Hermione was sitting comfortably by the fireplace, reading Gotham's Times when she heard a rat-a-tap-tap sound on the window. Startled, she quickly looked up only to find a dirty looking horned owl, the same horned owl that she has sent to deliver her letter to Harry only a few days ago.

Putting the newspaper down, she quickly padded quietly over to the window and opened it, letting the owl fly in before it dropped what seemed like a rather large package on the couch before hooting and flying out of the window. She gave a slight grin before shutting the window as not wanting to let a draft in to disturb her warmth and she hurriedly sat down, opening the package as though it was a christmas present on christmas morning and couldn't help but grin more when she saw what fell out of the package. On top of all the documents was a letter with the brand new Potter seal and Hermione grabbed the letter and carefully opened it and began to read.

Hermione,

Even when you're on holiday, you always have an excuse to go and research something! Seriously, do you ever take a break?

Anyway, back to the actual reason why I'm writing this letter is that I have found as much information as I could about this 'Batman' for you(You owe me big time!). I've got to say for myself, this guy has got a pretty long history about him-especially for a muggle.

If you actually want to find out who this Batman really is under his cowl-I would suggest to try the spell Homenum Revelio spell. You're a genius Hermione-can't believe you forgot about this spell! Though I would suggest you would cast it when Batman is distracted.

You have to be very careful around Gotham Hermione- Gotham has one of the most highest crime rates in history both muggle and wizards alike so watch your back! If you are in any danger or you feel troubled, floo round to mine as soon as you can. I don't want to see you get hurt Hermione-your my best friend and it will pain me to lose you.

Ginny is concerned for your well being in Gotham and is dying to see you again. Teddy is okay-I think he's got more Tonks than we realize!

Take good care of yourself Hermione and don't forget-always watch your back!

Harry

Hermione nearly face palmed in annoyance and instead she tried to pull her hair out. Merlin, how could she have been so stupid? How come she didn't think of the Homenum Revelio spell herself? Of course, the most simple spells can reveal the most important things.

But the problem was now was getting Batman's attention again and she knew this was going to be the tricky bit after the argument she had with him few nights ago and he wasn't an easy person to get to and like Harry said, Gotham did have the highest crime rate in the city.

Pulling the documents closer, she skimmed through them noticing that they were indeed similar to the police documents but with a lot more detail and more interesting information.

Checking that the coast was clear, she picked up everything that Harry sent her and went into the lift to go to her bedroom. She discovered that Bruce had a lift when she got lost the other day and couldn't help but wonder why he would need such a thing. Shaking her head at the thought she went

in the lift, only to find somebody else already standing in there.

"Oh!" Hermione said in complete surprise. The man in front of her stared at her, before giving a slight smile. "I'm sorry-I didn't expect anybody else to be here,"

"That is not a problem. This lift can hold more than one, I assure you," She gave a weak smile before stepping in beside him. "Lucius Fox," The man said, holding out his hand for her to shake. Hermione looked down at it and shoving her documents into her wand hand and with her spare hand she shook it.

"Hermione Granger,"

"Ah! You must be Alfred's Granddaughter. Bruce Wayne has told me all about you," Hermione blushed slightly and moved a strand of hair in front of her eyes to try and hide the blush.

"I sincerely hope not,"

"Not quite everything. Just the fact that you attract trouble like a magnet," Lucius's eyes twinkled and looked wise beyond his years and it reminded Hermione of Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes and for a second, she felt sad.

"That's what all my friends say. Sometimes I wish for a quite life," She chuckled.

"Ah, but where would the fun be in that?" He gave her a wicked grin when they arrived on her floor and Hermione at once, liked this man with his sense of humour. "However, you do realize parchment is rather outdated here in America? We rather like to use paper," Shit, Hermione thought. I should of transfigured it into paper before I got here.

"I prefer to use parchment. Not everyone uses it back in England but I just like the feel of it-even if it is more expensive," She gave a sheepish grin, hoping that Lucius would take the lame excuse.

Lucius nodded. "I haven't used parchment in years but the company I used to get it from closed down and alas, I use paper," The light above them turned on, making a bleeping noise and the doors of the elevators opened. "I trust that you can find your own way from here?"

"Of course. Would I see you again? It's nice to meet other people around here for a change," She asked, putting her foot in front of the elevator's doors to let it stay open before it was about to close.

"Perhaps, I do come here regularly. Maybe I will see you sometime around then," He shrugged. "But how do you know I am not a criminal?"

Hermione blinked. "You don't dress like one," She replied and once again the answer itself was ridiculous and she mentally face-palmed at her stupid answer. What was wrong with her today?

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Just because I don't dress like one doesn't mean I may not be a criminal. Bruce has told me that you are on the Criminals wanted list and out there-people will be in all sorts of disguises so you better be ready," Hermione realized that he was right. Just because he wasn't dressed-doesn't mean that he is. Dressing up smartly can hide a lot more than she realized.

She removed her foot and let the doors closed and she began to walk back to her room. Hermione knew that Lucius Fox was not a criminal, he may not dressed like one but somehow, deep inside Hermione just knew that he was an honest good man and she hoped that they will meet again in the future.

She went into her room and put her documents on her bed before pulling up her desk in the room and grabbed a quill and some parchment. Her brain at the ready of thinking how to attract Batman so she could find out who he really is.

Five hours later, Hermione was sat on the floor, finishing her last touch to her new outfit. She had thrown all of her leather outfits out of the wardrobe and combined them all into something different-with the help of magic of course as Hermione could never make an outfit on her own. The plan of the outfit laid next to her and she smirked in satisfactory as she stood up and put on her brand new outfit, just to see if it fits before transfiguring her old shoes into big black boots.

She stood there for a moment, twirling around in front of the mirror and examining herself before putting the mask on that she had just recently made. It was very similar to Batman's mask and that was just what she had intended it to be, however, more feminine. Smiling in delight, she felt like a young school girl at a Halloween party who was excited over the new costume, she nodded to herself before looking at the mess of the room she had made.

Putting her favourite quill back in it's box, she sat back and sighed with relief. Her plan was finally complete and even though it was dangerous, she knew it was going to be worth it. Quickly changing into her new outfit and putting her ordinary clothes underneath, she put her mask and boots into her bag, thanking merlin that she was a witch and finished tidying up the room-making sure not to leave anything behind and hiding her plans where even Alfred could not find them when she heard a knock on the door. Quickly hiding her wand under her pillow, she straightened herself and walked to the door, only to find Bruce outside.

"Bruce!" She said brightly. "Come in," She moved away from the door for him to come in and he did so, standing next to her desk. "To what do I owe you with this surprise?"

"I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me this evening," He asked. Is he asking me out on a date? Or is this is grandfather's doing? Perhaps her plan would have to wait until later this week.

"I would love to! I have nothing to do tonight anyway and still haven't had a chance to take a proper look at Gotham," She smiled. "I met someone in the lift, friend of yours?"

"Lucius Fox?" Bruce asked, examining a photo of her, Harry and Ginny when they were on a holiday in Austria. She nodded. "Ah yes. Brilliant man and very useful as well,"

"Every man can have their uses," She answered, looking up into Bruce's dark brown eyes. "He seemed quite pleasant,"

"Made a change for you I gathered?" Bruce smirked and Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Indeed it did."

"Who are these?" Bruce asked, pointing at the picture. Hermione beamed.

"They're my friends. Harry and Ginny, both engaged to each other now. Ginny used to be a fan-girl of Harry ever since she was eleven," Hermione laughed. "Perhaps even younger,"

"Finally got her wish then didn't she?" He cocked his head to the side. "Are you a fan-girl?"

"Me? Oh no,no,no," Hermione hands gestured to show her disagreement. "I'm a fan-girl of books though,"

"Book worm?" Hermione nodded. "Not many girls around here like books, it's nice to see a change,"

"Well Bruce it's just like I said at the party, I'm not like ordinary girls," She sent him a knowing smile and Bruce smiled in return.

"I'll see you down stairs in ten minutes," He begin to walk out. "I'll take you somewhere that you'll love and that's a promise,"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Very eager to please aren't you?"

Bruce laughed. "Very. Be ready," With that, he turned and walked down the staircase.

Half an hour later, Hermione and Bruce were sat in a restaurant called The Throne Room and Hermione was not at all surprised when Bruce instructed the waiters to put them in the first class area.

"First class?" Hermione hissed, taking of her jacket. "We could just eat like normal people you know,"

Bruce merely shrugged. "But since when have we ever been normal?" Sighing in defeat, she reluctantly sat down and ordered a glass of white wine.

Once the drinks arrived and the meals were ordered, Bruce started to talk.

"I believe an owl flew into the dining room this afternoon," He said. Hermione nearly choked on her drink.

"An owl? I saw no such thing,"

"Really? Then how come I saw a Great Horned Owl fly into my house carrying what looked like extremely large package? The last time I checked, British people did not send their mail by owls," He raised an eyebrow.

Damn it, I must be more careful of the CCTV in his house more often.

Before Hermione could say anything, their dinner arrived and for that she was grateful. Before Bruce coughed and looked as though he wanted an answer and he wanted it now.

Stupid handsome playboy billionaire, she thought as she began to eat.

She sighed and gritted her teeth. "Fine. But you must promise me not to panic, scream or tell anyone about this because this is classified information that you can tell no one, and I do mean no one."

"I promise," He replied, looking very seriously. She breathed out, her hands shaking slightly as she knew what she was going to do with his memory later.

"I'm a witch," She whispered. For a few seconds, Bruce just stared at her before laughing out loud, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head, earning quite a few stares from the other people near by. Hermione scowled. "It's not funny!" At least he didn't panic, she added mentally.

Bruce upon seeing the angry look on her face, quickly sobered up. "You're...a witch?" He repeated. "I find that hard to believe,"

Hermione sighed with relief. He didn't buy it.

"But that still doesn't mean I want proof," He added and she grimaced.

How was she going to show him proof when they were in a muggle environment? Then it hit her.

Pulling of her jacket, she rolled up her sleeve, she showed him her Mudblood scar.

"My parents didn't die in a gang raid. They got killed by dark wizards," She said softly, Bruce's eyes widened at the sight of her scar and he gently traced a finger over it. "My world was at war with a dark evil wizard named Lord Voldemort who wanted muggle borns or the cursed word- mudbloods, which means non-magical people, out of their world so their world could remain 'pure'." She took another sip of her white wine, drinking half of the glass. "Me and my friends were captured at his headquarters one time and one of the witches on his side tortured me," She shuddered before pulling her arm away and rolling her sleeve down. "I still have nightmares about it sometimes,"

"Is the war over?" Bruce asked, looking quite anxious.

Hermione nodded. "It is and my side has won and we are at peace. However along the way, I have lost many good friends as well as family-including my best friend Ron. Now do you believe me?"

Before Bruce could reply, his phone began to ring and he looked apologetically at her before quickly shutting of his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

"Sorry, business call. However it can wait," Bruce said. "I believe you and until now, I always thought magic just used to be in fairy tales,"

Hermione shrugged. "Everything has to have a fairy tale I guess. Including a good old fashion villain," She ate a bit more. "Where did you learn your martial arts training from?"

"A man called Henri Ducard. A good man who taught me discipline when I needed it but something happened to him and things got...deadly." He looked far away for a moment and for a second, Hermione wondered if this Henri is dead or something worse.

Hermione reached out and held his hand for a moment and just the feel of holding Bruce Wayne's hand, somehow it felt so right to Hermione. "You're a good man Bruce, don't let it get to you," She bit her lip. "Truth be told, I never had any martial arts lessons until now. The reason why I fought so good alongside the Batman was the fact it was battle adrenaline rush and with that going through your body, you can do anything,"

Bruce nodded in agreement. "So what was the owl for this morning? Is that how you-I mean, Witches and Wizards communicate with each other?"

"There are other ways we communicate as well, but yes, we send out post at any time on any day by owls-" She was about to continue when Bruce's phone once more rang again.

She gave him a sly smile. "Answer it,"

Reluctantly, he nodded and answered the phone. "Hello?" Bruce's suddenly turned serious. "Alfred..what's wrong?" Hermione looked at Bruce worriedly for a moment, was something wrong with Alfred? "Alfred stay there, I'll be right over," Bruce switched of his phone and looked grim.

"Is my Grandfather okay? What's wrong?" Hermione asked, genuinely concerned for Alfred.

"Look at the T.V," Bruce nodded to where the restaurant T.V was and Hermione turned, only to find that everybody else was too fixed on the T.V, however, with the look of horror upon their faces.

On the screen was a man with candy-floss like hair, wearing a pink suit and he seemed to laugh maniacally. However, there was also a man in the middle of the room who was tied up and looked like was forced to read some papers in front of him and Hermione noticed he was wearing wizard clothing.

She gasped in shock.

"Gotham has been chewing on some bad Whoppers for far to long and as the Joker was a Sucker, this week the Sweet Tooth plans to take down the Batman for good and his little pet bird," The wizard looked shamefully to the floor before gulping and looking back up. "If Batman doesn't turn himself in by dusk tomorrow, the rogues of Gotham will strike like Twizzlers and will put a nuclear Warhead and Toxic Waste into Gotham's water supply system!" The wizard choked up, trying to hold back the tears and the villain slashed at him in what seemed to be a candy cane, before he took the camera in his own hands and snickered at it. "What's it going to be Batman? The city or you? You're choice by dusk tomorrow! Or Gotham will be mine!" With that, the camera turned black and the people in the room began to panic.

Before Hermione could say anything, Bruce put a check on the table and grabbed Hermione and made there way to the car. "Bruce, where are we going?" She shouted over the terrified screams that the crowd around them were now making.

"We're going home. They're after you Hermione- don't forget that and out here is not safe as any of them could be in disguise!"

"That man that was captured by that bastard was a Wizard Bruce," Hermione said, folding her arms. "A wizard! These villains must know of my kind," She stood still, her hand running through her hair and Bruce went to her side.

"Hermione, I promised your grandfather that I would protect you in Gotham and that is exactly what I'm going to do," Bruce said, making her look up into his eyes as he strokes her chin. Those eyes..she thought, I've seen them somewhere before. "Now come on, we've gotta go."

Hermione wondered why Bruce sounded so urgent to go, so eager to leave the place as she got into the car. Was it possible Bruce wanted to get rid of her or was it for the fact that he had other matters to attend or really, he just wanted to prove to Alfred that she was really safe?

She sighed in frustration, ignoring Bruce's anxious looks he kept sending her as she racked her brain for ideas. Tonight, was the night Batgirl is going to be revealed for the first time in history and certainly not the last.