Lizzie started awake as her cell phone started ringing. Bruce just groaned and buried his head in his pillow. She slowly wriggled out from under his arm and tiptoed to her purse. She quickly located her phone and groaned at the name she saw on the caller ID.

"Hi, Uncle Jim," she said quietly. "Did you need something?"

"Lizzie, it's nearly 10:30. Were you still in bed?" he asked her.

"Yes," she answered honestly.

"Alone?"

"That's none of your business."

"Lizzie, don't you think you're taking this a little fast?"

"Me? You're the one who asked Aunt Barbara to marry you on your first date," she told him.

"I was kidding," Jim defended.

"She still said yes and you married her two months later," Lizzie retorted. "Please don't tell me you actually called me to lecture me about my relationship choices again?"

"Actually, I called to talk to you about Jonathan Crane."

A chill went up Lizzie's spine. "Why would you want to talk to me about him? He's in prison, isn't he?"

"He escaped last night," Jim told her.

Lizzie glanced over to a peacefully sleeping Bruce. That's what he'd been doing last night. He was putting the Scarecrow back behind bars.

"I'm sure Batman returned him to you quickly," she said into the phone.

"How did you—Never mind, it's irrelevant, but he wants to talk to you, and I thought I'd ask you why before he talks me in circles about it," Jim explained.

Lizzie's mouth dropped open and all of the air seemed to have evacuated her lungs. She vigorously shook her head even though her godfather couldn't see her. "I don't want to talk to him," she said firmly.

"Lizzie, if you talk to him we might be able to get something useful out of him," Jim said persuasively.

"No," Lizzie reiterated more loudly that she meant to.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked groggily.

She held a finger up to her mouth to quiet him while she said, "There's no way I'm doing that. Not for you, not for anybody."

"Okay, Lizzie, I'm sorry," Jim told her. "I shouldn't have asked. Don't be a stranger to us even though you've got a boyfriend now. If he can come condescend to eat with us poor folk, you should bring him to dinner sometime."

Lizzie smiled and nodded. "I'll do that, Uncle Jim. Bye."

She dropped her phone into her purse and turned back toward Bruce, who was sitting up with his arms crossing his bare chest. She sighed and said, "Did I wake you up?"

"Yes," he answered. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

She crawled into the bed next him and he put his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.

"It was nothing. I get into arguments with Uncle Jim all the time," she said.

"What aren't you going to do for him?" Bruce asked her.

"Oh, he wanted me to apologize for something I said to Anna Ramirez the other day," Lizzie lied.

"What did you say to her?"

"I may have called her a murdering bitch when she was still close enough to hear me," Lizzie answered.

Bruce laughed. "You're insane," he told her.

"Says the man who crawls along rooftops wearing a cape and a mask," she returned.

"Hey, I'm not going around openly insulting women who carry guns."

Lizzie giggled. She sat up so she could look him in the face and said, "You don't blame her for what happened to Rachel?"

Bruce shifted uncomfortably as he considered his answer. "No," he said finally. "She didn't help, obviously, but it wasn't her fault."

"It wasn't your fault either," Lizzie told him as she brushed away a tear falling down his cheek.

"That's not what Harvey thought."

"Dent was an asshole."

Bruce couldn't help but smile at her confrontational tone. "You're very judgmental," he told her.

"I'm cynical too, don't forget that," she said, repeating his own words to him.

"You're not cynical," he told her as he moved to face her. "If you were truly cynical, you wouldn't have given me a chance."

Lizzie smiled as she started to slide beneath the covers. "Well, dozens of roses, and tulips, and calla lilies really helped."

"Is that the only reason you slept with me?" he asked teasingly.

"Well, you also gave me a theatre."

"Oh, right, I forgot about that."

"And, you know, there are benefits to sleeping with you," she said, her tone still joking. "This mattress is doing wonders for my back."

"Uh-huh."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to where it was only inches from hers. "The company's not bad either," she whispered.

He kissed her and started undoing the few buttons on the shirt she wore. He stopped abruptly when he heard the door open.

"Alfred, what the—"

"Master Wayne, you're needed at Wayne Enterprises right away," Alfred told him, his face grim. "The police just found a body in the river. It's Imelda."

A/N: Yes, I know that was short, but that just seemed like the natural place to end it. And I packed a couple of unexpected twists in (I hope). Stay tuned for more! P.S. Reviewers rock the world!