Anslee sat in the passenger seat of Rachel's car as they pulled up to Wayne Manor. The teen looked outside the car window and rolled her eyes before she slumped back in her seat as Rachel turned the car off, "Uuuugh, mom, do I really have to go?" She whined.

Rachel smirked at her child, "Anslee, he's your dad, he loves you, and he wants to spend time with you. He called me this morning and told me he took off work just so he could stay with you this weekend."

Anslee looked back at Rachel, "He's only doing it because I'm hurt, the moment I'm cleared to going back to my normal life, he's going to go straight back to work and we'll be back at square one."

Rachel sighed in return, "Anslee I don't have time to argue about this anymore, I'll walk with you up to the door and come inside for a few minutes, and then I have to go tend to the case with Harvey."

Ans groaned before opening her car door and grabbing her bag. Rachel got out as well and followed Anslee up the steps to the front door of Wayne Manor. Once to the door, Rachel rang the bell before looking over at her child who had her arms crossed over her chest with an upset frown. Rachel tried to think of a way to get Anslee to feel a little better about the situation. The woman reached into her purse and pulled something out, that something happening to be Anslee's phone. Rachel held it out with a small smile.

"I forgot to give this to you last night when we got home, but please, try not to be miserable and give him a chance."

Ans took her phone from her mother and sighed, "I'll try."

Before Rachel could get anything else out, the door opened in front of the two, and they were greeted with the smiling face of Alfred Pennyworth.

"Miss Dawes, I see you're heading off to work and Miss Wayne you're back for the weekend," the man greeted.

"Yeah, just came to drop her off since the doctors don't want Anslee to drive until she's cleared from her accident last night," Rachel smiled back.

"Master Wayne told me about what happened last night, how are you feeling?" Alfred asked Anslee.

"I'm ok, I guess. I've had a really bad headache since I woke up this morning and my shoulder killing me, but I think I'll live through it," she smiled back at the man, not wanting to worry him.

"I put the antibiotics the doctor gave her and the supplies to clean her stitches in her bag, remember, just call me if you need anything, I'll try to be aware as much as I can, but this case has got me swamped," Rachel informed them before reaching over to hug Anslee and kiss her forehead, "Bye baby, be good, and I love you."

As Rachel pulled away, Anlsee returned the I love you and bid her and Harvey good luck on the case. Anslee watched as her mother made her way back to the car. After she got in the car and turned it on, Anslee joined Alfred inside the manor. As she walked through the foyer, she heard Alfred speak.

"Your father's in the kitchen, he insisted I make breakfast for the two of you so you could eat together."

Anslee stopped and turned to the man, "That was incredibly thoughtful and sweet of you to make breakfast, Alfred, but I am so sorry. Harvey actually made breakfast this morning for me and my mom, and I really am stuffed."

"You call stuffed the glass of Orange Juice you had, Anlsee Grace?" the voice of Bruce Wayne himself rung out into the foyer as he leaned on the doorframe of the entryway, his arms crossed over his chest with a smirk plastered on his face, "Your mom called me this morning and told me you didn't eat anything, so I thought you could have breakfast here."

Anslee sighed as she turned to face her father, "Hello Mister Wayne." she spoke.

"How about let's try dad, after all I am your father, and come on, come eat," he coaxed her.

Anslee looked back at the man with a poker face before giving in, remembering what she promised Rachel. She sighed before giving in, "Alright, let's have breakfast, dad," she spoke.

Bruce half smiled, "Alfred, would you mind taking Anlsee's bag to her room, I wanted to talk with her privately for a bit."

"Not at all sir, Miss Wayne, if you will?" He asked, gesturing for her to hand him her bag.

"Oh, it's really not that big of a deal, I can take it upstairs when I go up there after we eat," Anslee assured him.

"Nonsense, Miss Wayne, I insist," he smiled back at her.

One thing Anslee always had a hard time doing was saying no to the man. The thing about Alfred was that he could wait on you hand and foot and he'd still leave you wanting more. He always insisted on doing things for her, and when she told him she could handle it, he'd always flash that grandfatherly look he had and she'd cave. Which is exactly what happened. Anslee gave up and handed him the bag, "Thank you, Alfred," she smiled back at him.

"My pleasure, Miss Wayne," he nodded at her before turning to head upstairs to her room.

"Shall we?" Bruce asked as he gestured towards the kitchen,

Anslee nodded before walking past her father and into the kitchen. She heard the shuffles of footsteps behind her signalling Bruce had followed her. When she entered the kitchen, which honestly was probably her favorite room in the house because of the rustic feel it had to it, she sat down on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island and watched as Bruce walked around to the other side of the island and picked up a plate, looking up at her.

"What do you want?" he asked as he gestured to the array of foods that were spread across the counter. Anslee's eyes quickly scanned it and looked back up at him.

"Just eggs for now," she spoke. Bruce looked at her for a few seconds as if he were trying to decode her, but then sighed and went to scoop the eggs onto her plate from the pan.

"I want to talk about what happened last night, Ans," he spoke, not looking up from her plate.

The brunette held her breath for a second before answering, "Let's not and say we did," she responded in a small tone, looking down at the marble counters and focusing her gaze there.

Bruce watched as her demeanor changed in a split second. He stayed quiet before speaking again, "What happened?" he asked her as he set her plate down in front of her and handed her a fork

Anslee really didn't want to talk about it, but Bruce probably didn't get the whole story of what happened when she got attacked. She pushed her eggs around on her plate before sighing, "I was walking home from mom's office to get the car and then meet her and Harvey for dinner, but I took a back way and didn't listen to what mom said. I went to call her and this man approached me and wouldn't leave me alone. I kept trying to get him to go away but he kept persisting. And then out of nowhere he just attacks me. Slammed my face into the pavement and slammed me into a brick wall and dislocated my shoulder. I swear he was gonna kill me until I heard him being...beaten. And when I looked back, that vigilante, Batman, was kicking his ass, and then I passed out and woke up in the hospital," she explained, her gaze was back up at Bruce and her fork was next to her plate.

Bruce had froze and stared back at her. He could tell she was still pretty shaken up about the whole situation. Even if she wasn't physically shaking or crying, he could see it in her eyes. Bruce felt that guilt build back up in him like it had the night before. Despite his distance he'd had with Anslee, he always wanted to protect her. She was still his daughter and he still loved her, even if he had a weird way of showing it.

The man made his way around the counter towards her, feeling like he could possibly comfort her, knowing how a situation like this could tear someone down, "Anslee, I'm sorry that this happened to you, and I wish I was there to prote-"

"I'm really not hungry," Anslee cut him off as he began to put his arm around her in a fatherly way. She quickly got out of her chair as she headed towards the entryway, "I'm just going to go to my room and work on...homework." she spoke before walking out and into the foyer, where she made her way towards the stairs.

Bruce sighed and sat down in Anslee's seat, engulfing his face in his hands, "Bruce Wayne, can go out and fight crime in a Batsuit every night," he picked up Anslee's fork, "Can't even begin to talk to or bond with his seventeen year old daughter," he said to himself as he stabbed an egg on her place and put it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it.