I realized I forgot to credit who suggested last chapter. It was a guest, possibly the same that suggested this! Season two premiere is tonight, it's going to be epic!

"Okay, I think this is a pretty good speech." Bruce smiled, holding up his final draft.

Cat snatched it out of his hands and skimmed through it with a grin, "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Dear Diary,

I really couldn't sleep last night. Every now and then, Master Bruce would pop into my bedroom wondering where Miss Kyle had disappeared to. Apparently, she had been gone all night, and Master Bruce had torn up the house looking for her. It was finally morning when we all dragged ourselves out of bed and noticed Master Bruce wearily searching the basement for Miss Kyle.

I went to the front door and called Master Bruce when I finally saw Miss Kyle hiding at the top of a tree. He rushed over in glee and relief, calling to her at the bottom of the tree.

"Miss Kyle, what are you doing up there?" I yelled.

"You know." She whimpered. "Just hanging around."

I sighed, "Just get your ass down from there."

"I can't!"

I looked back at Master Bruce, who crossed his arms and sighed, "Selina, are you stuck?"

There was a long, silent pause, and Miss Kyle slowly and quietly said, "Maybe."

"Selina, just climb down. You've climbed down buildings before!"

"Those were buildings! I'm not climbing down a tree."

I heard Mister Kerr sneer behind me and he shoved Master Bruce to the side, holding his arms out under the tree. "Fine, just let go and I'll catch you."

Miss Kyle hovered for a while, and finally let go of the branch. At the last second, Mister Kerr pulled his arms out from under her, making her fall to the ground with a thud and a loud moan, while Mister Kerr grinned, "Well, we had to get her down."

Master Bruce helped Miss Kyle off the ground with a smile, as Miss Kyle groaned in pain and glared angrily at Mister Kerr. She appeared to be wearing a tiara and a necklace, with black gloves and a camera around her neck.

"Where did you get all that stuff?" Master Bruce asked.

All the memories suddenly came back to me. "I remember now." I said, gaining the kids' attention. "When Master Bruce was a child, he was very rambunctious and liked to break things, so his parents kept a bunch of stuff up that tree to Master Bruce couldn't play with them. They must have forgotten about them."

Mister Kerr took off his old black tuxedo top and put on one of Thomas Wayne's purple tuxedo tops that fell out of the tree. His eyes turned to the camera around Miss Kyle's neck with a grin, and I started to run back into the house before he could do something.

"Hey, Alfred?" he said. "Can I have the camera?"

I sighed, not wanting any business with him. "Why do want the camera?"

"A lot of people don't know this, but I like taking pictures!" Without waiting for me to respond, he ran back into the house with the camera, laughing evilly and making me consider calling Arkham Asylum on him. Miss Kyle brushed herself off and said, "If he gets to keep the camera, can I keep the tiara?"

I just sighed and turned back to go into the house, hearing Miss Kyle behind my back saying, "I am Princess Cat! I command you, Bruce Wayne, to lie down so I can rub your belly!"

Mister Kerr and Miss Quinzel were gone for the rest of the day, and frankly, I really didn't care where they were. Miss Kyle appeared to be having fun playing princess, and was now decked out in a glittering silver gown, holding a gold cane she found and making Master Bruce hold the back of the skirt while she skipped around.

Mister Kerr finally came booming through the front door at the end of the day wearing a Hawaiian shirt and purple sunhat with the camera around his neck.

"I'm back!" he cackled. "Who wants to see the pictures I took today?"

"Why are you wearing that getup?" I asked.

"Your credit card isn't very hard to find, Old Man. Now come on and gather around so Uncle J can share his photos!"

We all reluctantly stood around the couch, Mister Kerr spreading his new photos out on the coffee table. Slowly, he started to comment on each one.

He pointed to the first series, taken in my bedroom. "This is where Alfred was sleeping and we took pictures with every piece of furniture in his bedroom!" Mister Kerr cackled, showing me the hundred pictures he took of the clothing and furniture in my bedroom. I tried to ignore him, but I would have to check my bedroom later.

Mister Kerr continued on to point to some photos of policemen. "These are from when we went to the GCPD and took photos of every policeman there. Bullock chased us out, so we broke into his apartment and took pictures with every piece of clothing and furniture he had! Gotta mail that to him later."

Miss Quinzel held up some of her photos. "Here are the photos from when we told Falcone that Maroni was surrendering to him. I think we started a war or something." I looked at the picture, and it showed Don Falcone with Penguin, Zsasz, and Mister Gilzean sharing drinks, laughing, and mutilating a cardboard cut-out of Don Maroni.

"And here's when we told Maroni that Falcone was surrendering to him!" Mister Kerr grinned, holding up a photo of Don Maroni with Tommy Bones, Commissioner Loeb, and Frankie Carbone sharing drinks, laughing, and kissing a cardboard cut-out of Don Falcone."

"And here's when we told Ed that Kristen Kringle wanted to go out with him." Miss Quinzel sighed. "I think he went a little crazy when he found out we were lying."

Mister Kerr held up a series of photos. "And here are some photos of a girl I shot in the spine!"

We all gasped for a minute until he sighed, "Yeah, water guns are fun."

Miss Kyle, curled up in Master Bruce's lap, finally got tired. "Bruce, I'm tired. Carry me up to my room."

Knowing Master Bruce's arms, I wasn't surprised when he froze and started stuttering.

"Don't doubt your princess." Miss Kyle glared with a mischievous grin.

Master Bruce swallowed the lump in his throat and lifted Miss Kyle with great difficulty, slowly carrying her up the stairs, panting heavily and sweating.

"Mister Kerr?" I asked. "Are those all the photos you took?"

"Nope." He grinned. "I left the camera on a timer in Cat's bedroom. It's ready to capture exactly what she and Bruce do in there at night."

I'm noticing from the reviews that you guys are really keen on Joker easter eggs, which I love because it means I'm not the only nerd. I did do a Killing Joke based story earlier called Bruce Wayne: One Bad Day which you should definitely check out, but it just felt like a good day to publish this!