Dark eyes stared into a mirror as hazelnut colored hands brushed through straightened ebony locks. She was in a large room in a large manor and her body was adorned by a black nightie. Her lips were pursed in thought and as her supposed lover came up behind her, she smiled. He pressed a kiss to the back of her head to say goodbye and then he was off to work.

As soon as he left the room, her smile dropped and her lips were pursed once more. She put her brush down and examined herself in the mirror.

Since she had awoken from her induced coma, she had admittedly been suffering from a sort of body dysmorphia. She didn't recognize herself at all. It was a blessing and a curse; she could remove herself from her body and that would likely come in handy.

Carmen cleared her throat and left the vanity, instead going to get dressed. She wanted comfort and none of the clothes were giving her that, with the short skirts and mini dresses. So she threw on a pair of jeans and a white shirt, a pink leather jacket over it. She put fancy booties on her feet. Pushing her hair back into a ponytail, she grabbed a purse and put her belongings in it, furrowing her brows at her license.

The smoldering woman in the photo was unfamiliar.

Getting her phone from the nightstand, she walked down the long hallway and then trotted down the stairs. "I'm going shopping Alfred." She shouted to her only friend, taking out the keys to her red corvette. After a few lessons from Alfred, she was back to her old terrible driving.

Carmen put shades over her eyes and pulled out of the long driveway, closing the gate behind her. Wayne Manor was a fortress, it was for her own safety.

She pulled into the city in no time, stopping at a department store. She gave her keys to the valet and entered the store, being greeted immediately.

"Ms. Andrews!" A saleswoman greeted, "Your husband told us you would be shopping today!"

"Boyfriend." Carmen muttered under her breath, slipping the shades into her hair. She still fakely smiled, allowing the saleswoman to lead her to a private room. She sat down on the plush armchair and sat back, waiting for the new arrivals.

Outfits were chosen for her from the runway and she watched with pursed lips as they were modeled. She could either buy them or not.

The pros of belonging to a Wayne.

"I don't like any of it." Carmen spoke evenly as the saleswoman's face cracked, "If you don't mind I'd like to look for myself." With another fake smile, she got up from the armchair and grabbed her purse. She walked out to the racks and took no time to sweep between the clothes.

Rack after rack, dress after dress, she picked out new articles to hang in her closet. A lackey followed behind her to carry all of her clothes and when she was finished, she slid the black American Express across the counter and asked the store to hold her bags for her as she took a stroll around the city.

The sun was high as Carmen made her way down the sidewalk, a black coffee in her hand. The air was fresh and she welcomed it into her lungs, loving the change of scenery the city granted her. She took a sip of her coffee but stopped her promenade as she saw a little bookshop. Finishing up her cup, she threw it in the trash and walked inside.

Chewing on her lip, she pushed her shades into her hair and smiled at the shopkeep, walking through the aisles. As she neared the back of the shop, she saw a shelf full of journals. Thinking nothing of it, she grabbed a dark ivy colored book with sepia pages and flipped through it, deciding she wanted it. She walked to the front of the store and paid for it with cash, nodding to the owner as she slipped her shades back onto her eyes and left the store.

Her head was down most of the way back to the department store and she did not notice when a woman was walking toward her. The two collided and Carmen gasped, putting the book in her purse as she knelt to help the blonde up.

"I'm so sorry." The rich woman murmured, her eyes soft. She took her glasses off her eyes and was taken back at how the woman was staring.

"I-I-It's you!" The blonde snapped, shaking as she took a step back.

"I'm sorry?" Carmen replied, clutching her purse to her, "Do you know me?"

"Yeah I know you!" She snapped again, sneering at the ebony woman. "You too good to remember me, huh?"

"I don't…" Carmen muttered, raising her hands in the air, "I'm sorry I was in an accident and I…"

"I'm supposed to believe that?!"

"Look lady, you don't have to believe anything but it's the truth." Carmen sneered back, staring harshly into the woman's blue eyes. "Now please get out my way." She shoulder checked the blonde and tugged her purse tightly to her, stomping her way back to the department store. Her car was loaded up and waiting for her out front and she tipped the valet before getting inside.

The blonde woman with the clear blue eyes was on her mind the whole ride home. As she stopped for a light, she saw how empty the park was and turned on her signal, taking the turn to park on the street. She got out of the car and shut the door behind her, locking it as she walked into the park. She looked around at the colors of autumn and smiled smally, taking a seat on a bench.

Carmen watched the mothers and nannies of Gotham pushing their children in strollers and the joggers going around the paths and sighed. The city was very pretty, prettier than the Greenville country town she was accustomed to. She couldn't say she missed New Hampshire at all, not the farm, not Sam, not anything.

Biting her lip, she took out her new journal and looked down at the empty pages. Sighing, she took a pen from her purse and wrote her name on the first page, before crossing it out.

'Property of a Lost Girl'

She wrote instead.

'I don't know when I was born but it was in a jail to an inmate. They told me her name was Diamond.'

After staring at that first sentence for a long time, she turned the page and wrote all of what Bruce had told her so far about her life. Then on a third page, she wrote down the random memories that had popped into her head. Like the rooftop sunset and the smell of cigarettes, though Bruce insisted that she didn't smoke, and bright blue eyes.

Those eyes… She saw everything in those bright blue eyes.

Sharp barking brought her out of her thoughts and she looked up to see a pomeranian running toward her. She put her journal away right as the dog tried to hop in her lap. Laughing loudly, she reached down and patted the pup, cooing at it. "Hello baby." She muttered with a grin.

A burly man came running a few moments later, a sheepish look on his face that was partly covered by aviators. Carmen lifted the dog to her lap and continued to pamper it, the pup licking at her face.

"I'm sorry about that ma'am." The man rubbed his neck sheepishly and as Carmen looked up with a smile, he visibly froze.

"It's okay. What's his name?"

The man swallowed and slowly took his glasses off, his eyes narrowed and scrutinizing as he gave her a once over. His eyes were a very pretty green, Carmen couldn't help but notice. "It's, uh," He choked, clearing his throat after, "It's Fendi."

"Fendi?" Carmen scrunched her nose at the name, laughing, "What a silly name for a dog."

"That's what I said." The man chuckled uneasily, sliding his hands into his suit pockets. "But my girl, she…" His words trailed as Carmen took off her glasses to see him better.

"Yeah?" The woman urged him to continue.

"Well she liked brand names, said since he was a purebreed, he was a designer pup."

Carmen mouth dropped and she scoffed as she looked down at the dog, "That's awful."

The man shrugged, "I thought it was funny. Mind if I sit?"

The pretty girl shook her head and moved her purse to the other side, scooting over. Fendi nuzzled into her and yipped happily, still trying to lick sloppily at her face.

"He seems to like you..." The man trailed, wanting her to fill in the blank.

"Carmen." The woman smiled largely, holding out her hand, "Carmen Andrews."

"Carmen." He repeated, a strange look on his face. "My name's Johnny...I just-!" He stopped himself short, clearing his throat, "You just remind me of a girl I knew…"

"Really?" Carmen questioned, running her nails through Fendi's coat, "What was her name?"

"I called her jewels." Johnny replied, searching her face again, "But her name was Baby."

Carmen hummed, furrowing her brows, "That's an odd name."

"Yeah." Johnny choked out, discreetly looking at her neck when she turned away. The woman turned back to him with pursed lips.

"Um," She muttered, placing the pup into the man's lap, much to the chagrin of Fendi, "I have to meet my boyfriend for lunch." She got up from the bench and shrugged her purse onto her shoulder, "It was nice meeting you, Johnny." She gave him a smile and turned around, frowning once she was away from him.

What a creep.

Carmen got into her car and locked the doors around her, taking no time in pulling away from the park. She raced home and when she pulled up to the large manor, Bruce's car was parked in front of the door. She sighed and got out of her car, getting her bags from the trunk. As soon as she walked into the door, the bags were taken from her by Alfred.

"Thank you." She smiled, going into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before going upstairs. She padded her way to the study and found Bruce there as always, typing away on his computer. When he saw her, he stopped.

"You're home early." Carmen noted behind her glass. She walked up to his desk and he swooped her in his arms, sitting her on his lap.

"It's easy to slip away when you're the owner of a company." Bruce smiled at her, nuzzling his nose against her ear. Carmen chewed her lip and held in a smile, taking a sip of her water. "I also have a surprise for you, if you're up for it."

"A surprise?"

Bruce hummed and laced his fingers with hers, pressing his lips against her hand. "There's a party tonight and they want me to attend."

"That's not much of a surprise." Carmen quipped, feeling him smile against her skin.

"I want you to come with me." The Wayne murmured and she blanched, shaking her head.

"No." The woman answered quickly, "I've never… Are you sure?"

"Why not?" Bruce retorted with a smile, "Why wouldn't I want to bring the love of my life with me?"

"Bruce," Carmen breathed, biting her lip, "Nobody knows. What will they… I'm just a country bumpkin I don't belong in that environment, I don't even know what fork to use."

"I'll teach you." He promised, rubbing her waist. "About the forks… I'm not sure about the spoons, myself."

"Shut up." Carmen murmured, hitting his chest. "You do, too."

"Yeah, I do." Bruce admitted, chuckling with a smirk, "Will you come?"

"Okay."

As if he already knew she would say yes, a few hours later a team of makeup artists, hair stylists, and a stylist had arrived to the house. Oddly enough, as she was getting pampered by the team, it felt oddly familiar to her. She made a mental note to write the experience down in her journal.

When all was said and done, Carmen was draped in gold and her hair was piled upon her head. Chandeliers hung from her ears and a thin bracelet was around her wrist.

As finishing touches were placed on her look, the beauty couldn't stop staring at her reflection. She was glamorous, a person she could've only dreamed of being. She looked like the smoldering woman in her license photo. Smiling graciously, she was helped off the podium she stood on, nodding to the team.

From the look on Bruce's face as she sauntered down the stairs, she guessed he recognized this woman she had turned into.

"Still nervous?" The Wayne asked as he offered his arm to her.

"Extremely." Carmen muttered back, looping her arm through his. They began to walk to the townecar that they were to arrive in and Alfred opened the door for them. She slid in first and Bruce after her.

"You look beautiful," Bruce murmured, placing a hand on the skin exposed by a slit in her skirt. "Like your old self."

"Thank you." Carmen smiled, just a slight upward tilt of her lips, before turning to watch Wayne manor pass by.

The ride was mostly silent and truthfully, Carmen was in her head. The only thing that kept her from floating completely away was Bruce's thumb rubbing against her knee. It seemed like just minutes later, the car was pulling up to flashing lights and a long red carpet.

Carmen's breath caught and her eyes went from the sight to Bruce's eyes. He smiled tightly at her and patted her knee, as the door was opened.

"Follow my lead."

In a moment, she was thrown in the middle of a warzone. Lights flashed endlessly as Bruce rested a hand at the small of her back. A white wall with the Wayne logo on it was the backdrop of the carpet and reports shouted for her partner from behind the press line.

Not knowing what else to do, Carmen copied the face she saw earlier on her license; her lips slightly pursed, her dark eyes deep, her chin down and a slight tilt in her brow.

"Look over here, beautiful!" Carmen blinked her eyes over to the voice and the flashes went wild, snapping even more. From that point on, it was if she was on autopilot. She batted her long lashes and threw in an occasional smirk, the photogs loving what they saw.

Bruce lead her to a brunette reporter with a large smile, as she kept calling his name. "Mister Wayne! It must be such an honor to be presented with a humanitarian award at such a young age!"

"It is very flattering, but I'm just happy that I have the ability to help." Bruce replied with a crooked smile as Carmen's mind drifted again and she found herself thinking about the man at the park.

He was acting so odd. Did he know her?

"I also can't help but notice you brought a date this time!"

A hand squeezing her waist made her blink back to reality and she smiled smally at the reporter. "I thought it would be a good time to introduce my girlfriend Carmen Andrews to the world. It's actually been three years but, we agreed to keep it quiet." Bruce spoke for her and she nodded silently.

"Well," The reporter beamed looking at Carmen, "You're just stunning. Who are you wearing?"

"Yves Saint Laurent." Carmen breathed, her deep voice sounding sultry to her own ears.

"Lovely, well thank you for the exclusive, Mister Wayne."

Bruce nodded with a smile and pressed his lips against Carmen's temple for one last picture, then led her into the venue.

Across Gotham, in a club where the music was much too loud, a clown sat in his on his throne. His steel blue eyes were glaring daggers at a leggy blonde.

"I'm tellin' ya," The disgraced doctor urged, a pout on her lips, "I saw her with my own eyes, it was Baby! She said she didn't know me and I thought she was just lying but her eyes… Anyways, it was her!"

The clown prince of crime clenched his jaw and not saying anything for a moment. "I should slit your throat." He muttered, before leaning back in his chair, "I should bust your pretty knee caps and cut off your thumbs. I should rip your hair out of your head piece by piece."

"I'm not lying!" The blonde protested loudly, "I have no reason to!"

"Why the fuck would she turn up in Gotham an entire year later?" The Joker snarled, banging his fists on his desk. "You expect me to believe she's been living here the entire time?"

"I don't know!" The woman yelled back, "But I wanted to tell ya! I know how hurt you've been-!"

"Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out." The clown snapped, turning his chair around. "NOW." He heard the door close after a moment and got out of his chair, pushing it over. He ran a hand through his green locks and sneered, cursing.

"She's fucking lying." He muttered to himself, "She's a fucking liar." He hissed, punching the wall. "She wouldn't… She wouldn't have left me."

The pale man's head whipped around at the sound of a knock at his door. He whipped his nose and cracked his neck, walking to the door. He opened it slightly and saw his right hand man. "What?" He snapped, glaring.

"Boss," Johnny Frost swallowed, his voice barely audible around the thumping music, "You need to see this."

The clown sneered for a moment more before letting him in, closing the door behind the henchman. Silently, he was handed a tablet with a video paused on it. He looked at Johnny, but the burly man said nothing. Rolling his eyes, the clown pressed play.

"Another fantastic event by Wayne Enterprises, but instead of being thrown by Bruce Wayne, it's to honor him! He's humanitarian of the year and everyone has come out to congratulate him-! Here he is now!" The camera panned to the Wayne with a woman on his arm.

The clown's blood ran cold.

"I thought it would be a good time to introduce my girlfriend Carmen Andrews to the world. It's actually been three years but, we agreed to keep it quiet." The bastard smiled but he could not keep his eyes off of the woman.

Her eyes were the same eyes he used to wake up to, though they looked distant and lost. But it couldn't be...

"Who are you wearing?"

The woman's lips parted and all doubt was erased when her warm voice replied, "Yves Saint Laurent."

The Joker closed his eyes and deeply exhaled, his teeth clenched. He threw the tablet on the ground and hissed, his mind going a million miles an hour until… it wasn't. An odd calm washed over his body and his face blanked. "Leave."

"But boss-!"

A single look shut Frost up and he left immediately. His blue eyes blinked to the shattered tablet, the cracked glass still paused at Baby's picture. Her dark brown eyes stared up at him and a slow, cruel smile spread over his face.

"Oh Baby," He murmured, falling to his knees and picking up the tablet. "I finally found you."

(A/N: Any questions can be directed toward by fanfiction tumblr; DeePett. I'm more likely to answer there than on here, truthfully.)