Barbara dove off the ship and into the water the moment she stepped out of the hole and saw the helicopter headed toward them. She put some distance between her and the ship, then did a back float to catch her breath. She relished in her successful rescue and landing. "Nice landing." She congratulated herself. She flipped back around and swam the rest of the way to the far end of the dock where there wasn't any activity. She at at the dock with her feet dangling over the edge, catching her breath.

The helicopter's spotlight turned on and scanned the ship. Their spotlight landed on Percy and Annabeth in an intimate moment with their arms wrapped around each other and their lips moving slowly together. Barbara couldn't help but smile at the sight. It felt good to see them safe and happy. It felt even better to know that she had a hand in it.

"You did a good job." Barbara turned to see Batman melt out of the shadows.

"Thanks. That's what a team does. Course, it would work better if we could actually communicate." She glared at him as she got up.

"I didn't ask you for your help." Batman glowered at her.

"I don't recall the police asking you for your help, but they found a way to communicate to you."

Batman glared at her.

"Point is: It's my city too, and I am going to help. We can either work together or you can keep getting captured, making me bail you out." She smirked at him.

"How'd you steer the ship to safety?" Batman not so subtly changed the subject.

"I pulled on the steering wheel." Batman raised an eyebrow. "Really hard." She emphasized.

"What's the story with those two?" he nodded toward Percy and Annabeth.

Barbara looked back at them. They were now getting into boats. "Annabeth Chase. She was kidnapped by Zeus. Guess he wanted her to design the new Gotham he was going to build from the ashes.

"Humph." Was all that he would say.

"Percy Jackson. He traveled all the way from San Fransisco to find her. Been beating up thugs in the alleyways, trying to find out information on her. Sound familiar?" She raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't respond. "Followed me onto the ship. It was quite the chore trying to keep from getting caught with his clumsiness."

"What was with his insults to Maximilian?" He inquired.

"No clue. To be honest, he feels a little off. Can't explain it. But we probably won't see them again."

"How's that?"

"He thinks Gotham is the worst. Kept raving about how she should have never come. Pretty sure they'll leave the first chance they get." Barbara sighed. She hated that Gotham had such a bad reputation. She knew how hard her father and even Batman worked to make it better. But it seemed that Gotham just couldn't shake its reputation.

Batman turned to leave.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?" She raised an accusing eyebrow. "If I had your phone number, I could have had you looped in already."

Batman looked at her over her shoulder. "We'll keep in touch." With that he was gone.

Barbara crossed her arms and glared at where he was. "Fine. If that's how it's going to be?" She quickly left the dock and made her way to her bike, making sure not to be seen by anyone. Once there, she made her way home, done for the evening. "Case closed." She sighed.

The next day was a Saturday, and while regular kids slept in and we're lazy, Barbara thought that she would take the opportunity to visit her father and maybe pick up another case. The police department was busy as usual. What surprised her was when she saw Annabeth sitting in a chair at her father's desk, looking very disgruntled. "Hi!" Barbara opted for polite conversation.

Annabeth looked up slightly startled. "You're not a police officer." She narrowed her eyes calculatingly at Barbara.

"Uh, no. I'm Lieutenant Gordon's daughter." Barbara gave her a friendly smile.

"Oh, well, no offense, but your dad is acting like a real jerk."

Barbara raised her eyebrows, surprised by the comment. Before she could say anything else, she heard a door slam. She turned to see her father storming out of a interviewing room. She abandoned her conversation with Annabeth to meet her father. "What's going on? I thought you rescued these people?" Barbara demanded to know.

"Barb! What are you doing here? You need to stop hanging around here."

"I like it here, and answer the question." She persisted.

"They're not under arrest or anything. We've just been asked to hold them for a little bit."

"Why?" She asked.

"Lieutenant Gordon." A voice greeted her father. Barbara turned to see Bruce Wayne walk in. He shook her father's hand.

"Mr. Wayne. We've held them as long as we could, but they are getting anxious." Her father replied.

What on earth would Bruce Wayne want with Percy and Annabeth? Barbara wondered as she watched her father lead Mr. Wayne to Annabeth. Barbara wasted no time in grabbing a magazine and sitting in an obstructed corner close to Annabeth.

"Ms. Chase, I presume." Bruce held out a friendly hand.

Annabeth looked at it warily as if it might bite her.

Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably as he retracted his hand and sat down in her father's chair. "I am sorry to hear of your first experience in Gotham. I understand you are a brilliant archetect." Annabeth remained silent as she studied him. "As I am sure you have heard, we have recently lost our city hall. We could use a good archetect like you to help us build a new one."

"Are you actually offering me a job to stay here?" Annabeth looked at him disbelievingly.

"I just don't want you to leave here thinking that Gotham is all bad. Gotham has a lot of good people, and we are doing the best we can to make it a good place."

Annabeth sat back in her chair analyzing Bruce. "I'd have to talk to Percy."

"Great."

"I'm not going to force him to be here, if he doesn't want to."

"You seem like a capable woman who can make decisions by yourself." Bruce said. Even Barbara cringed.

Annabeth's eyes flashed dangerously, that even from where Barbara was sitting, she feared for her life. "Don't pull that woman's lib on me." She seethed. "Percy and I are a package deal. We've been through more crap together than your tiny mind could comprehend. We are a team. Where he goes, I go. Where I go, he goes. You want us to stay in Gotham? He's the one you have to convince. And I don't think your money is going to help." She spat.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, and he and Annabeth were literally staring each other down. "All right then." Bruce stood up and walked to the interview room where Percy was being held.