Whoops. That was a long break. But here you are. Had most of this written for awhile but just took it off my old laptop. More should be up soon. Thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated.

"I think we both know it's not that easy," I whispered somberly.

"I know," he agreed as he hoisted himself out of the chair with his cane. "But I mean it."

He left me standing in my office focused on the ground. I hadn't looked at him while he passed me. I had felt him hesitate as he brushed my side and again before he shut the door behind him. In an ironic cheesy way, the sun had slipped behind the clouds and the lighting in my office dimmed.

Had that gone well? Had that gone badly? I had no idea if it had made anything better between us. I felt more confused. But that all had to wait. I had work to do, thank god. The only thing in my life that makes sense to me is my work.

I walked around my desk back to my seat and sat down. I dialed my father's number and waited for him to pick up. After 30 seconds passed I frowned and hung up. Flipping through my daily planner, I saw that I had the rest of the afternoon free of meetings. I fiddled with my purse as I filled it with everything I needed to work at home. I would rather be doing this in my pajamas.

Before I headed home, I figured I should stop in to see my father at work. My co-workers waved as I left the office and entered the elevator. I tried hard to hide my grin as I watched them all slave away in their cubicles for another few hours. The elevator doors chimed and I jogged out of the doors and towards my 1966 Ford Mustang. In disappointment, I decided to keep the top up incase it rained. I had made a good call. Within 5 minutes of leaving the under ground the skies had unleashed a heavy shower on Gotham City. I slowly pulled into the parking lot of the police station and braced myself for the run to the doors.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed as I busted through the station doors. I was drenched in only a matter of seconds. My gray peacoat heavy and my hair stuck to my face. I made my way to the counter. "Good thing I sprung the extra money for water proof mascara!" I joked with the receptionist.

"Ms. Hilroy!" She greeted. "How are you? Besides soaking wet?"

"I'm…I've been just fine," I fumbled. "Thank you for asking."

"Blake, get Ms. Hilroy a towel from the back!" She ordered him. He stood up immediately and disappeared into the back room. She turned back to me and smiled. "He's such a sweetheart."

Within a few seconds he reappeared with a dishtowel. "Its all we have miss," he shrugged and handed me the tiny towel. "My apologies."

I took the towel and tried to dry my hair. This towel was going to get me nowhere. I grinned at him thankfully and went back to wiping my face. Blake stood by me hesitantly for a few moments before he made his way back to his desk. After I had tied my damp hair up into a bun, my eyes fell onto Blake as he starred at me. I blinked a few times until he noticed I had caught him. Blushing, the officer grabbed a pen and went back to his paper work.

"Is my father here?" I asked the receptionist.

"No, not at the moment," she shook her head. "He will be back in a few moments though, he stepped out for a coffee."

I handed her the towel and told her I would wait in his office for him to return.

"Officer Blake," I acknowledged him as I walked passed his desk to my father's office.

"Miss Hilroy," he sputtered nervously from behind me. "Have a good day miss."

…

"Now, now Master Wayne. Don't get too worked up about it," Alfred was trying his hardest to calm me down.

"Alfred, I fucked it up. I fucked up everything. No more Batman, no more Morgan, and no more me," I mumbled through my hands as they covered my face.

Alfred walked over to the couch and slowly sat down beside me. "You know Master Wayne, you are still here. You may not be as strong, and you may not be as young. But you are still here, in your family home, with me, and in decent health," he replied. "You need to open your eyes and see that there was more to you than Batman. Now that Batman is gone, go and be who you wanted to be. You knew you wanted something more than Batman."

"That was with Rachel," I spat at him.

He frowned at me. "You moved on from Rachel. It has been almost ten years sir. Miss Hilroy, now she loved you whether you were Batman or not. But Batman, or Bruce didn't have the ability to love her back. You, Master Wayne, need to figure out which one couldn't forgive her, and which one truly loved her back. And I think you will find, that the person who loved her is still alive, and the person who is holding him back is dead." He watched me shake my head in stubborn disagreement. "If you want to be happy again, you have to remember what made you happy. Remember what made you feel like Batman didn't need to exist in that moment, that all you needed was Bruce Wayne."

"It was such a big part of my life Alfred," I pleaded with him. "I can't move on from Batman."

"Then I guess you have no choice but to be miserable," He said as he got off the couch beside me. "And to watch everyone else move on, including Miss Hilroy."

…

Five minutes had passed in my father's office while I waited for him. I had looked at all the photographs and framed achievements around the room. The thought of sitting in my damp clothes made me cringe, but I was tired of standing. I sat impatiently in front of his desk as the clock ticked away at my sanity. Just as I was about to consider ripping out the batteries, the door opened.

"Hello," Officer Blake greeted me. "I thought you might like some coffee." He handed me a dark gray mug and a small bowl full of milk and sugar. "I wasn't sure how you took your coffee."

"Oh bless you, you really are a darling," I smiled at him and happily took the cup from him. It was warm on my hands and part of me wanted to pour it over myself to cancel out how cold I felt.

"You must be freezing," he said. "You're still in wet clothes."

I tried to act like I hadn't been aware of that. "Oh…well," I began. "Nothing I can really do about it right now. But I'm okay," I lied while using all my strength not to shiver.

Blake looked concerned and left the room. I sat there confused by his sudden departure. I took a few sips of my black coffee. I didn't even care that it was burning my mouth, as long as it was warm. Moments later he returned to the office with a uniform blouse and some muffins.

"Here put on this shirt," Blake offered.

"Sir yes Sir!" I obliged. "Thank you so much!"

He smiled and took a sip of his coffee before exiting the room. Luckily my father's office had frosted glass. I unbuttoned my purple blouse and struggled to get the wet fabric off my arms. Fortunately my bra was still moderately dry. The police shirt was slightly too large for me, but that was the last thing I was worried about. It was dry and that was all that mattered. It looked odd with my grey pencil skirt hiding underneath it. Once I was decent I opened the door to the office and strolled out.

"How do I look?" I laughed as I twirled around, showing off my ensemble.

Officer Blake looked up from his paper work and blushed. I stood waiting for an answer.

"Beautiful as always, my beautiful daughter!" My father's voice came down the row of desks. "Now, lets stop distracting Officer Blake from him paper work with fashion shows."

"Yes sir," said Blake and I in unison.

I let my father walk past me and I smiled at Blake before heading back into the office. His sweet innocent smile made me giggle as I shut the door.

"The rain got you I see." My father laughed as I stood there with damp hair.

"Laugh all you want. Yes it did get me," I agreed. "Officer Blake was nice enough to get me a dry shirt."

"Oh, I'm sure he was." My father nodded, looking amused. "What brings you here?"

"Well first off, I understand why you go out for coffee, because the coffee here is terrible," I gestured towards the cup I had been given. My father nodded his head in agreement. "I had called earlier, but you didn't answer. I thought I would just come down and see if you were busy."

"You need to talk about something don't you?" He asked.

"Bruce…he was in my office today," I began. "He was explaining things and apologizing. The other night, at the party, I left early because I had seen him."

My father nodded.

"I don't know if I should forgive him or not. I have already moved on," I hung my head. "What should I do?"

My father looked me in the eyes. "Darling, I don't know what he did. You never told anyone what Bruce did that upset you so much after you were found on the roof top."

I began to fidget. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to speak with my father. I couldn't tell him what Bruce had done because it had been Batman who had done it. I still couldn't blurt out the secret of who Batman was.

"He wasn't there for me. He abandoned me when I was in need. He never contacted me, he never reached out, and he never went back…" I stopped myself as I started to choke up. "He just wasn't there."

"And now he wants to be there?" My father added.

"Yes, and he wants it to go back to eight years ago," I told him. "But that was so long ago, and I had worked so hard in getting over it all. I don't know if I can go back."

He leaned back in his chair, resting his hand over his mouth. He was silent for a few moments and took a sip of his coffee before speaking.

"You do what you think is right. Do not rush back into it because you miss the idea of being with him. I want my daughter to be happy. As much as I would like you to end up with a powerful name such as Wayne, you being happy is what matters. I think you will make the right choice in time."

"I hope so…" I sighed, and stood up. "I should head home now, I have work to do."

I hugged my father and grabbed my wet clothes before leaving his office and closing the door behind me. Officer Blake wasn't at his desk. I spotted him at the front talking with the lady at reception. They stopped talking, as I got closer. Both of them smiled sheepishly at me as I stopped beside Officer Blake.

"I'm heading out now," I said, ignoring their quietness.

"Would you like Officer Blake to walk you to your car miss?" The receptionist asked me sweetly while looking at Officer Blake who looked caught off guard at the proposition.

"I'm sure I will be fine, it's only early in the afternoon." I shrugged off the offer.

She smiled, "Officer Blake, you should walk Miss Hilroy to her car."

We both watched her as she got up and walked down to the back room so we couldn't argue.

I looked at Officer Blake and he pushed open the door to the wall that divided the entrance and the desks. I walked through and he followed me down to the doors, where he dashed in front and held them open.

"Thank you so much," I exclaimed. "I guess there was no arguing with her."

His eyes got wide as he shook his head. "There never is Miss," he said as we walked down the steps together.

The sun had come out now and the clouds were white and fluffy. I pointed out the improvement in the weather to Blake and he gave me a boyish grin and his eyes lit up like the sky had. But all of a sudden his expression changed to seriousness. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me behind him.

"Stop what you're doing!" He yelled towards the parking lot, taking out him gun. "Stay right there Morgan!" He ordered me.

My eyes followed him as his dashed towards the car filled lot. There was a group of four men loitering around a vehicle. If they had been dressed in business suits, all would have been fine, but they weren't. They appeared to be thugs, large in size and dangerous.

Officer Blake kept his distance and called on his walky-talky for possible back up. Within seconds several officers, including my father emerged from the police station, joining us on the edge of the parking lot.

"Morgan go inside the station immediately and get in my office," my father ordered me, his hand hovering over his gun.

I stood frozen as I took in the scene. That vehicle was my car. Those slashed tires were my tires. The smashed windshield was attached to my car, but my side mirrors no longer were.

"Daddy…my baby…my car…" I sputtered, holding my head in my hands.

"I said go inside!" He yelled angrily.

At that moment the thugs had decided to start trouble. They walked towards the cops, heckling and calling out various profanities. The cops formed a defensive stance, guns out and raised towards the thugs.

"We can play that game too!" One thug, the leader most likely, hollered out at us before firing off a shot from his gun.

At the sound of the trigger being pulled and the gun firing, I felt my arm being grabbed and my body hitting the pavement. There was a weight of a person on top of me. The police began returning gun fire while I felt myself be dragged towards the police station and carried up the stairs. It wasn't until I was in my father's office that I became increasingly aware of the pain in my right thigh.