"The police checked your home and the surrounding area, your lab; you're definetely being watched by someone, but they can't determine who. Do you have an idea who it could be?" asked Bruce.

"No, not a clue." Pamela lied. She picked up her glasses and put them on.

"Too much crying causes for bad contacts." she said.

Bruce picked the terrified woman up and carried her inside of his home.

"No one will hurt you, Pamela. Not on my watch."

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Pamela woke up in the guestroom she had first stayed in at Bruce's house. It was about seven in the morning and everything was silent.

"I guess I'll be staying here for awhile." Pamela said.

She grabbed her robe and walked out of the room, wondering what Bruce was up to, but he was no where to be seen.

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"Do you all have any leads?" Batman asked Commitioner Gordon.

"Sadly, no. Whoever is watching her could be watching her right now for all we know." Gordon said.

"Dammit."

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"Where were you? I was worried sick." Pamela asked as Bruce walked into the gourmet kitchen.

"Doing a little paperwork." he said.

"Oh, well, you're here now." she patted his shoulder as he walked towards the refridgerator.

"You want anything? I made Alfred go get you a ton of strawberries this morning; I know your love for them.

"It's eight 'o'clock and he's already gotten the groceries?"

"He's an early riser."

"I can only imagine." Pamela sighed.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry, just scared."

"Trust me; this is the safest place in Gotham. Trust me."

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"Now you're living with him?"

"Just temporarily; until they find out you've been stalking me."

"If they find out I've been stalking you, they'll find out who you are. That wouldn't make things so smooth between you and Mr. Playboy, huh?"

Pamela realized that this was going to be a never ending torture, until she told Batman and Bruce the truth, but she couldn't, not yet.