It was a cold night and of course, with my luck, it started to rain on my way home. I groaned as I picked up my pace and started to jog back to my apartment. It wasn't too late in the night, so I wasn't all that worried but I wanted to get home as quickly as possible.

While I was jogging, I guess I wasn't really paying that much attention to where I was going, because all of a sudden I felt myself trip over something and I fell to the ground landing on my hands and knees. I rolled over to sit on my butt so I could examine the damage; my jeans were ripped and bloody, and my hands were all scuffed up. Tears instinctively rushed to my eyes as a reaction to the pain.

I groaned as I slowly stood up, only to come face to face with two creepy looking men. They eyed me up and down then slowly started walking my way. I tried to high-tail it out of there by immediately turning my previous jog into a full on sprint, but with my hurt knees I wasn't as fast as I normally would be, and they eventually caught up to me.

One guy grabbed me by the back of my jacket and dragged me into an alleyway; where I let out the loudest scream I could possibly muster up. I felt the guy behind me pull my arms behind my back as the other guy walked in front of me and started to unzip my jacket.

"Stop it, you pervert!" I screamed loudly as I raised one of my legs and kneed him where the sun don't shine. My leg screamed with pain, but the adrenaline overtook my body. The man fell to the ground in agony as the other one laughed and turned me around to face him.

"That's fine, sweet lips; more for me," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I screamed and struggled, getting in a few punches, but nothing too damaging to stop him. "Help!" I screamed, "anyone!" I finished in a pleading voice, as the tears in my eyes started falling.

I could feel the creepy man's hands all over my body and I thought for sure something horrible was about to happen until out of the blue, I felt myself being pulled out of creepy man's arms and shoved towards the other side of the alley.

I turned around quickly to see what had happened and there he was…Batman; the Dark Knight himself. He pounded the two creepy guys to a pulp as I propped myself up against the side of the opposite building. I breathed heavily, still in somewhat of a shock, as the tears kept rolling down my cheeks.

It didn't take long for Batman to have both the men apprehended, and then to my surprise, he turned around and started walking towards me. I had always been a fan of the Batman and defended him when people bad-mouthed him, but I had to admit he was pretty scary while coming directly towards you.

"What are you doing out here?" he demanded in a deep scratchy voice. I couldn't respond…I couldn't even move. It had gotten even colder now that I was soaking wet, and I was shaking, due to probably the cold and being terrified. Everything was just happening so fast and all I wanted to do was go home and crawl into my nice warm bed.

"I…uh…walking home," I whispered while looking down; I was too intimidated to look him in the eye.

"Alone?" his voice boomed. "Do you have a death wish?" he questioned me like a child. I finally found the nerve to look up into his dark eyes. His eyes didn't look as scary as I thought they would; in fact, they showed concern.

"I just wanted to get home," I sobbed out. I was still a crying, shaking mess. "Go home," he ordered me. I swear I could hear his voice soften slightly, "I'll make sure you get there safely." Even though he promised I would be safe, I still couldn't seem to move.

"Go," he ordered more firmly. This time his order seemed to knock me back into reality. I nodded obediently and quickly set off on my way.

I made it home in record time, running the whole way, despite how badly my knees were hurting. I locked the door as soon as I entered my apartment, and that's when it happened… I turned around, placed my back against the door, slid down, and just sobbed. I broke down; crying on the floor right in front of my door not giving a damn if anyone could hear me or not.

I hugged my knees to my chest just wishing that Bruce could be here to hold me like he did the night my apartment had gotten broken into, but my stupid pride wouldn't let me. I couldn't call him…especially after the way he treated me earlier tonight.

I inhaled deeply as I forced myself to get up off the floor and head into the bathroom to clean my cuts and scrapes. I changed into a pair of lounge shorts and a tanktop after I washed up, and not long after that I decided to crawl into bed.

For about an hour I tossed and turned in my bed, until I heard a loud knocking at my door. I quickly got up and grabbed a baseball bat that I kept in my closet. I slowly walked to the door with bat in hand and then looked through the peephole. It was Bruce…

I leaned the bat against the wall then turned on the lamp next to the door and opened it. "Bruce, what are you doing here? It's almost 3 in the morning," I stated as I crossed my arms, not letting him inside.

"I've been trying to call you for hours now but it just kept going to your voicemail. I was worried," he said softly. I wanted to be mean and remind him of what I said earlier, "I'm a big girl remember…," but I didn't say that. It would have been a lie. Obviously I couldn't take care of myself. This week alone I had been saved twice; once by Bruce and the other by Batman.

I lost it again; I broke down into sobs right there in front of Bruce. "Karleigh, what's wrong?" he asked anxiously as he took me into his arms, then closed the door and locked it. I leaned into his strong embrace as he walked me over to the couch.

"On my way home," I tried to explain through my tears, "two men attacked me," I managed to get out. Bruce gently wiped tears from my cheeks. "You walked home alone?" he questioned me gently. I could tell he was upset, but he was trying to be as gentle with me as possible.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed out, "I know I shouldn't have, but it's not that far of a walk and…I just wanted to get home," I whimpered as I looked away from Bruce and down at my hands. I hated this…I hated feeling like a child.

Bruce gently lifted my chin forcing me to look up into his eyes. "You're safe now. I'm here," he whispered as he kissed my forehead. His words instantly made me feel better, but there was still one thing I had to tell him.

"Batman saved me," I said quietly as Bruce's lips left my forehead. He slightly moved back so he could see my face. "Batman?" he questioned. I could only nod.

"Will you tell me what happened?" Bruce asked softly.

"I was walking home when two men pulled me into an alley…they were touching me," I shivered slightly, "but suddenly Batman was there; like he came out of nowhere. He beat up the guys and then told me to go home. He promised that I would be ok, though while on my way…I guess he followed me, or something; I really don't know."

Bruce nodded and for a split second I thought I imagined a smile upon his lips, but as soon as I blinked it was gone. "Well, I'm glad he was there to protect you."

Bruce stayed there with me for awhile until soon I couldn't even hold my eyes open. "Come on, Karleigh, you need to go to bed," he said as he easily lifted me off the couch and carried me to my bed. I snuggled into his warm embrace as he walked to my bedroom. Bruce gently laid me down on my bed and softly kissed my lips.

"I'm scared," I whispered as I felt Bruce slowly pull away. "Don't worry; Batman is out there keeping everyone safe. You'll be alright tonight, I promise; now get some rest," I could feel Bruce's gentle caress on my cheek, and just like that…I was out like a light.