A/N: A chapter out early! Wohoo! (Does the drunk giraffe) Anyway, Jenna cusses and mention alcohol and stuff of that nature in this chapter. Also, there are some spoilers from Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho", which other than the "Scream" movies is the only horror movie I will willingly watch. Also, I recently watched a documentary called "Batman Unmasked: the Psychology of the Dark Knight." If you're interested in that kind of stuff, here's the link; watch?v=g9Hu1gLo8m0. Anyway, please leave a review and I'll put up the next chapter on Friday. Enjoy!

In Over Your Head

Jenna was standing on top of the Major Crimes Unit building, next to Harvey, looking up at the Batsignal currently shinning in the sky.

"How long does it take for him to show up?" Harvey asked her. Jenna shrugged.

"Not sure. I've actually never tried this before. Though, I did hear that he usually doesn't show up." Harvey looked at her.

"So, we could stand up here all night and he might not come?"

"Oh he'll come alright. With the Mob's money at stake here he'd be stupid not to come." Jenna turned around, having felt that someone had joined them. There stood the Batman, dark and terrifying as always. Harvey turned around to see the Dark Knight for the first time in person.

"You're a hard man to reach," Harvey told him. The door burst open a moment later, Jim Gordon pointing his gun at them. He put it down when he realized who was there, and went over to turn the Batsignal off. "Lau's half way to Hong Kong. If you'd have asked, I could have taken his passport. I told you to keep me in the loop!"

"All that was left in the vaults were marked bills. They knew we were coming. As soon as you office got involved–"

"My office? You're sitting down there with scum like Wuertz and Ramirez and you're talking–" Jim stared at him speechless. Jenna stared too. Ramirez, like many others in the police force, had known and befriended her mother, and to find out Anna could have connections to the Mob shocked her to the core. "Oh yeah. I almost had your rookie cold on a racketeering beat."

"Don't try to cloud the fact that clearly Maroni's got people in your office, Dent."

"Gentlemen, I think we should focus on getting the Mob's money first. Then we can get look into who's working for who," Jenna said. They looked at her before turning to the Batman.

"We need Lau, back but the Chinese won't extradite a national under any circumstances," Harvey explained.

"If I get him to you, can you get him to talk?"

"I'll get him to sing."

"We're going after the Mob's life savings," Gordon warned. "Things will get ugly."

Uglier, you mean, Jenna thought, fiddling with her charm bracelet and thinking of her mother's eyes that would never open.

"I knew the risk when I took this job, lieutenant," Harvey assured him. "How will you get him back, any–" Harvey turned to see that the Batman had disappeared. Harvey turned to Gordon and Jenna, who said in unison, "He does that."


Days later, Jenna looked up from Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho" to see Harvey and Rachel walking into the dimly lit apartment.

"Back so soon? I thought ballet performances were at least an hour long."

"The performance was cancelled," Rachel explained. Jenna frowned.

"What happened?"

"Bruce Wayne happened," Harvey said. Jenna was just barely able to keep a straight face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he left on vacation and took the whole company with him." Jenna was almost shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Really? Well, that's unfortunate."

"No kidding. He's probably the most selfish and irresponsible person I've ever met." At this point, Jenna had her face down in a pillow, trying to control her laughter. She looked up at the sound of violins screeching and saw Marion Crane getting stabbed by "Mrs. Bates". Rachel jumped at the screeching and turned the sound down.

"Why do you watch these things?"

"They're interesting, intellectual, and some of them are actually sort of funny."

"In what way are they any of those things?"

"Well, in Psycho, Norman Bates suffered a traumatic childhood that led to him having psychological problems and eventually killing people. I like Psycho and films like it because it deals with the mind."

"How are they funny, though?"

"They aren't. But when you look at other horror movies like Halloween, you see that most horror movies are idiotic in a sense. All of the teens who die are jerks, sluts, or addicted to drugs, alcohol, or smoking, and they're all idiots who leave the front doors unlocked and always go into the creepy house alone." Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying, if life was a horror movie, I'd probably be one of the survivors."

"I'm not doubting that. I just don't like these movies because they remind me too much of the Fright Night." Jenna looked at her aunt and nodded.

"I was a little freaked out at first too. But, there's this thing called exposure where to get a rid of your fears, you slowly expose yourself to them. And seeing as how I don't want to be near Scarecrow and his fear toxin anytime soon, this was the closest I could get." Rachel was stunned. "I've actually been sleeping better since I started watching these." Rachel sat on the couch next to her and kissed her niece's forehead.

"Alright. I may not like them but if it helps you sleep, I'm not arguing."

Jenna smiled and turned back to the movie. She checked Facebook on her phone and saw a familiar name asking to chat.

Hey Brian! What's up?

Not much. I'm going out on patrol soon so I can't talk long.

That's fine. How are the Batmen doing?

Don't say the name! Someone could easily hack into this and discover our identities!

Brian, everyone who knows you knows that you spend your nights on Gotham's rooftops, trying to help the Caped Crusader in his fight against the scum of Gotham.

Still. Keep the mentioning of the B-men to a minimum.

Sir, yes sir. So, how is it?

We actually saw him last week and helped him take Crane down.

I'm guessing by helped, you burst in there, guns ablaze, and got your asses kicked by the Mob, Crane, and the Bat himself.

Are you an Oracle or something?

I'm just very well informed.

Too well informed, if you ask me. But, what I don't understand is the difference between him and us?

Well, for one he's not wearing hockey pads. Two, he's not carrying a gun, and three, he has training.

Still, all we're trying to do is help him.

You're getting in his way and going to get yourself killed, that's what you're doing.

That's the pot calling the kettle black and you know it. If you were two years older you'd be out here with us, Batgirl.

At least I wouldn't be wearing hockey pads.

Enough with the hockey pads! They're all I can afford right now.

Well, if you hadn't quit your job, you'd be able to use your bulletproof vest.

Jenna, the rules are too restricting as a cop. I can help more people this way.

Is this actually because of that, or is this about my mom?

That's part of it.

She wouldn't want you to throw your life away for her.

It's my choice, not yours or hers. I have to go.

Good luck.

Jenna shut her phone. Brian Douglas had been one of her mother's friends on the force and was a good friend of Jenna's as well. He had quit the force not long after Jeannie's death and had joined the Batman imposters AKA "The Batmen", to help bring down the men that had killed his friend. Jenna loved him but he could be a bit of an idiot sometimes and Jenna often worried that he was in over his head.


A few days later, Jenna was home alone, as Harvey and Rachel were busy interrogating Mr. Lau who had mysteriously appeared on the steps of MCU this morning, when Danny called her.

"Danny, what's up?"

"TURN ON GOTHAM TONIGHT! NOW!" Danny screamed. Jenna jumped and held the phone at arm's length. She considered asking why but decided to just do what she said. She turned on the TV to see the gruesome sight of Batman's corpse in a hangman's noose. Jenna dropped her phone and stumbled backward onto the couch. She watched the body get lowered and realized that the Batman was wearing hockey pads, clearly one of "The Batmen" and not the Batman.

"Police released video footage found concealed on the body," Mike Engel said. "Sensitive viewers, be aware. The image is disturbing."

"Tell them your name," came a terrifying voice from behind the camera. The Batman imposter was tied up in what looked like a meat locker, and was clearly petrified.

"Brian. Douglas." Jenna's hand went over her mouth and she closed her eyes, trying to keep herself from sobbing.

"And are you the real Batman?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"No? Then why do you dress up like him?" the man asked, pulling Brain's cowl off, and wiggling it in front of the camera, laughing and whooping with glee.

"Because he's a symbol that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you."

"Yeah. You do, Brian. You really do," he stated, grabbing Brian's face. "Huh? Yeah. Oh, shh, shh, shh," the man comforted, stroking Brian's face, making Jenna's stomach turn. "So you think Batman's made Gotham a better place? Hm?" Brian didn't answer. "Look at me." He didn't. "LOOK AT ME!" he demanded in a demonic voice that made chills go up Jenna's spine. Brian looked up at him. The camera turned and revealed the scarred and painted face of the Joker. "You see, this is how craaaazy Batman's made Gotham. You want order in Gotham? Batman must take off his mask and turn himself in. Oh, and everyday he doesn't, people will die. Starting tonight. I'm a man of my wooooord." The Joker laughed, Brian screamed, and the tape cut off. Jenna just sat there, unable to comprehend what she had just seen.

What is happening to me? Jenna asked herself. First Angel, then Mom, and now Brian are dead. What's happening to Gotham? Her cellphone interrupted her thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Did you watch the news?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah," Jenna murmured.

"You shouldn't have."

"I am sixteen now, Bruce. I saw Scarecrow gas my aunt and the people of the Narrows tear themselves apart. I have to know what's going on in Gotham," Jenna told him, sniffling and whipping tears off of her face.

"Are you crying?"

"Yeah. You know how I said I knew a few of the Batmen?"

"Oh god no."

"He was an ex cop and a friend of my mom's. I told him he was in over his head, why didn't he listen?" Jenna sobbed.

"Jenna, I'm sorry. I wish I could've done more. You don't have to come to the party tonight if you don't want to."

"No. It's for Harvey and he's going to need all the help he can get fending off the 'Trust Fund Brigade.'" Bruce chuckled half-heartedly.

"I'll see you tonight then. Bye."

"Bye."