Disclaimer: Batman is owned by some dude. I, alas, am not some dude.

She leaned her back against the wall, her breathing becoming ragged as he continued his 'examination'.

The Joker continued to play games, even as he played God to those innocent and not so innocent people down in the boats, or was soon to be playing God. His knife trailed the front of her body; between her breasts and down her stomach, he traced the knife in a little circle around her navel then continued until he brushed across the top of her cleft. She bit her lip as the Joker chuckled.

"Aren't you excited!?" He turned her around, pulling her away from the wall to force her stare out the window at the two boats filling up with people. Her nipples were tight from the cold air and the cold of the knife that pressed against her old wound.

She smiled; "I am, can't you feel my heart racing?" She pulled his hand holding the knife up higher on her body until it rested where her heart was pounding.

"Let's play something we both can enjoy." His laughter rang out as he smoothed her hair away from the nape of her neck, placing a kiss on her left shoulder.

She turned to face him, her hand still holding his against her heart.

"Let's play."

Yesterday.

(Still in flashback mode!)

There was no way in hell he could have anticipated this. She was the most aggravatingly, pleasant, creature in existence. He was sure of it, she had to be. Bruce sat staring blankly at the television awaiting some sort of news on the Joker. Every time he tried to focus, his mind drifted away towards a warm body sitting next to him. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, as far as he could without falling off, and yet she managed to still make him tense as she sat on the opposite end.

Her precious 'children' followed her every move. One of her Great Danes always growled at him, and her stupid fluff of a cat hissed whenever he breathed. He was seriously considering Batman's motives for saving her. Her orange cat had taken a liking to him; he sat on the arm rest to the left of Bruce, it was better then her collie who had taken a liking to his feet.

"Chester," was she…purring?

"Chester baby!" She had to be purring, and patting her lap.

"Come here pussy," He could have sworn she paused only to emphasize the sexual content related to that particular word.

What was he a thirteen year old boy in her eyes? There was not a chance he'd get worked up over that little word…who was he kidding? He wanted to drink from her, and that would require a pleasant view of non-other than…

"Pussy cat!" She trailed of into baby talk that he couldn't make out.

Bruce shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he was about to just throw her the damn cat when she crawled over to him, smiling, her silk robe open in the front, and her black hair slipping off her shoulders.

'What a gentlemen.' He thought, scowling. He should really tell her about her robe problem. His heart beat quickened when her shoulder brushed against his chest, his erection punching at the fly of his jeans.

As soon as she moved away, cat in hand, he shifted, making some more room in his pants, a lot of good that did.

He had to get away. She was definitely not making things easy. He brought her here to protect her, not to get her sprawled out on his bed, her hair draped over his pillow….

Batman time. He needed to do work, just drown himself in work.

He stood up, awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"Bruce?" She breathed slowly.
"What." He grumbled.

"Where are you going?" She was standing now, why was she standing?!

"Uh, work." He grunted as he walked into the next room, she followed close behind.

He stopped walking as he reached the stairs.

"Are you going to follow me to my bedroom?" He hid a smile.

"Maybe." She leaned closer to him.

He shook his head as he made his way up the stairs. Once in his bedroom, he made his way quickly to his bathroom before she decided to follow him into there as well. He could have sworn he heard her say; "Jerk."

Raven's POV

She couldn't believe the revelation that had just occurred. He probably was suspicious of her, he probably thought she might know, but he wasn't certain so he wouldn't push it.

Raven picked her cat up off the floor, cool air hitting her body full force, she blushed. Raven knew her breast had been exposed as she held the cat in her arms, and she noticed Bruce was starring.

Some gentlemen he was turning out to be. She was going to use her body to make him admit it? Make him say what he was? Great plan. Real great plan. Truth be told, she knew it was the stupidest thing she ever heard of.

What was he exactly? The caped crusader, a ninja of the night, who else but Batman?

Yep, Bruce Wayne was Batman. Un-freakin'-believable. He had the absolute perfect cover, and how else would someone explain how he happened to know about the explosion?

Alright so he could just be smart or something and she was letting her imagination run amuck, but this idea of him being Batman kept her smiling on the inside.

She knew she should just tell him that was what she thought and wait to see his answer, or maybe just say; "You, the Batman, save my Rose!"

Like that would go over well if he wasn't.

She thought it all over as Bruce sat on the opposite end of the couch, farthest point away from her possible, unless he liked the floor.

Raven tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. She had to find out. Although if she said it and he wasn't, he'd think her crazy and send her out on the streets and who knew what the Joker would do then; and if he was, well maybe he might just help her out, but he won't admit to it unless she had solid evidence.

She glanced in his direction; he was starring blankly at the television. She noticed Chester sitting on the arm rest next to him and smiled.

"Chester," she grinned, shifting around to crawl over to him.

"Chester baby!" She pat her lap beckoning for him.

"Come here pussy!" She realized too late that was a word to use when around twelve year olds' to get them to giggle and high five one another. She wanted to smile at the look on his face.

She had to make it seem like she said it all the time, which she kind of did, but still…

"Pussy cat! Oh, so wushy, gushy, kitty, wittle, little bitty baby!!" She smiled and couldn't believe the urge she had to cuddle that cat.

She began to crawl over towards him, and she noticed, once more, the exact location in which his eyes latched onto. She smiled at Bruce as she reached over his lap to grab her kitty cat. Her shoulder brushed against his chest as she pulled away.

She observed a lot of shifting around for the next minute on his end of the couch.

He shot up from the couch suddenly, causing her to jerk in surprise.

"Bruce?" She questioned, what the hell was he doing? Batman things? If so, she had to find out.

"What?" he sounded irritated.

She stood up slowly from her place on the couch and made her way to him; "Where are you going?" She tried to sound concerned.

"Uh, work." He seemed scared that she was coming towards him, like she was some kind of monster.

He began to walk away from her; she followed close behind, almost running into him when he stopped at the base of the stairs.

"Are you going to follow me to my bedroom?" She wondered if he had put any thought into that question.

"Maybe." She taunted him.

When he had reached his room, she saw him almost run for the bathroom.

"Jerk." She mumbled, sitting down on his bed. There was no way he was getting out of her interrogation that easily, or mind game. She really didn't know what she was doing, all she knew was she had to find solid evidence.

Raven stood up from his bed, walking around the room.

It was kept neat, probably from Alfred. She bit her lip as she examined his things, which were few.

'Was this what guys rooms looked like?' She thought while letting her finger slid across a glass table.

After making a complete sweep of the room for anything to support her hypothesis, she began to wonder if he was indeed 'Batman'.

Yes. He had to be. She hoped….

Her thoughts trailed off as she thought of another way to prove her point.

See him naked. Batman had plenty of bruises; she knew that for a fact. After seeing him make a dive for the girl, Rachel Dawes, she knew he got bruised badly, and often.

So if she saw too many hit marks on his body, there was some evidence; although, he could be in a karate type class. Like that wouldn't make headlines; "Bruce Wayne and Karate!" Yeah, she highly doubted Bruce Wayne got into a lot of fights, but Batman did.

How to get him naked was the problem. Or wasn't the problem.

She glanced down at her body; she was a women, she had the power. She felt strangely satisfied knowing that.

Raven pulled at the sash, letting the robe fall to the ground around her ankles. She sat on the bed so that her bare back was to the bathroom door. Taking a deep breath, she lay down, and pretended her side wound was hurting her. All she had to do now was wait for him to make his exit from his hiding spot in the bathroom.

Note: Four AM is no time to write. Thanks for reading.

Padme4000: I'm glad you like my Bruce POV so much; I like to make people laugh and knowing I make one more person laugh makes writing all the more fun.