So. 11th chapter! YAY!. Almost 30,000 words. This one is longish. It starts slow, but hopefully the ending will make up for it. --and that should make you be like, "OMG WHAT'S AT THE END!" Like that last Harry Potter book, you all know you REALLY wanted to just read the last page, but you didn't! XD. Anywhootles --I love that word. I have to go do an essay now for school. I love how this fan fiction comes before my school work. Lol. But that's okay. XD. Please and thank you for your reviews and reading. Thanks again guys!

So I had realised I probably did a stupid thing by inviting Bruce to dinner with my father and his family. I should have done some more planning first, but I wanted to tell my dad about Bruce. It seemed like the way to do it. I really didn't want to get kidnapped again, that's for sure.

I had tried to do my hair, but I was too anxious for later. I pulled at it and yanked at it, the hairbrush wouldn't come out. I yelled at the brush thinking it would do some good. It didn't, so I continued untangling it. I looked at the clock. I had about 2 hours till Bruce was coming to pick me up. I decided to have another shower to restart my hair.

Once I was done my shower I stepped out onto my black bathmat. I reached for my purple towel and wrapped it around me after I dried myself off. I went to my room to get dressed for the evening instead of getting back into my sweats. In my closet I had many work clothes, some comfy clothes, some special event clothes, my everyday clothes, and my little section of never worn flirty outfits. Damn, I couldn't wear that dress to my fathers. I looked at the beautiful low v-neck, mid-thigh length, and open back dress. I skimmed through some more items of clothing. I found a nice mauve dress with a black belt to go around the waste. I paired it with black heels and smiled. It was perfect. Now back to my hair.

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One hour till the dinner. I had to think of all the things I could slip up on. I also had to remember all thing things I did so that Batman couldn't do them. I really shouldn't be doing this. I looked up as Alfred entered the room. I let him place the book back on the shelf and didn't acknowledge him as he left. He had known to be discrete as I thought over the night's events.

Hopefully Gordon liked me better then he had liked Ryan. But I'm sure he would be sceptical, seeing as our relationship had been all over the news. And I had also lied to his face about seeing his daughter. With any luck, Morgan would be able to keep the night from becoming a mess.

"Alfred?" I bellowed. "Do you have any advice?"

He came waltzing in the room. He looked at me as if I had just admitting I was actually scared of kittens, not bats. "Sir?" He continued to look at me strangely. "Did you just ask me for advice?"

"I've done it before haven't I?"

"I suppose you have." He relaxed his face. "Just with quite more serious things. This is just a dinner Master Wayne."

"I know Alfred. But what am I suppose to do?"

"Impress Morgan's father sir."

"I know that much." I sighed. "I can't slip up tonight."

He smiled. "Sir, if I were you I would stop worrying. Worrying will just make you spoil the evening. Just go and what happens will happen."

"I can't just let anything happen." I fought back.

"You can't control the outcome of everything either Master Wayne."

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Half an hour, I think I had everything. I had managed to work with my hair this time. It was straight with little waves at the end of the strands. I paced around my living room. It was to nerve racking. I needed something to do until Bruce got here. I looked at my laptop. I couldn't remember the last time I had checked my e-mails.

"I have an e-mail." I said imitating the infamous voice recording as I signed into IM. "Who is it from?" I read the name. "You have to be shitting me!" I groaned. "What does he want now?" I read the e-mail. "Oh it's just a newsletter for work. Good."

-Beep.-

"Hmm?" I looked down at the orange flashing rectangle in my taskbar. "Okay, NOW you HAVE to be shitting me."

"Hey." The person greeted me.

"Hello." I solemnly responded, hoping they would get the hint right away.

"How are you?" At least he was literate.

"I'm just waiting to go somewhere. How are you?" Instant messaging conversations had seemed to have got so much more proper as I got older.

He replied quickly. "I've just been working on an article."

"Oh good for you." I said, faking interest. My attitude about these online conversations hadn't changed much. I never really paid much attention to them. "On what?" I really didn't care.

"The Joker." Ryan said. Okay, now I cared.

I adjusted the laptop on my lap. "You're doing an article on The Joker?" His name felt bizarre to type. "Why?"

"To get an understanding of him."

"You really think you will ever be able to get anything logical out of him?" I asked.

"He already has given me some proof that he had some logical ideas going on. Warped ideas, but perfectly logical." I worried as I read his thick black font.

"I see…" I hit enter and sighed.

"What?" He asked me in regards to my pretty purple font response.

"Well you know I might not like The Joker all to much."

He began typing a reply. "Yeah I know you don't like him. I don't really like him either. I also thought about doing the article so I could figure out why he took you." Ryan began to type something else but stopped.

I starred at his font. We knew why he took me, for ransom. Ryan should know that, he was right here with my father and Bruce when it happened. I was puzzled. He cared, but why? Why was he still talking to me? Why was he still around? I heard a car pull into the driveway; Bruce was here to pick me up finally.

"I have to go now. Bye." I told him and signed off before he had any time to type good-bye.

I glided to the door as Bruce rung the doorbell.

"Coming!" I sung loudly so he could hear me through the door. "Aloha amigo."

"Uh…hi." He laughed. He was wearing a dress shirt and dress pants. "Very nice language skills." He put his arm out for me to take.

"Merci Nachos." I said as I took him arm.

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I slammed my laptop shut. She hadn't even responded to my last comment. I bet it was Bruce who was taking her somewhere. Why else would she wait to go somewhere? I bet she had put on her sweet smelling perfume and curled her long eyelashes back to make her beautiful big eyes stand out even more. I bet she was wearing a nice little dress showing lots of skin. All for him, and him alone.

I really couldn't stand that cocky jerk before, but now I really hated him. If I hadn't been so shocked that day I found out, I would have done more then deck him in the face. Not that I really wanted to physically hurt him anymore then that, right? That was wrong. But I wanted to do it. Why did I want to do it? I knew why I wanted to do it, but I couldn't believe it. It wasn't me to think like that.

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"Daddy?" Morgan called as she entered the small house. She was greeted by a big hug from her father. He smiled and her, but his smile faded as he saw me standing there. "Daddy, I brought Bruce."

"I noticed." He said stiffly, yet calmly.

I stuck my hand out for him to shake. He shook it firmly while looking me over. I could fore see the night's events already.

"So," Gordon's wife had addressed to me once we were all seated for dinner. "What's it like owning Wayne Enterprises."

I had hoped they wouldn't bring up money or business. "It's…It's full of surprises." I said and everyone chuckled nervously. Gordon's son reached for some bread. "I basically finalize deals and such. I leave the rest of it to more interested men." I realised where I had got that line. I could only wish to be half the man my father was.

"Well, that's the important part isn't it?" She smiled in response.

"Have you ever met Batman?" Gordon's son eagerly asked.

"No." I said, wishing to drop the other subject I didn't want to talk about.

"I don't know what he is doing anymore." Gordon piped up. "After that night at the night club. He got a mean beating. I haven't heard from him about it yet." He cut his pork chop with ease. "A little bit of me is actually," He paused and relaxed his arms from cutting. "Worried."

I smiled weakly in response. I was still sore from that struggle, and wasn't ready to tell him what had happened. Not as Bruce Wayne, but as Batman. If anything, it was shameful. A bunch of thugs had caught me suddenly. I was too intent on spying, that I didn't see them coming up behind me. While I had tried my best to fight them they hit me with boards and kicked me in the sides. I managed to fight them off and get away.

"Can you pass the mashed potatoes Bruce?" Morgan asked me from my right.

I reached my arm out and winced in pain as the muscle in my side tensed. "Here." I said through my teeth, trying to hide the intense pain I felt.

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Bruce pulled his car into my driveway. The car ride had been mostly silent. Bruce was probably relieved the night was over, even though it hadn't gone to bad at all. I was too nervous to talk because I wanted to ask Bruce to come inside when he dropped me off, but I was to shy. We sat there in silence until I cleared my throat.

"Do you want to come inside?" I had made myself realise that he most likely wouldn't reject my invitation.

"Um. I can't tonight." He said.

"What?" I said shocked and hurt. He had never been in my house before.

"I'm not feeling well." He fished.

"Fine." I opened the door of the car. "Whatever you say." I slammed the door shut and my sad walk up to the door turned into an angry jog.

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The music was loud and hurt my ears. I didn't understand how people stood this noise. I watched the crowds as they entered the building. I spotted the same 5 guys who had jumped me the night before. I stayed in the shadows as I crept over to them. I crouched and listened to what they were saying.

"Boss said we have to keep an eye out for him again tonight." A tall blonde one said.

A dark skinned one replied. "I think we scared him off enough last night."

"I think he'll be back." A short round red haired thug said while he looked around. "An' if he does show up, we can kick his ass again."

"When will boss be done the deal?" The dark skinned one asked the blonde.

"I dunno, but we betta be gettin' paid soon."

I stopped listening once they moved away. I needed to find out what the deal was and who was involved. All I knew was the location, The Iceberg Lounge. People say that a strange little fellow owned it, greed, was his calling. He got other people to do his dirty work for him, but that's not to say he wouldn't happily do it himself.

I followed the men into the nightclub. They were heading to a back room behind the bar. I avoided the scanning lights for the dance floor. They left the door open a crack. I peaked in and saw that there was no place for me to hide in the room. I couldn't go in and cause a scene; I need help if I was to do that.

I felt a tapping on my shoulder as I stood in the darkness. Next thing I knew I was being thrown in to the room. I hit the floor and tried to hurry to my feet. Before I could, a chair slammed down on my back. I looked up to see the red head spit his drink out of his mouth.

"Look who came back." Cooed the tall blonde one. "Maybe we should finish him off here and now fellas?"

I got a blow to the back of the head.

"Out for a time of fun?" The dark skinned one bellowed as he kicked me in the leg. "We'll show you fun 'Batman'!" He mocked my name as he put me in a chokehold.

I kicked my leg out from under me. Once I had gotten a good grip I flipped him over my back and he smacked against a chair. My legs bulked as a metal bar hit me in the back of my shins. I fell to the floor and breathed heavily. The metal bar came and met my shoulder this time. I collapsed fully to the floor.

"This is almost TOO easy." The red head chuckled as he rammed his foot in my ribs.

I stumbled to my feet. I clumsily felt around for my weapons. I had no time to use them before I got another blow to my body. I swung back and grabbed the short redhead and kneed him hard in the back. He slumped down and lied there weeping in a daze. The others began to get more wary.

I managed to get enough strength to take them all down. I looked around the room and limped off to the door. There was an office, but it was empty. I search around. I looked everywhere I could. I grabbed several important looking documents off the top of the desk.

"The Penguin." I muttered, reading his nameplate on the desk.

I heard the door open to the main room. There was a confused rustle among the men. I stayed silent in the office. I heard them leave the room again. Knowing they wouldn't be gone for long, I hurried out of the room and headed to the back door. The men had come back just as I had reached the doorknob. With a clear shot, one sliced me with a knife. The suit had opened around the wound and I began to bleed. My already hurt torso weakened. I couldn't do anything but try and get away. The cut was deep and long. I slowly began to loose energy. I need Alfred to come pick me up somewhere. I couldn't find my cell phone. I was stuck here unless I found somewhere to hide, but I had to stop the bleeding. I couldn't walk into a hospital as Batman. I tried to see where I was again. My whole body was pounding, yet it was to numb to feel the pain. I was about ten blocks from the city. Morgan only lived four blocks from here…she was my best bet.

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If you scrolled down here before you read the rest of the chapter, then you are a cheater! XD. Jks. Poor Batman. :( He needs a hug. and a doctor.