Amee's POV

Monday came, and even though it had only been one night since I'd found out about Batman's disappearance, it felt like years since he'd flown the dark sky. Lynn and I could see the panic on normal peoples' faces as we walked to work. Everyone was harrying, trying to get home fast.

"This is awful…" I said as an older woman bustled past.

"It is." Lynn said, voice filled with animosity. "But we'll help."

"We can't do it all…" I whispered.

"Neither could he."

"But this was his city. He knew it better. He knew the people, the offenders…"

"Oh, shut up. You're only defending him because you have a crush on him."

I looked at her angrily "Not only is that none of your business, but you're wrong. I 'have a crush' on Bruce."

I shoved past her, walking faster. I reached the hospital first, and didn't see her again, and soon, lunch was nearing. I had a feeling we would not be dining together though.

My lunch hour was half over, and I had stayed in my office working on charts I was behind on. I was depressed, stressed out, and I wanted to go home

I sighed, putting down my pen and putting my head in my hands, closing my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

My head shot up at Bruce's voice, half of me amazed that I could already recognize it so well and half of me ecstatic to see him. Other than an Advil, this was probably all that could have made me feel better.

I smiled weakly, suddenly tired. "Hi. And yes, I'm sort of okay."

"Sort of okay?"

He came around my desk as I stood, looking and talking to me eye to eye. He clanked at my clock, then looked confusedly at me. "Have you eaten?"

I shook my head. "But I'll be fine."

"No. Let me take you somewhere." He looked at my tired eyes. "Nothing big."

I gestured to my office. "I have to work."

"I'll see that the Dean excuses you, with pay." He assured me.

I looked at him thoughtfully, gauging how serious he was. Then, finally, I nodded in defeat. "All right."

I slipped out of my lab coat and grabbed my bag, turning out the light before I shut the door.

As we entered the elevator, he pressed the down button with his right hand…and took my hand with his left.

A chill ran up my spine, and my heart fluttered, my empty stomach now full of butterflies. I could feel his eyes on me and I hesitantly looked back. He seemed sure of himself, as though he'd known I'd like it. Yet, ever the gentlemen, he asked anyway.

"Do you mind?"

I shook my head dazedly, then the elevator doors opened.

The horses stared openly as we passed, and I blushed with pleasure. Of course they were jealous, they should be. For once, the man was holding my hand, and I wasn't the one staring.