Ann was not happy when she woke up, her whole body was aching. However she noticed something when she stood, her leg hurt but not as much as a broken leg should hurt.

She looked at the crutches and decided she didn't need them, who cares if she had a limp.

While showering the images of the night before flashed to the front of her mind, she got out of the shower, the steam almost making her look angelic, if it wasn't for the scars she would have looked angelic but instead she looked more… like a hardened human being.

She didn't dare to look in the mirror, instead she covered it. Any mirror she found on her way downstairs after getting changed she covered. All three of her guests noticed this.

"Ann we where thinking we could join you to work today."

Ann glanced at Peter but otherwise just did her normal day activities, while making breakfast it was then that someone noticed the lack of crutches, "Where are your crutches girl?"

"Didn't need them."

Her answer was simple and they all watched to see if this was indeed true, when her face didn't show anything they looked in her eyes knowing that would be the one place they could see if she was lying or not. She was telling the truth.

She did her hair after eating breakfast, tying it up but leaving apart of her hair covering her face where the scar lay. If they noticed they didn't mention it.

They followed her out into her garage, inside lay two cars and a covered motorbike.

Peter motioned to the bike and after a sign from Ann uncovered it, revealing a bike that none of them had seen before. It looked very much like a Harley Davidson, however when Peter looked he noticed that it could go a lot faster than a Harley.

It was the design that they looked at the most however.

The bike was black with midnight coloured seats, when looked at closer you could see the whole of the bike had a layer of web on it, some parts where made for it to be seen but others you couldn't tell unless you really looked.

"You plan on using it?"

Ann smiled ever so slightly that morning, "It will get me places faster, if I need to be somewhere faster that is." She covered it back up but not before tracing it lovingly.

She motioned to the Fiat Punto which was also Black with Midnight coloured seats, they got in and it was then Peter voiced his opinion, "You sure do like black and midnight blue."

Ann laughed ever so slightly, but this laugh did not show any inclining of happiness. Instead it just sounded… Hollow.

Arriving at work, she signed all her friends in. She still classed them as friends because she couldn't think of anything else to call them.

She knew they where only trying to help her but she rather just help herself.

In the lift she got more odd looks than she had before, "Someone die?"

She ignored the git who decided to voice his opinion on her choice of clothing. She wore completely black clothing, a black blouse that covered all her scars still showed skin. She also wore a black skirt that went to just above her knees, underneath she wore black tights. To complete the look she wore some black sunglasses that covered her eyes.

She did this because she knew everyone would notice the difference in her eyes, she knew her eyes showed everything she was feeling.

"Young man you should be ashamed of yourself joking about such things."

Ann smiled ever so slightly when the guy paled, Joan was definitely good at making me people feel guilty. Walking to her office, she opened the door and motioned for them all to sit down.

"You know the man in the elevator was kind of right deary, you are wearing too much black."

Ann turned to Joan after finishing typing something into her computer, "I don't really care." With that she got back to work, thankfully having only one appointment that day which went by really easily.

The only problem was the odd stares the person gave her, when she was leaving Ann shouted to her, "Don't stare at people, its rude." Her three friends re-entered the office, "Dinner?"

They nodded and she took them to a nice little restaurant that most people from Wayne Enterprises went to dinner.

While sat there waiting for their orders, MJ, Peter and Joan talked about Gotham, Ann telling them things now and then. Her eyes quickly found Rachel Dawes sat not too far from them and the jealousy sparked in her again.

She thanked herself for wearing sunglasses no one knew she was looking at them, which meant she could watch Rachel without her noticing much.

Then Bruce entered, he saw Rachel and went and sat with her smiling a smile Ann wished was for her. She got up intending to go to the toilets, her leg was beginning to really hurt but she didn't show it. On her way there a man who was in a rush knocked her sending her to the floor.

When he tried to leave MJ and Joan stopped him giving him a speech on how he should have helped Ann.

Peter quickly went to her and noticed instantly went she stood the pain that crossed her face, he looked at her leg then up at her face, "How long has it been hurting for?"

Ann ignored him, but noticed everyone was looking at the scene her anger rose, "Why don't you take a picture it will last longer." When Peter tried to help her walk she practically pushed him into a table, "Don't." He tried again and she pushed him knocking him to the floor.

MJ instantly came over, helping Peter up at she asked, "What is your problem? We're trying to help you."

Rachel came over with Bruce not that far behind, "Is everything alright here? I saw that man knock you over, but that doesn't mean you should take it out on your friends."

Seeing Bruce stood next to Rachel made Ann's anger rise more than her words had, she saw Joan shaking her head in a disappointed manner, "Stop butting into things you have no clue about okay Miss Dawes because it makes you look like an attention seeking whore." She walked out of the place her leg burning, the pain was getting too much but that didn't stop her.

She felt them following her more than saw, Peter, MJ and Bruce. Apparently Joan stayed behind to apologise to Rachel for her actions.

Feeling them getting close, Ann did something that she would later see as a stupid idiotic idea. She started crossing a very busy road. Horns started going off all around her, MJ and Peter began shouting her name which she cursed, since Bruce would instantly figure out who she was.

She crossed safely to the other side and before her leg decided to give out she stepped inside a hair salon. Everyone turned to her, looking at the hair styles on the posters around the room she decided it was time for a change.

Sitting down, she told the hair dresser exactly what she wanted doing.

Her long hair became short, a red that stood out but the front parts of her hair was green a colour she all of a sudden wanted.

Limping out of the hair salon she was thankful they hadn't managed to find her, next stop was a tattoo parlour.

On her right arm where the scar lay she had a web tattoo put, the scarring underneath made it stand out but also made the scar stand out, for some reason within the web in its centre she had a tattoo of the Bats symbol done, black but with a silver lining to make it stand out on the web. She insisted on the man wearing thicker gloves knowing exactly what her blood would do if it got on him.

Once done there she found herself in clothe shops.

She was sick of being everything everyone else wanted, she was now becoming more of who she was. The pain in her leg she ignored, she tried on dresses that fit her frame perfectly also showing the tattoo, she bought many dresses like the one she tried on then she bought many skirts, tank tops and jeans. A lot for some odd reason ended up being leather.

She arrived home in her car with all the things she had bought, entering in her new clothes she told the guy she had paid to put all the bags in her room. He did this and she paid him once he was done.

"Ann?"

Ann turned around to come face to face with Peter but behind him she saw none other than Bruce Wayne and MJ who was actually stood next to Peter.

Peter's eyes went from the hair to the tattoo to the very revealing clothing, "What's got into you?"

Ann bit her lip pretending to think, "I don't know." It was obvious she was being sarcastic, "Maybe I just decided to be… me."

"You didn't have to act so stupid and why in gods name did you…" Joan had made her appearance and upon seeing her new look cursed, "For gods sake kid I thought you had more class than this."

Ann looked down at herself then looked at Joan, "Well I can finally look in the mirror."

She saw the confusion in Bruce's eyes but what stood out more was the anger in his eyes.

"Can I talk to Ann for a minute?"

Peter frowned which Ann knew meant he did not trust Bruce but nevertheless they all left the two alone.

--- Bruce's POV ---

Bruce was angered by the woman who had called Rachel an whore and when he found out it was Ann he was shocked. He thought she was completely crazy when she walked straight into traffic but his eyes went straight to her limp thinking it a bit odd.

Peter, MJ and Joan let him come back with them to her house where they told him why she was limping, apparently they went out the night before and she had hurt her leg, nearly breaking it but not enough to make her walk with crutches all the time.

When he saw her new look, he was yet again shocked and his anger at her words to Rachel reared straight back up, her hair on any other person would look stupid yet she pulled it off. If he wasn't so angry he would say her new look suited her. The tattoo voiced her true opinion on Araneae and Batman, she supported them both if at any other time she had got it he would have asked about it.

"Why?"

She raised an eyebrow but did not answer which made his anger get the better of him, he slammed her against the wall, "WHY?"

"I only called her a an attention seeking whore."

Her blatant bored attitude was getting him riled up, "Don't ever call Rachel that, you don't even know her and you know what, you will never be like her."

--- Ann's POV ---

It hurt to hear him say that, I know I deserved it in some way but right at that moment I didn't think I did.

I pushed him away, rubbing my arms where he had gripped them tight, my hand consciously rubbed at my scar which drew his eyes to it, "I think you should leave Bruce."

"Mr Wayne." My heart felt like it was torn into pieces.

To think only a few days had passed and now it was if the whole world was ending, I stopped the tears from being shown and said with a steely tone, "Get out Mr Wayne."

He left and before anyone could ask me if I was alright or give me a lecture I was out the back door and at my pond in minutes. By the time I reached the pond I collapsed in both physical and metaphorical pain. My leg gave way and my face met the ground rather quickly, I pulled myself into a sitting position my eyes looking at my reflection.

I truly felt my appearance was that of the true Ann Johnson but was the attitude? Tears flowed freely down my face, not once did I try to stop them. They only stopped when I couldn't cry no more.

--- Ann's POV ---

Ann sat there for hours until the sun set, when it had she got up her leg cramping nearly caused her to fall back to the ground. She ignored her friends and went out into the city as Araneae.

--- Bruce's POV ---

When he arrived home his anger almost completely vanished, he couldn't believe how different Ann was that day.

What ever really happened the night before to Ann had changed her, he saw it in her eyes and her new appearance and her comment "Well I can finally look in the mirror." Made him believe that something happened that was a lot worse than a mere accident.

His mind flashed back to what happened at her house and he felt guilt and shame fill him, he had slammed her against a wall when she was already in pain. When he told her to call him Mr Wayne he regretted it almost instantly.

Yes he was angry but not angry enough to break the friendship that was forming between the two.

She never spoke of having a scar on her arm and from the looks of it, it had looked quite new almost like a burn. But he knew she couldn't be Araneae as the wounds would not have healed so fast or at least he thought they wouldn't.

The Bat.

He felt odd about her having a tattoo with a web then the bat Symbol over it. Especially since in some ways she was kind of saying that Araneae and Batman where alike.

Thinking about Ann again after a shower made him feel the guilt of making her call him Mr Wayne and more than likely ending their friendship, however when she had called him Mr Wayne it had hurt. Somewhere in him he wanted her to still call him Bruce, to tell him that she would never stop calling him Bruce, so when she didn't it hurt.

Alfred was right that she would have been the right person to be with, when she had kissed him he had thought it wasn't a bad idea at all pursuing a relationship with Ann but now there was even less of a chance of that happening.

When he had saw the scar he hadn't thought any less of her and still saw her as a beautiful woman, however when he saw the scar above her eye he knew she hadn't had the day before he began thinking more, it looked like a new scar but it looked like a scar that was maybe a week old not a day. So what was Ann doing or what had happened to her to make her get a scar that looked only a week old when she hadn't had it the day before.

While he was getting ready to go out into Gotham as Batman all he could think about was Ann but when he looked into the night sky he wondered if Araneae was alright.