Chapter 12

Blüdhaven; June 3rd, 01:37 EST

Nightwing stood perched on top of an apartment building, staring intently at the street below. He was keeping watch over his city, but his mind was working overtime with other things. While taking care of a mugger, he'd seen something tonight that he hadn't particularly cared for and it had him concerned…very concerned.

Leaning forward on his propped up boot, he rested his forearm on his knee, his gaze narrowing as he watched a man chasing a woman down. He was prepared to intervene if it turned into an attack, his every muscle tense and prepared to act. He relaxed minutely as the man handed her something that she had evidently dropped. She thanked the man, continuing on her way while men turned to leave in the opposite direction.

It was actually quite nice to witness acts of kindness being displayed for a change in the midst of the depravity that he constantly fought against. It gave him a measure of hope that change was still possible. Maybe he was doing some good in Blüdhaven as Nightwing after all.

His thoughts returned to what he'd seen tonight, his mind trying to work through the possibilities, but none of them were good. Whatever was going was not anything the least bit legal. Of that he was more than certain, despite not having all the facts.

He needed to contact Bruce tomorrow to see if he knew anything about it. The thought of having to talk to him about it made his stomach lurch with unease. It wasn't something that any of them liked to talk about let alone think about, Bruce most of all.

"Something on your mind?"

Nightwing instinctively froze with the unexpected sound of the voice only to relax a second later as recognition sunk in. "Maybe…could be I'm just thinking about my girlfriend," he coyly responded, a smirk curling his lips as he turned to face his visitor.

"And which girlfriend would that be?" she demanded to know. "It had better be your fiancé that you're thinking about."

"There's only you, Troia," he confessed.

"Well, I knew something had to be on your mind," Donna told him. "I've been here for nearly two full minutes and you didn't even pick up on it. What's going on in that head of yours? You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

Nightwing closed the distance between them, pulling her in for a heated kiss. "Never," he murmured before leading her over to a couple of crates someone had left on the roof. "I saw someone in Blüdhaven that I'm not happy about being here."

"Who is it?"

"Sienna Conti," he revealed.

Donna instantly frowned with the unexpected news, her mind too working to figure out the significance of it. "What is she doing in Blüdhaven?"

"I'm not sure," Dick replied with a grim frown. "I saw her getting into a black car, but I wasn't able to see much more that. I was in the middle of taking out a mugger in an alley when I spotted her. It was for just a split second, but I know it was her, Donna. It was Sienna."

Donna could feel his anger rolling off him. She shared it with him. This woman had tried to have her sister killed as well as her unborn niece. It had affected them all deeply, but none more so than Bruce. No one actually knew the true extent of his struggle with it because he refused to really talk about it even with Diana, but it had been more than obvious it had had a profound effect on him.

"You don't think that she's considering moving her illegal operation here, do you?" she asked, worried about what this could mean for Dick and Blüdhaven.

"I don't know," he confessed with a sigh. "You know Bruce had always trained me never to kill, but when I saw her…and after what she did last year to Diana…"

His voice became thick with emotion before abruptly trailing off. Donna gave him a moment to regain control once more, reaching over and placing a hand on his back. She knew just how much Diana meant to Dick, how grateful he was for what she'd been able to do for Bruce by bringing so much happiness and love to his life.

"I know," she gently said.

"She tried to kill Diana and my sister, Donna," he ground out, clenching his hands into fists. "My brothers would have lost their mother and Bruce…he never would've recovered from something like that. She tried to destroy my family. That's not something that I can forgive or forget. Sienna Conti needs to be brought to justice for what she did. Instead of that happening, she's running around free and reeking more havoc once again. Why couldn't she have just stayed in whatever hole she'd crawled into last year?"

"I know how you feel," she softly confessed. "It's my family too that she tried to rip apart."

Nightwing leapt to his feet and began pacing before her, his fists still clenched tightly at his sides. "There has to be a way to take her down, to uncover what it is that she's really up to now and stop her before she can hurt anyone else."

"I'm sure that Batman is already working on doing that right now," she tried to reassure him. "You know he'll do whatever it takes until he has her behind bars."

"I want to know what she was doing in Blüdhaven," he ground out as if not hearing her. "There's a reason that she was here and I don't like it."

"Did you see who she was meeting with?"

"No," he stated, his voice filled with frustration as he shook his head. "All I caught was her getting into a black rental car. I didn't see who she was with or who was driving."

"Maybe she was just here on legitimate business," she suggested. "She does have an actual company that she runs. It was just burned to the ground. Could be that she was here looking for help to rebuild it."

"Could be," he mumbled as he stroked his chin in thought. "I'm still going to assume she's up to no good until proven wrong."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to contact Batman tomorrow for starters," he replied, returning to his crate beside her. "I'm going to also check out all the car rental places in Blüdhaven to see what I can find out."

Donna studied him for a long moment, wishing she could relieve some of his anger and frustration. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes," he readily responded, reaching over and taking her hand in his. "You can stay away from her. I don't want her knowing about you, Donna."

"Really?" she uttered with a disapproving frown, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "You're really not going to pull that 'stay away from her because she could hurt you' crap on me, are you?"

"Um…well, yah…maybe," he stuttered, suddenly unsure of himself. "I…well, you see…I just want to make sure that you don't become a target too. It's bad enough that she basically wants Diana dead and Bruce all to herself without her deciding to take out Diana's sister as well."

A cocked raven eyebrow was his only warning before finding himself flat on his back on the ground, an irritated Amazon straddling him. "I'm an Amazon. I can handle myself, bird boy," she firmly told him as she pinned his hands above his head. "Haven't you learned that by now?"

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he stared up into her beautiful but determined face, loving the feel of his fiancé straddling his hips. He suddenly wished that patrol was over and they were back at their apartment in their bed.

"Maybe," he thoughtfully replied, tilting his head. "I may need to be reminded just how well you can handle yourself."

Her scowl was swiftly replaced with a seductive grin, her hands moving to roam over his chest. "Finish your patrol and we'll see what I can do about that," she flirted, leaning down and teasingly brushing her lips against his.

A low moan escaped his lips as he lifted his head to fully capture her mouth. Donna pulled back, forcing him to lay back down with a huff of annoyance. His hands settled on her thighs as he wondered how in the world he'd ever been able to win the heart of this amazing woman on top of him.

"I can't help but worry about the woman I love even though she rivals Wonder Woman in strength," he reminded her. "I'd be lost if I ever lost you."

"I don't want to lose you either," she agreed. "That's why we're going to be together forever."

"I'm a mortal, Troia," he pointed out. "There is no forever for me."

"Then maybe I'll just have to give up my immortality for you," she suggested.

"What?" he nearly cried in shock. "Don't you dare!"

"We'll talk about it later," she replied. "You just hurry up with patrol so we can continue this argument at home…in bed…in private…naked."

"I love how you think," he murmured as he abruptly sat up and kissed her hard, stealing her breath and losing his own.

Retreating for air, Donna stood to her feet, offering him her hand. "Be safe."

"I will," he promised her, kissing her one last time before watching her take off.

Turning back to his city, Nightwing suddenly found it much harder to concentrate on his patrol than it had been before Donna showed up. With a sigh of reluctant acceptance, he forced himself to focus on the streets below, reminding himself that in a couple more hours, he could enjoy a very heated continuation of where he and his fiancé had just left off.

Gotham; June 3rd, 02:12 EST

Sienna Conti watched the fight taking place below, a dark glimmer in her green eyes. The fight club had been a huge success so far, drawing well-paying customers and bringing in far more money than she had dreamed. She was already beginning the process of scouting out other places to start up underground fight clubs in nearby towns.

She felt a sense of great satisfaction in the fact that she was so efficiently and effectively rebuilding the Falcone Empire in Gotham, an achievement that she was positive her father would even approve of. She mused over the fact that her father would be so proud of her if he was still alive.

Of course, it wasn't as if he'd ever cared about her when he had been alive. He had never once tried to make any sort of contact with her, never wrote her or attempted to even see her. It was as if the moment he'd finished having sex with her mother, he'd finished with his daughter as well. Well, she was going to make damn sure that everyone in the world knew who she was even if her own father never claimed her.

Gotham would soon learn the truth of her parentage, would know that she, Sienna Conti, was truly Sienna Conti Falcone. The biggest obstacles, however, still remained in the form of the Penguin and Batman. If she could just get both of them out of her way, then Gotham would truly be hers.

She'd already managed to establish herself as a prominent businesswoman in Gotham, rubbing elbows with the elite and making a name for herself in the year and a half that she had been here. Soon, she'll be known in the crime world as well.

Her fingers curled, her red nails digging into her palms and creating crescent moons in her skin as her heart began to hammer in her chest. The Penguin was going to pay dearly for setting her company on fire and burning it to the ground.

This turf war that was being waged between them was about to become an all out battle to the death if need be. She swore she was going to make Oswald Cobblepot's life a living nightmare if it was the last thing she ever did.

Killing Penguin off would be too easy and far too good for him. She wanted to make him suffer dearly, to make him to beg for death, but never allow it to come to him. She wanted him to be forced to watch as the precious empire that he'd built crumbled all around him, everything that he possessed slipping through his fingers. He'd fall to his knees in submission to her before all was said and done.

The best part of her fantasy, however, was that Bruce Wayne would be by her side, calling her his greatest love instead of that Amazon wench of his. The sooner Diana Wayne and his children were out of her way, the better. It felt like it was taking forever to work her way into his confidence, but it was finally starting to pay off.

The fact that Bruce was sharing his marriage troubles with her revealed just how much he was growing to trust her. He was relying on her as his confidant, divulging things to her that he normally wouldn't have in the past. She just needed to reel him in a little bit more, prove to him once and for all that she was everything that he needed and more.

She could do more for him than Diana could ever dream of, bringing him unbelievable pleasure the likes of which he's never known. She couldn't help but let her mind wander as she considered his handsome face, the chiseled jaw and the lips that she was aching to kiss. She longed to run her hands across his chest, the defined muscles that she could tell lay beneath the fabric of his shirt.

She could tell his physique was quite impressive, that he spent considerable time keeping in shape. It made her desire him all the more, made her that much more desperate to touch and explore that perfect build that tempted her every time she saw him. She could sense there was raw passion in him that he longed to unleash and she was desperate to be the one he unleashed it on.

Sienna forced her attention back to the scene below; wanting to make sure everything was flawless. She smiled to herself as she watched their prized fighter deliver one brutal blow after another, the roar of the crowd cheering him on and begging for more. The opponent had been as good as dead before he'd even stepped foot into that ring.

It never ceased to amaze her how many men in Gotham were arrogant or foolish enough to believe that they actually stood a chance. She had scoured high and low for their prized fighter to take on those who thought they actually had a chance to win. No one was going to be able to beat him.

She watched as the opponent went down, her fighter not letting up for one moment as he continued his vicious assault on the young man. The cheers of the crowd swelled as Cedro straightened up to his full, imposing height. He lifted his bloodied fists into the air in victory, a sneer on his lips as he fought to catch his breath.

A knock at the door interrupted her enjoyment, drawing her attention away from the victory below. "Enter," she ordered, turning to see who it was. A grim smile caused her lips to thin. "Are we prepared to move forward?"

"Yes," he responded. "Everything is ready for Friday night."

"Good," she responded with a nod of her head. "He deserves everything that's coming to him. Has Andres checked in yet?"

"No, haven't heard from him yet," Mason revealed, standing close to the doorway and his only visible means of escape. Even though she was a woman and he could probably take her in a fight, she had a volatile side that he'd witnessed before and never wanted to encounter again. "He's due to come in soon, though."

Sienna frowned with the information, wondering what was taking Andres so long. He should have been here by now. "Has Ray checked in yet? I'm going to need another fighter to take on Cedro next weekend."

"Yah," Mason replied, relieved to be able to deliver some good news. "He's got fighters set up for the next two weeks now. There's been a huge flood of guys coming through who want a chance at Cedro."

She mulled it over, something causing her a subtle sense of unease that she couldn't put her finger on. She had learned long ago to trust those little nagging feelings that periodically afflicted her. She was rarely wrong when she followed her instincts.

Before she could ask any more questions, Andres walked in, flashing her a suave smile. "Where have you been?" she demanded to know, a glower on her face.

"Taking care of business for you…like always," Andres told her, unruffled by her anger. He'd dealt with far worse than her while growing up in Columbia.

"How are things progressing with Diana Wayne?"

"Not as well as I'd like," he admitted, unbuttoning his suit jacket before sitting down on the leather couch. "She's rather hesitant. It's going to take some time for her to fully trust me and open up to me. Besides, I believe she's deeply in love with her husband. I don't see her giving that up any time soon for a meaningless fling."

"It's all just an act on her part," Sienna spat out, her voice dripping with disdain as she moved to the bar to pour herself a drink.

"What makes you think that?" he asked, intrigued.

"Let's just say that Bruce has confided in me," she triumphantly announced as she turned to face him, a smug smirk on her face.

"About?"

Sienna's grin grew wider as she took a sip of her drink. "I'm afraid I can't talk about it, but their marriage is definitely in trouble," she coyly replied. "You need to work harder at getting between her and Bruce."

"Don't fret, señorita," Andres told her, lighting a cigar. "I'll have her bedded before you know it."

"You'd better or I'll be forced to step in and help move things along," she threatened.

Andres's dark eyes narrowed as he tilted his head back and blew a thick cloud of smoke into the air. "I do not require any sort of help when it comes to women."

"We'll see about that, won't we?" she snapped.

"How's it going with Bruce Wayne?"

"Very well," she claimed. "He's beginning to trust me…considers me a good friend."

"Looks like you have a ways to go yourself," Andres noted with a smirk. "Would you like help moving things along with him?"

"I can handle Bruce Wayne myself," she spat out, leaning against the bar with her drink in hand. She was unamused with him turning her words back around on her like that.

"Do you really think you'll bed him before I bed Diana?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he stared her down.

"My part is going to take much longer if I want him to stay mine forever," she countered. "You, on the other hand, are only here to seduce Diana and help break up the marriage, not to hang around and win her heart."

"Diana Wayne is not my only reason for being here in Gotham and you know it," he coolly stated with his thick Columbian accent. "I'm not some gigolo you hired. We're partners in this whether you like or not, Sienna. I suggest that you not forget it."

"Don't remind me," she bit out, folding her arms against her chest as she glared daggers at him.

"You brought me in to help you take over Gotham," he reminded her. "We've been doing just that. Penguin is as good as gone."

"It doesn't feel like it," she snapped. "It wasn't your company that he burned to ashes."

"Penguin will get what he deserves soon enough," he reassured her. "In the meantime, we just need to focus on business as usual."

"And just what business were you taking care of that made you so late?" she demanded to know.

A smile spread across his handsome face, his eyes darkening. "I met with someone I think you might be interested in," he cryptically informed her.

She tilted her head, suspicious of what he had done without her knowledge or approval. "And just who might that be?"

"Two-Face," he revealed.

Gotham; June 3rd, 03:30 EST

They rode back through the streets of Gotham in mutual, obstinate silence—one locked in a dark, brooding mood that he refused to shake off, the other continually replaying every single event that had taken place tonight in hopes of figuring out why her partner was so angry.

Diana sat with her arms crossed tightly against the golden bat emblem emblazoned on her chest, her head turned to stare out the passenger window. She knew that he wouldn't talk to her about what was wrong until he was good and ready and that just might be…well, never. Trying to get him to talk before then was like trying to pick the locks to the Gates of Hades with a toothpick.

As much as she loved the man who had stolen her heart so many years ago, there were times when she wanted to throttle him and now was proving to be no different. She knew what he could be like at times when she'd married him. She fully accepted him and his countless issues that reared their ugly head when least expected. It was just that times like these made her seriously question her sanity in deciding to fall in love with him let alone marry him.

Of course, she knew that wasn't wholly true. She hadn't just decided to fall in love with Bruce. After her initial fascination with him with their first meeting, he had gradually gained her respect and admiration. Love just seemed to come so naturally after that, her heart soon occupied with nothing but him.

Despite his demons, she loved him deeply, had longed to show him that life could be so much more than what he believed it held in store for him. She had wanted him to know true love, to experience real hope and happiness for once in his life since losing his parents.

Since marrying, the moments of frustration were still there at times, but they had been coming less frequently, especially after Nicholas had been born. Unfortunately, over the last year, they seemed to be rising up again with increasing frequency. She had a feeling it was related to her being shot, but, every time she tried to get him to talk to her about it, he would just shut down and shut her out.

She just wished that he would talk to her about what was going on in that head of his, what had him so rattled lately. Just when she thought she was going to have to pin him up against the nearest cave wall and force him talk to her, he would do something sweet or completely un-Batman-like. It reminded her all over again why she'd fallen in love with him in the first place.

Diana closed her eyes and drew a deep, calming breath. She knew she needed to just lock away her anger and frustration with him for now and focus on the case. She was bound and determined to prove her worth to him out on patrol no matter how infuriating he could truly be. He was stubborn to a fault, but so was she.

Batman parked the Batmobile in a side street before exiting and securing the car, not even looking back to see if his new partner was following him. He was too on edge at that moment, his mind trying to reconcile everything that had happened so far tonight with her on patrol with him.

He needed to get this underground fight club shut down and fast before any more men lost their lives. His worries and apprehensions about his wife patrolling with him would have to be put on the back burner for now.

He knew that Diana was frustrated and confused and he could hardly blame her. She'd done a flawless job helping him so far tonight, efficiently and effectively ending a possibly deadly situation and he'd basically shut her out afterwards, refusing to even talk about it.

Deep down, he knew that he needed to talk to her, but he didn't want to…at least not until he'd had a chance to really think through it and come to terms with everything that was warring in his heart and mind. Right now, he needed to focus on Gotham, not his personal life.

They made their way down the empty street towards the back of the mom and pop store that had been for sale for eons, slipping like ghostly shadows through the night. Both continually assessed their surroundings, constantly checking for any signs of someone coming or going, wary of an impending attack.

Approaching the back of the store, an alley cat unexpectedly came out from under a bush, scampering across their path. It ran past them before ducking behind some empty boxes scattered around a dumpster. Diana scowled in annoyance as she followed her partner to the store, irritated with herself for allowing a stupid cat to briefly startle her.

She knew she needed to relax and allow the warrior mindset to take over like she'd been trained to do. It was far more than difficult than she had anticipated, especially when she was in Gotham playing by Batman's rules. She had to remind herself that she wasn't truly Wonder Woman here. She was in Gotham as Batwoman, following his instructions and trying to adapt to a whole different persona that she was still trying to grow accustomed to. It was proving harder than she had anticipated.

Her every instinct told her to break down the door, race in and find what they were looking for. Here…now, it was Batman's rulebook and his rulebook dictated that they stayed in the shadows and observed, to enter with caution and hold the element of surprise if necessary.

It was beginning to drive her crazy. She was itching for another fight, especially since Bruce refused to talk to her. Her anger was simmering just beneath the surface and begging for release, preferably with her fists if she had her choice.

Batman pressed his back against the wall as he peered through the dirt-streaked window, sensing Diana's anxious anticipation and nervous energy. If he valued his life at all, he knew that he was going to have to let her beat down a criminal or two before they returned home tonight. Otherwise, he might be on the receiving end of her aggression despite the fact that he fully deserved it and was the source of it. He just didn't have time right now to be in a body cast for the next two months, not with the trouble that the Penguin and Conti were both causing.

Peering inside, he found it very dark inside, no movement that he could detect from his position. They needed to get inside to see what they could find here. Checking the handle to find it locked, he withdrew his trusty pick from his utility belt, the soft sound of the lock clicking open filling the still night air. Diana just shook her head in amazement as she watched him work.

"What?" he whispered with a frown as he tucked his pick back into his belt.

"You did that a little too easily," she whispered back. "It's almost scary."

He just glared at her as he pushed the door open. It was a relatively good sign that she was teasing him despite her anger and frustration with him. Entering, he found the place to be eerily quiet, no lights on and trash littering the floor. The lingering scent of cigarette smoke and marijuana filled the air as well as a cheap knock-off of men's cologne.

Someone had been here fairly recently, giving him hope that Ramirez's information was solid. If it wasn't, he'd hunt Ramirez down and make him wish that he'd told him the truth in the first place as he ate through a straw for the next three months.

"See what you can find," he softly told her. "Be careful. Someone could be hiding out in here somewhere. There could also be a trap."

Diana didn't bother answering. It was foolish of him to even bring it up in the first place. She wasn't a kindergartner on her first day of school. Not only was she highly trained in several forms of martial arts and fighting skills, but she'd been on enough missions with Batman in the League to know what to look for and how to look for it.

She muttered Greek curses under her breath as she followed him through what used to be a storehouse for supplies. She was seriously wondering what she was doing out here putting up with his crap when she could be at home in bed. Obviously, he was doing it to her on purpose, trying to get under her skin so she'd quit, but that was not going to happen.

Two could play at this game.

"I'm going to look over here," she murmured, turning to her right. "Call me if you need me to come save you."

Batman looked sharply to his right as his princess stormed off towards another room, her comment earning a low growl. He didn't need help and he certainly didn't need rescuing. He was Batman. He didn't require saving by anyone.

He knew that he was really pushing her buttons tonight and fully deserved any repercussions that might arise from that button pushing. He felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that she only wanted to be out here with him on patrol, helping him in his mission to clean up Gotham. He should be grateful to have a wife who loved him so deeply that she wanted to be a part of every aspect of his life, a woman who fully understood him and his need to keep a promise made at his parents' grave.

She was the only woman in the whole world who, instead of asking him to give up the cape cowl, would don one of her own and join him in the fight. He released a frustrated breath, knowing that he'd been a complete ass tonight, making her first night more difficult than it had needed to be. He was going to have to make it up to her somehow.

He couldn't let go of his fears, though. Sienna's resurgence in the last few months after laying low for so long only added to his panic and paranoia. He couldn't go through what happened last year ever again. He wouldn't survive it.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to find Batwoman entering the front section of the store, her hands on her hips. Her stance told him that she hadn't found anything worthwhile. Just as he was about to turn around, he caught a flicker of movement behind her, his hand going for a batarang just as he was about to yell for her to get down.

A large man suddenly came out of nowhere, jumping Diana from behind. His thick arms wrapped around her neck, trying to strangle her. The man didn't stand a chance. Even without using her meta strength, Diana easily grabbed hold of his arms around her neck and flipped him over her shoulder. The unknown man landed with a loud thud on the wooden floor at her feet, a look of stunned disbelief on his face.

Before he could make a move, Batwoman had her boot on his chest, the heel digging sharply into his sternum, but not quite enough to crack it. "Who are you?" she demanded, leaning down to glare at him.

"I…I don't know nothing…I…I swear!" he stammered, his face paling in the shaft of moonlight cutting through a nearby window as he stared up at the intimidating form standing over him.

"Somehow I'm not quite buying that answer," she calmly responded, leaning down a little further while making sure her heel dug in little deeper.

He gasped sharply, his face scrunching into a painful wince. His eyes began to water from the pain he was no doubt feeling as Batman crouched beside him. "I'd start talking now if you don't want a hole in your chest," he told him.

"You…you wouldn't," he uttered with another gasp.

"Try me," she hissed as she leaned in until they were almost nose to nose. "This is my first night. I'm not actually sure what I'm capable of just yet."

"Look, I don't know nothing," he swore, holding up his hands in defense. "I just came back here because I couldn't find my cell phone. I heard someone coming in so I hid in the closest."

"And then you decided to jump me from behind and strangle me?" Diana questioned him.

"Yah…I mean no…I mean…" the man stammered again. "I just didn't know it was Batman and Bat…what are you?"

"Batwoman," she stated. "You better learn it and learn it well because I'm not going anywhere."

"Yah…you got it, Batwoman," he assured her with a frantic nod of his head, his gaze roaming over her perfect costumed form. "I'll never ever forget you…believe me."

"Who are you and who do you work for?" Batman demanded to know, becoming bored with this conversation and not liking the way that man was intently staring at his wife.

"I'm Caesar. I work for Sammy," he told them.

Batman inched a little closer, his lips twisting into a snarl. "Where is Ray?"

"He ain't here…I swear," Caesar stated, sweat beading on his fat face. "I don't know where he went."

"Somehow, I'm not quite sure I believe you," Batman replied, growing impatient. "I want to know everything about Ray and don't leave a single detail out."

A/N: I have to say I love writing Batman and Batwoman in action together. There will definitely be a lot more of them in upcoming chapters.

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