful I was. "Wait!" He faced me again, "I forgot to thank you!" "You don't have to," he responded. I walked up to him and said, "I don't care. Besides I never got to properly thank-you and you saved me twice, so I'm really thankful." With that I took a step closer, leaned in, and kissed him. It was a safe kiss –closed mouth and no tongue- but that didn't stop him from pulling away almost instantly. But I knew in that little amount of time where we did kiss each other, he kissed me back. And that was all I needed to know he shared –somewhat- the same feelings I did for him. From here, those feelings were only going to grow.

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It had been a week since the explosion. And day after day I walked the streets –undercover as a homeless person- looking for any information on the Joker. I only found snippets about him, nothing the police department didn't already have.

It began to get frustrating, not finding anything. And thing hewanted us to know (such as his plans for the city) he made clear by sending tapes to the local news station. The Joker made it apparent that he wanted to destroy the city and bring Batman down with it. He was determined to find out who the Batman was.

Speaking of the Batman, he's been following me around at night. Maybe he wanted to know what I was up to and see if I was a threat. Or, perhaps he wanted to keep me safe. A smile would work its way across my face every time I saw a fast moving shadow or I heard a "Whooshing" sound when I was undercover. And adrenaline rush would come after I knew he was watching me. It was crazy how I felt whenever he was near.

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At 2:00 a.m. I found my way into my apartment. I flicked the cracked, cream colored light switch on in my bedroom and flopped on the bed. At 5:00 a.m. I was awoken out of a dead sleep by my alarm clock. My fingers reached feebly for the "Off" button, but instead came in contact with a card board like substance. I picked it up and brought it near my face.

My blood ran cold as I held onto a playing card with a Joker on it. I jumped out of bed and as quick as lightening was out of my apartment. I ran up each flight of stairs until I was on the roof. Once I was there I slumped down by the edge of the building and let the tears free. There was a message on the card. "Stop snooping around or you'll be next." Remembering it had a fresh batch of tears running like rivers down my cheeks.

I don't know how long I was on the roof. After my hysterics were over I sat there shivering. Time didn't matter at the moment. I sat there in a wide eyed daze, until I heard that familiar husky voice. "What's wrong?" he asked and all he needed to hear was the word Joker came out of my mouth, before he scooped me up and took me to the back alley.

"Where are we going?" I inquired, "You are going someplace safe until I've checked your apartment." "Then I can g-""No, you'll stay there until he's caught," Batman interrupted. "Are you going to keep me in the Batcave?" I asked my eyes becoming large with excitement –like a kids who got locked in 6 flags over night. The way I saw it, tonight couldn't get any better. I was in the arms of the Dark Knight and he was taking me to the batcave! "No I'm not. It would be much safer for you if you weren't seen with me," He spoke darkly.

"Ok then, where are you taking me?"

"Wayne Manor."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, I had to break it down into syllables and then individual letters to truly understand what he was saying. But everytime I came to the same conclusion: I would be living with Bruce Wayne. This was going to be a blast…..NOT!

"Wait, why are you taking me there?!" I struggled to get out of his arms. "It's the safest place in Gotham." My hands pressed against his chest and my legs were out of his arms. As soon as my body was free, I began to run. Not a smart move. It only took a matter of minutes before he had me thrown over his shoulder. "Show off," I muttered. "Nah," He responded. I could tell he was smiling as he spoke.

Okay guys thats it for today! Thanks so much for reading, all comments are welcome! Thanks so much!

-Cece