A/N: Someone had asked a few chapters ago about Emily's age. I'm putting her at 31.


Friday, April 27th

The microphones in Brian Cooke's office revealed more than Bruce ever thought possible or even wanted to know. The audio details of an encounter between the CEO and his assistant were quickly bypassed. Those were just some things that Bruce didn't want to know about, let alone overhear. After hearing a one-sided conversation on the telephone regarding a missing shipment, Batman began to do nightly surveillance of both the train yards and the docks. Batman suspected that the missing shipment would be heading straight for Gotham and into Crane's hands. He continued his rounds for ten days with no results.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since he had dropped Emily back off at her apartment after they had returned from Miami. He had told her that he'd be busy for the next week little while, but as the days passed, he realized how much he came to miss the woman. He would watch from a perch on top of the tall buildings as he spotted her making her way towards the after-hours clinic to begin her shift. She had called him a few times on his cell phone and left voice mail every few calls. When he would finally get a chance to call her back, he'd realize that she was most likely asleep after her night shift and he didn't want to disturb her rest. The lack of both conversation and spending time together was starting to concern not only Bruce but Emily as well.

Emily was beginning to reconsider how healthy a relationship with someone such as Bruce Wayne could actually be. It wasn't just the whole Batman aspect, but they were both very busy people. An eight hour midnight shift, 5 days a week didn't leave time for a relationship. He was rarely far from her mind over those ten days though. Louise at work even commented to her a few days after Emily's return from Miami that she looked different and prodded the younger woman for details on whether she had met someone when she went south. Of course, Emily kept the truth to herself, but would find her heart skip when she'd glance up at the television in the clinic waiting area as images and video of Bruce Wayne appeared on the screen. If absence did make the heart grow fonder, Emily had no doubt that she was falling in love with the man.

Butterflies!

Her stomach seemed to be filled with them that day. She couldn't help but feel nervous as she sat silently in the cab beside Louise and behind Bill as he directed the driver towards Wayne Tower that morning. Emily wasn't sure if it was the impending meeting that they were leading or if it was because she'd be seeing Bruce again.

The traffic was certainly slowing them down and he had muttered countless times that they were going to be late.

Bill was nervous.

Bruce Wayne had his secretary call the clinic a few days prior stating that not only was Bruce Wayne wanting to throw a fundraiser for the clinic but he was wanting the board to consider funding the organization. Bill had jumped on the opportunity and quickly prepared for the meeting that they were currently late for.

As soon as the cab pulled up alongside the curb, both women quickly got out and dodged the rain that poured over the city. Bill paid the cab driver and ran towards the front door, meeting the women inside.

"We're a good ten minutes late," he told them as they shook the water off their clothing. The trio quickly stepped inside the nearest elevator and Emily let out a sigh as it began to rise. She took off her glasses and attempted to dry them on her sleeve when Louise passed her a dry tissue. The younger woman smiled her thanks as she rubbed the tissue over the lenses.

The door opened and Bill stepped out with both women coming up behind him. Emily could hear her water soaked shoes squeak as they made their way over the gleaming tiles. Finally, they stopped at an occupied desk. The young woman sitting at the desk merely glanced up at them and sighed before walking over to the large mahogany doors.

"They've been waiting," she said, in an irritated tone.

Bill cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before the door was opened. The young secretary walked in, as Mr. Fox was busy speaking to the conference table full of people. The man stopped when he saw the secretary at the door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fox," she said. "The representatives from the medical clinic are here."

Lucius smiled and for the first time Emily saw the dozen pairs of eyes turn in their direction. Bill walked towards Mr. Fox, his hand ready and willing to shake. Mr. Fox met him halfway and shook his hand before introducing them to the members of the board. Emily and Louise began to hand out information on the clinic.

"I'm sorry that I'm late."

Emily heard the voice and glanced up through her glasses to see Bruce Wayne walk into the room.

"No worries, Mr. Wayne," Lucius said aloud as he sat back down at his place near the end of the table where Bill was setting up for the presentation. "We were just about to start."

Bruce nodded as he walked towards the last seat near the end of the table. His eyes met Emily's for a brief moment as she handed him the information. He smirked slightly, plastering on his trademark playboy smile. Just like the time when she had first met him in the clinic, Emily looked at him with disdain. She turned on her heel without a word.

Inside, she wanted to wrap her arms around him. It had only been days since she had seen him last but it might as well had been a decade.

Damn you, Bruce.

"It seems that the details of the fundraiser have been prepared in advance," Lucius said, buying time as Bill finished setting up. "We're really hoping that it's successful. The Westview Clinic could really benefit from this outward assistance."

Bill smiled. "Yes, we're hoping for a success as well."

He watched as Emily walked up beside him. Louise took her spot at the table opposite from Mr. Fox.

Emily and Bill took turns explaining the mission statement, the history and facts of the clinic and how Wayne Enterprises could help them. Bruce skimmed through the small stack of paper in front of him before pulling out his cell phone.

"We work strictly as an after hours clinic. We're open for 12 hours, from seven to seven with two eight hour shifts. The shifts overlap between the hours of 11pm and 3am. This is when we see our largest influx of people. It is mainly those getting out of the bars, drunken fights, afternoon shift workers or when children suddenly spike a fever. The demographic of our patients are not only the low income and poverty stricken population of Gotham but we've also seen an increase in the middle class unemployed people who fear going into a hospital for a minor ailment and end up paying a bill that would take years for them to repay," Emily explained. She glanced back at Bruce as he looked down at his cell phone, skimming through something with his finger over the screen.

One of the board members, Fredericks leaned forward as he looked down at the paper in front of him.

"You said that you operate off of the donations of those that are able to pay for your services," he said, gaining Emily's attention.

"That's right," she stated.

"Then what happens when you don't receive adequate donations to operate?"

Emily smiled. They had been there many times.

"The clinic comes first," she replied. "We do a lot of pro-bono work. We've limped along well on our own for years but with more and more Gothamites loosing their jobs, our clienteles is becoming larger and thus so is our budget. We can't turn these people away because we can't afford to pay our hydro."

Emily looked at the board members, a few of them nodding their heads as she spoke while others read the information in front of them. One man, Bruce Wayne chose to use the time to text someone. Emily was certain that he was simply playing the role of an arrogant bastard but his actions were getting under her skin. So much so, that she could no longer look away and bite her tongue.

"Am I boring you, Mr. Wayne?"

She was certain that she heard a few gasps but she wasn't sure if they were from Bill as the man sent her mental reprimands the moment that he heard the words come out of his employee's mouth.

Bruce turned his cell phone over and placed it on the table beside the stack of paper.

"I was just explaining how funding from Wayne Enterprises could assist us in keeping our services operating for Gotham," she stated, her voice slightly annoyed.

Bruce cleared his throat as he looked up at Emily with a smile. "No Doctor. I don't think that you could bore me."

Emily let out an audible sigh before continuing the meeting.

Bill was upset. As Emily continued, he watched Mr. Wayne, fearful that the man would suddenly withdraw his offer for the fundraiser and even worse, cancel any future opportunity with Wayne Enterprises. To his surprise, Bruce said nothing. He watched casually as the man would watch Emily. He noticed how his eyes trailed southward as Emily turned slightly to change the giant information card on the stand.

Bruce Wayne was checking out Emily. Bill was certain of it. He knew that the man was a notorious playboy but the thought of him making any type of move towards Emily made him angry. He cared for her and wanted the best for her and Bill knew that Bruce Wayne wasn't it.

As the meeting wrapped up, Emily began to gather the giant cards on the stand while the members of the board filed out of the room. Emily turned back to see that Bruce Wayne had already disappeared along with them.

"You did a great job," Bill told her with a smile. She turned back towards him and smiled.

"Yes," Lucius said, walking up to them. "A great job. I'll get back to you on what the board decides but from what you have told me today, I can't see why they wouldn't vote in your favour."

"Thank you," Bill said, once again shaking the older man's hand.

"I'll see you at the fundraiser next month," Fox said prior to walking away from them.

Once Bill knew that they were out of earshot of any remaining board members, he turned to Emily.

"I can't believe what you said to Mr. Wayne," he said softly as Louise began to assist in picking up. "And then he had the audacity to look at you like that."

Emily turned, truly surprised. "Like how?"

"He was checking you out," Louise answered for him. "I've seen how some of the men who come into the clinic give you and some of the other women some improper glances followed by a muttering of profanity under their breath. The way that Mister Wayne was looking at you was no different. I'm only surprised that he didn't say anything after you called him out."

Bill shook his head.

"Maybe when you put him in his place, you also knocked some brain cells around in that billionaire brain of his," he said with a smile.

Emily smirked at the comment as Louise chuckled before continuing to pick up the remains of their presentation. Emily discreetly pushed her coat off her chair and shoved it beneath the table with a foot before helping the older woman to pack up. As they left the floor and stepped into the elevator, Emily suddenly feigned forgetfulness and that she was the only one without a coat. With the promise that she'd meet them down in the lobby in just a few minutes, she turned and quickly made her way back down the quiet hallway towards the conference room.

She felt like a criminal as she went past the conference room and the empty secretary's desk. She walked as casually as she could towards the executive offices. Emily wasn't about to leave the building with at least giving a kind word to Bruce, especially after her outburst during the meeting. Even though she was almost certain that he was playing a person, she had to reassure herself that he harboured no hard feelings towards her.

It wasn't until she saw that secretary walking down the hallway towards her that she felt that she would be leaving disappointed.

"Can I help you?"

The woman seemed a little irritated to find someone had gotten past her desk by the conference room and was now in the vicinity of the gentlemen who ran the company that she worked for.

"I had forgotten my coat in the conference room," Emily admitted. "I assumed the room was locked so when I didn't see you at your desk, I hoped that you were just busy down here."

"It isn't locked," the woman said matter-of-factly. She began to walk towards her desk, eyeing Emily suspiciously as she went.

"Doctor Tucker?"

Both women stopped and turned at the voice they heard coming from further towards the executive offices. Bruce Wayne stood at the doorway of his office, a hand on the doorknob. His face remaining neutral, he took a few steps out of this office, and put his hands into his pockets.

"May I have a word with you?"

The secretary looked at her, a slight smirk of delightful disdain pulled at her mouth as she sauntered happily back to her desk. No doubt, the secretary had heard about the outburst in the meeting and suspected that Mr. Wayne wasn't entirely pleased with being called out.

With a slight sigh of annoyance, Emily walked towards Bruce Wayne who stepped back into his office and waited for her to walk in before closing the door behind her.

It was then that she saw it - her coat resting against the backside of a leather arm chair.

Bruce followed her gaze and smiled.

"I was hoping that you'd come back for it."

Without another word, Emily reached up and put her hands on either side of Bruce's face before placing her mouth over his. Being caught pleasantly off guard, Bruce wrapped his arms around Emily's back as he began to claim her lips feverishly. Her hands found their way to his neck as she pulled frustratingly at his tie, attempting to loosen it. Bruce quickly found his heart rate increase just as Emily suddenly leaned back, breaking the kiss.

"I've missed you," she said, breathlessly.

Bruce smiled and licked his lips, still tasting the sweet cherry lip gloss that Emily had been wearing.

"I've missed you too," Bruce said softly.

Their lips met each other once again. A deep moan was heard, but both were uncertain as who had made it and neither seemed to care. All the pent up emotion and longing of the past two weeks exploded within one kiss and threatened to become more than just a kiss. As Emily realized that they were quickly moving into something more physical, she regretfully and gently pushed Bruce back.

"What is it?" he asked, concerned.

She shook his head.

"We can't do this right now," she said, softly. "My coworkers are waiting for me downstairs in the lobby."

Emily pushed her hair back out of her eyes and Bruce bent down to pick up her glasses that had somehow fallen to the ground. He gently placed them on her face and smiled.

As she realized Bruce was leaning back in towards her for another kiss, she put her hand up to his lips.

"Time to cool down, Mister Wayne," she said with a wink. He smiled against her hand before he fixed his tie. He let out an aggravated sigh and clenched his teeth, feeling the frustration.

"I have to work tonight and then I'm off for the weekend," she told him. "Come over tomorrow night and I'll make something special for dinner." She paused and added with a smirk. "We can make it our first official date."

Bruce nodded before he reached for her coat, and helped her into it. Emily pulled her hair over the top of the coat when she felt the piece of paper poke out of her pocket.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, as she pulled it out and unfolded the piece of paper before handing it to Bruce. "Here's that copy that you were wanting."

It truly was a copy of what they saw. Some pieces Bruce remembered while others he couldn't.

"I had to google a good portion of it," she said. "I didn't do too well in chemistry."

"This is a great start," Bruce said, folding it back up and shoving it into his pant pocket. "Thank you."

She noticed that he was no longer looking at her eyes but down at her mouth, as a smile grew on both their faces. She could almost read his mind until there was a knock on the door.

Bruce closed his eyes for a moment, wishing the visitor away as Emily tried to wipe the smile off her face.

"Come in," he finally said.

He let out a breath when he realized it was only Mr. Fox. Lucius stood at the door, appearing a little awkward.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting," he said, looking from Emily to Bruce.

"No, you're not interrupting, Mr. Fox," Bruce said, as Emily pulled her jacket closed around herself.

"I was just leaving," she added.

She looked up at Bruce for a moment. "Give me a call later if you're not busy."

Emily walked past Lucius and into the hallway before he closed the office door.

"I'm glad to see that you and Dr. Tucker are closer than I originally thought," Lucius said with a playful grin.

Bruce seemed confused at the statement until Lucius gestured to his mouth. It was then that he realized that remnants of her lip gloss was still evident on his face. Bruce merely shrugged and smiled as he wiped his mouth with a tissue from his pocket.

"I'm happy for you, Bruce. I really am," Lucius said, standing in front of the younger man. "It's unusual to find a woman who would support all of your endeavours."

Bruce smirked. "Unfortunately, with our work schedules, it has been keeping us apart. Today was the first time I've seen her since we were in Florida."

Lucius smiled and let out a light chuckle.

"Plus, we've decided to keep this relationship quiet for now," he said.

Lucius nodded with understanding.

"I hope that she does realize that it wont be kept a secret forever," he said. "People will begin to piece it together. For one thing, I haven't seen you so happy lately."

Bruce smiled.

"You have the face of a man who seems content with his life," Lucius said. "Don't let her get away, Bruce."

"I don't intend to."

Lucius paused for a moment.

"I heard that you were handed a lawsuit from Mr. Cooke earlier today. How are you going to explain the fact that Bethany Morris not only doesn't work for you but also doesn't exist?"

Bruce shoved his hands into his pockets and smirked. "I'm not concerned. They have no solid case anyways. If they even decide to bring it to court it would ruin Brian Cooke. He's just flexing his muscles."

Bruce's hands brushed over the piece of paper in his pocket and he quickly pulled it out, remembering what it was.

"Emily gave this to me," Bruce said, handing Lucius the piece of paper. "It is what was written on the white board at Genwerx. Could you see if you can make heads or tails out of it?"

Lucius took a good look at the copy and nodded. "I'll see what the computer can come up with." Lucius turned to walk away from him but stopped and spoke again. "She copied this from memory?"

Bruce nodded, shoving his hands into his pant pockets.

"Remarkable," Lucius commented softly to himself, as he smiled while reading the small notes and arrows around the piece of paper.


Saturday, April 28th 3am

So many places to hide.

It was not only one of the things he liked about the train yards, it was also one of the things Batman disliked most about them. He crouched above one of the smaller buildings around the area and looked down, putting the night vision binoculars to his eyes. He found a stray dog running weaving through the various cars. It wasn't until shortly after 3am that the place began to liven up a bit. The group was quiet; too quiet for train workers. Batman moved in closer.

"How many more of these?" one of them said as they climbed aboard the tall box car.

"Boss says at least a half dozen from this one and there should be a few more in the car ahead," a man replied. "Just make sure that you double check the stamps on them."

The group of men continued to climb into the box cars of the freight train.

Suddenly one stopped. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

The group paused before one of them began to chuckle.

"Come on man, this ain't funny. I heard something."

The sound of a loud train horn echoed in the yard. It was loud enough that it startled the fidgety man. He quickly turned, his heart racing. In the distance, the sound of an engine coming to life and then the rhythmic clicking of the cars echoed down the tracks.

A man suddenly appearing behind him caused him to jump.

"What's going on here?"

"Dr. Crane," the man said, stuttering slightly in fear. "I thought that I heard something."

"The kid has been watching too many horror movies," one of the bald men commented.

Crane rolled his eyes. "If I wanted you to freak out on me, I would've made it happen a long ago. Just open up the damn crate."

Crane held up the flashlight and shone it into the freight train.

Finally, the crate opened.

It was empty.

"What the hell!?" Crane exclaimed.

One of the men from the other car came up to him.

"The one in there is empty too," he said.

"They probably all are," another man commented, equally frustrated.

Crane let out a sigh. "Don't worry. I'll see what's going on with our shipments."

Batman watched as Crane walked away. If he was going to make any move, now would be the time. Slowly, he stood up and pulled out a small bat. Quickly, he threw it across the yard causing the overhead light to go out. He heard the men begin to make a commotion and Batman quickly dropped in among them. One by one, they all cried out as the felt a fist in their face or an elbow to their back. The men didn't even know what hit them until the poor nervous wreck of a man was the only one standing - the one that Batman thought would be the easiest to scare answers out of. Batman held the man by his collar as he peered into his face. The man shook as he began to beg.

"Pleeeease, don't hurt me," he bawled.

He screamed and squealed as Batman partially dragged him by the back of the neck through the darkness of the train yards. Finally, he pulled him up on top of a still freight train and dropped him to the roof. The man desperately tried to back up away from Batman, until he realized how high he was above the ground.

"I need some answers," Batman growled. "What is the shipment that Crane was waiting for?"

"I dddd-on't know," the man managed to stutter, as he cowered on the roof . "I was just given the job. I don't know anything."

Batman got right into the man's face, and lifted him to his feet by his ratty shirt.

"Where was it coming from?"

The man closed his eyes and began to cry out in fear again. Suddenly, his eyes opened. "Genwerx. Crane has a c-c-c-contact here in Gotham that he's ordering through."

"WHO?"

"I don't know who. It's a d-d-doctor though at some office in the city. I've never met the doctor."

The man began to cry again and Batman let out sigh when he realized that the man had wet his pants. With a grunt, Batman dropped the man to the ground and turned, disappearing into the night.


7:12am

Emily climbed up on a waiting room chair and flipped the switch to off on the old television hanging in the corner of the room. She let out tired sigh as she felt her body cry out. It was the end of another week. All she could think about was how soft her pillow would feel in an hour when she finally had the opportunity to lay down on it.

She continued to tidy up the waiting room and stacked the magazine's neatly on the table. Finally, she locked the front door and flipped off the light switch before heading into the staff room to grab her purse and coat. As she pulled on her coat, she heard a light tapping on the back door. Curiously, she opened the door. The man seemed surprised to see her.

Before he had a chance to say anything, Emily spoke first.

"We're closed," she told him plainly. "Unless it's an emergency, you're going to have to either head down to the hospital or wait until we reopen again on Monday night."

"I'm not in need of medical attention," the man said, eloquently. "I'm here to speak with Dr. Dravis."

Emily looked at the tall, thin man before calling for Bill over her shoulder. A moment later, the man appeared at the staff room door. She was certain that his pallor turned white the instant he saw the man at the door.

"This guy is wanting to see you," she told him, as Bill nodded.

"Yeah, let him in," Bill said, as the man stepped into the staff room and Emily closed the door behind him. Bill looked over at Emily. "If everything is taken care of, you can take off."

She looked at Bill's face. She had known the man for quite some time and knew when something seemed off. Emily walked over to him to pick up her purse off the table that stood beside him.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly. "I can stick around if you would like."

He smiled weakly. "I'm sure. You have a good weekend."

Finally, Emily nodded before taking her purse off the table. She glanced up at the stranger in the staff room. She made her way to the back door when the man turned towards her, holding out his hand.

"It was nice meeting you, Doctor?"

"Doctor Tucker," she replied, as she hesitantly shook his hand. The man smiled at her and it sent a shiver down her back.

"I'm Jonathan. It's nice to meet one of Dr. Dravis' friends."

Emily forced a smile onto her face. This guy was sending her a bad vibe and she glanced back towards Bill before she made her way out into the morning sunshine. She had never been so glad to get out of that place as she had been at that moment.


That Evening,

He had been in her apartment many times.

Hell, he had even broken in and placed bugs all over the place, so why was she acting like this was any different.

Emily had spent nearly every moment since the time she had woken up that afternoon, cleaning and tidying the apartment. Poor Freddie had no idea what had gotten into the woman. The cat nervously spent the afternoon and early evening in seclusion under her bed. Dinner was cooking in the oven and water was boiling on the stove and when she heard a light knock at the door, her heart jumped.

Taking a quick look in the mirror beside the door, she opened it and saw Bruce Wayne standing in front of her, a motorcycle helmet propped up on his head and a backpack on his back. Emily happily ushered him in and closed the door behind him, exchanging casual banter over the nice weather and the smell of the dinner that was presently cooking in her modest kitchen as he pulled the bag, helmet and jacket off his body. Emily looked at the backpack that he set by the door in confusion. Bruce seemed to notice. He unzipped a part of it and pulled out a wine bottle.

"Alfred nearly had a heart attack when I told him how I was going to be transporting this particular Merlot over here," Bruce said, handing her the bottle.

It didn't appear anything spectacular to her. She looked back at him. "Why?"

"It's a 73," Bruce told her. "I didn't buy it personally but Alfred informed me that it cost nearly fifteen hundred dollars for the bottle."

Emily quickly pulled the bottle to her chest, afraid that it would break.

"Holy crap, Bruce! Are you kidding me?"

He shook his head as he gently took it from her and placed it on the table. He reached forward and took her hands in his.

"And I told Alfred that Emily is worth more than one hundred of those bottles and just like her, I'd be very gentle with it," Bruce said, with a grin.

Emily let out a light laugh. "And what did he say?"

"He still made me swear that I wouldn't break it," Bruce admitted with a chuckle.

Emily and Bruce continued to share laughs and stories throughout the night. They eventually found themselves sitting side by side on the couch, each with a cup of tea in their hands and the TV displaying an evening sitcom. Neither one seemed to be paying much attention to it. Instead, they were just enjoying being in each others company. Emily had her feet propped up on the coffee table as Bruce put his arm around her shoulder. Bruce noticed that her mind was elsewhere as she sat silently beside him. For Emily to not have something to say for any amount of time was unusual.

"Is something on your mind?"

Emily turned to him and shrugged. "No, just tired." She looked over at Bruce, as the man took a sip of tea. "How is it that you're able to stay up all night and still be able to function during the day?"

Bruce smirked. "I try to sleep until the early afternoon most days when I've been gone all night. Sometimes it's later, but Alfred is a pretty reliable alarm clock and will make me get up if I sleep past a certain time."

Emily paused, realizing that they had never really openly discussed the other man in their lives; Batman.

"When you're...him, Batman I mean, are you ever afraid of what you might see or experience?"

Bruce leaned forward and placed his mug on the coffee table before sitting back and turning towards Emily. "I think there is a part of me that is afraid, but I get to the point where I don't allow that fear to control my actions or abilities. I'm in control."

Emily leaned back into Bruce's shoulder.

"I don't know what I would do if something happened to you," she said softly.

Bruce placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Nothing will happen to me."

Minutes passed until Bruce realized that Emily's silence was due to her falling asleep on his shoulder. He reached for the throw at the end of the couch and draped it over her body before slowly reclining on the couch. Bruce felt Emily move slightly with the gesture but as he relaxed, he heard her breathing relax along with him.


Michael whistled as he jogged up the metal steps, taking them two at a time. He knew it was late, but he was also aware that Emily seemed to be forever stuck on a midnight shift workers internal clock. When he was on the sidewalk he had noticed that her lamp in the living room window had been on. He knocked on the door.

"Emily!?"

Bruce awoke with a start, causing Emily to suddenly sit up. Both of them seemed confused until they realized where they were and what was going on. When they heard the knock at the door once again, Emily stood up but paused when she recognized the voice.

Michael.

"Emily! I know you're home!"

Michael had no idea the silent kerfuffle that quickly ensued in the small living room, involving the swift tidying of the room prior to Emily pushing Bruce down the hallway to her bedroom. Michael, meanwhile glanced out towards the road, and saw the same motorbike that had dropped Emily off weeks prior. A smile grew on Michael's face as he continued to knock.

"Open up, Em!"

After another minute, he heard the door begin to be unlocked as each dead bolt and chain lock was opened. Finally, Emily opened the door and smiled.

"Hi Michael," she said.

He looked at her with scrutiny in his eyes. "Where is he?"

The man pushed her door open to which she protested but Michael ignored and walked into the apartment anyways, finding the living room empty.

"Who are you looking for?"

He pointed out towards the window. "The guy who owns that bike on the street."

Emily smiled and crossed her arms. "I don't know what you're talking about, but there is no guy here that owns that bike."

Michael took a deep breath, smelling the aroma of a delicious dinner. He didn't say a word, but merely looked around. Her apartment was clean. The table was cleared and the living room was neat. His eyes stopped when he saw the bike helmet sitting against the wall beside the backpack. Emily groaned inwardly when she realized they had forgotten to hide it.

"Taking up motorcycles then, huh Em?"

Emily sighed, realizing that Michael knew she wasn't telling the truth.

"Where is he?"

Emily didn't answer.

"He's here, isn't he?"

Emily let out a sigh and smirked.

"This isn't funny, Em? You're in a relationship of some sort biker guy and you're not even letting me in on it. Is this something that I should be concerned about?" Michael stopped for a moment. "Do you even know this guy? For all you know, he could be covered in evil tattoos."

"Michael, he doesn't have any tattoos," Emily finally answered.

"How would you know that unless...?"

Michael put a hand up to his mouth in happy shock, as he looked at Emily. "Did you have sex with the guy?"

A smile grew on Michael's face when Emily hesitated.

"It's none of your business," she said, her own smile growing as she looked at Michael.

"You did! Now I just have to meet this guy who survived your icy exterior, because he must be something else," Michael said, as he sat down on the couch. "Who is he? Do I know him?"

Bruce stood in Emily's bedroom as he heard the conversation continue until the sound of his cell phone caught his attention and by the sound of it, the occupants in the living room. Bruce quickly pulled the phone out of his pocket, realizing it was Mr. Fox. He answered it.

"Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry for calling you at such a late hour, but I thought that you'd be interested to know that I came up with the details of that chemical equation for you," Mr. Fox told him.

Bruce ran a hand through his hair.

"What is it that we're dealing with?"

"The molecule affects the mind, much like Crane's fear toxin, but on a different level. This one would display symptoms similar to that of Alzeimers but the notes around Miss Tucker's drawing suggests that it also induces high levels of serotonin that would increase ones aggression and perhaps loss of inhibition," Lucius explained.

Bruce peered down the hallway and thought for a moment. He thought back to when Emily and Bill were attacked the night of the play.

"Are you at Wayne Tower right now?" he asked.

"I can bring you my data over to your place."

"No need, I'm in the city now. I can be there in about a half hour," Bruce said.

"Sounds good, I'll see you shortly."

Bruce hung up and shoved the phone in his pocket before walking slowly out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Michael seemed to have been in the middle of a sentence when he noticed Bruce's presence in the room as the man looked past Emily at the billionaire in the room. Emily turned, slightly surprised until Bruce spoke.

"I'm sorry Emily, but I have to go," he said, looking at Emily and taking a quick glance at Michael as he sat on the couch in a frozen stupor. "That call was for me and I have to get some work done."

Emily nodded. "Yeah, that's no problem Bruce. I understand." She followed him to the door and helped him pick up his belongings. Bruce leaned down and gently kissed Emily on the lips before puling the helmet over his head. He looked over at Michael before leaving the apartment.

"Oh, you did a wonderful job in The Pirates of Penzance. Great job!"

"Thank you," Michael managed to squeak out before Bruce left the apartment and Emily closed the door behind him.

Emily fully expected Michael to go on into a commotion of demanding explanations but what he did do, caught her completely off guard - he laughed.

"Bruce Wayne?"

Emily nodded. Michael continued to laugh as he glanced over his shoulder at the sound of a motorbike revving up and then taking off down the road.

"Bruce frickin' Wayne?! How in the hell did you ever snatch that man? I don't think there is a woman in the city that wouldn't love to be in your place."

Emily smiled and shrugged. "It just sort of happened, quite unexpectedly."

The smile on Michael's face slowly faded as a thought came to his mind. "So, that was you in the newspaper with Wayne in Florida, wasn't it?!"

Emily once again nodded as the smile on Michael's face reappeared.

"Are you going to give me the details on what happened down there?"

With a sigh, Emily turned and walked into the kitchen. Michael knew that it meant a no, but he knew her well enough to know that something did happen in Florida.

"So, how come no one knows about this?"

"Because we're keeping it quiet. I don't want our picture to be all over the cover a magazine like we're the biggest news in the city."

"But it is news Emily! You and Bruce Wayne?! This is big!"

Emily turned and shot a look at Michael. "And you're going to keep your mouth shut about it!"

Michael held up his hand, promising. "Scout's honour."