THIS CHAPTER WAS UPDATED AND PROOFREAD FOR TYPOS, GRAMMAR, AND PLOT/TIMELINE ISSUES AS OF 7/17/2020

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Anslee had made it to the sidewalk in front of Rachel's building where she began her trek towards their apartment building a few blocks away. It was only about a fifteen minute walk to their home. It was a route she'd known like the back of her hand, even if she did have a few shortcuts here and there that Rachel didn't have to know about. Whatever got her home the quickest, Anslee always said.

It was no lie that the streets of Gotham did irk the teenager at night, but she always kept her head up and did her best to not look frightened when she passed some questionable looking people on the sidewalks. Even now as she was about ten minutes into the walk she was less than a block from the apartment when she was about to turn the corner and she realized she had left her book bag in the chair at Rachel's office. She had felt incredibly dumb in doing so considering that was her reason for going back to the apartment besides the fact that she needed to change her clothes. Ans sighed to herself as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to call Rachel and ask her if she could just bring it with them when they were to meet at the restaurant.

As she dialed the number, she hadn't noticed that a street dweller of reasonable build, clad in rags that were threadbare, was making his way towards her, a steady pace as he seemed to walk nonchalantly. It wasn't until she had put the phone to her ear after hitting the call button had she noticed the man walking towards her. The teen rolled her eyes and turned away from him, hoping to send the message she wasn't to be harassed. That message hadn't seemed to get across quite well.

The phone beeped once in her ear and the man spoke, "What's a fine piece of ass like yourself doing out here on these streets? You're not one of the streetwalkers, too modest for that," he spoke as he circled her, to the point of where she was facing him.

Another beep.

Anslee had tried to ignore him, not wanting to antagonize the situation and make this worse on herself, he still hadn't seemed to understand she wanted to be left alone. "Excuse me, I'm talking to you!" the guy spoke a little louder as a frown formed on his lips.

Another beep.

It was evident at this point she wasn't going to get out of this quietly, "Sir, I don't want any trouble I'm just trying to get home," she spoke in a worried tone as she silently prayed for Rachel to pick up the phone. "Home? Oh no, once you encounter people like us, you don't go home without a scratch," he growled back as he slowly inched a gun out of his pocket of his ragged clothing. Anslee's heart skipped a beat.

"You don't have to do this, sir," she spoke in a shaky tone

One last beep sounded in her ear before he lunged at her and they both went sprawling on the pavement. Her phone was knocked out of her hand a few feet away while it still beeped, awaiting Rachel's answer.

An instant pain shot up Anslee's arm and the side of her head as they made contact with the wet ground. The brunette groaned, but mustered the strength to pull herself to her feet, despite the spinning in her head. She looked around dazedly for the glowing screen of her phone, hoping maybe Rachel had picked up and was there on the other end of the line to hear Anslee cry for help if she were to. But the man was quick to his feet and followed her as she searched for the device.

She had only made it a few feet when he grabbed her arm and swung her in the direction of the nearest brick wall building. Upon contact she felt another sharp pain to her head take over. Anslee slid on the side of the building and to the ground, barely sitting up against the building. She felt a warm and sticky substance make its way down the side of her face. She reached up to wipe it away, but the little the man had done had taken its toll on her.

Anslee looked up at her attacker, who stood in front of her, looking smugly down at his work. Ans watched as the man raised his hand to smack her, but she quickly closed her eyes, bracing herself for the assault, not wanting to watch the man's satisfaction. She waited for a few seconds, but the blow never came. Dare she do so, but she opened her eyes to peek at the man. Although he wasn't there anymore. Instead she looked up to see her attacker being held by his collar by none other than the Batman himself. Slick black suit and all. The teen watched in horror as the masked vigilante took the man into the nearest alley. After that, she looked around her, searching for the phone, figuring it had probably gone to voicemail by now.

Ans tried her best not to black out as she crawled on her hands and knees looking for her phone. An immense pain continued it's way up her arm as she moved it, making her worry she may have dislocated her shoulder when she was either thrown to the ground or against the building. She groaned before she heard another voice, this time it was dark and raspy.

"What's your name?" It spoke. The brunette turned her body to gaze up at The Batman, his grandeur overwhelmingly bigger than what she had seen on the news and in the tabloids at the grocery store.

"A-anslee Dawes-Wayne," She spoke as her head whipped from side to side. She decided she couldn't play complete damsel in distress. She slowly pulled herself to her feet. Her head pounded and unsteady beat as she tried to take a step forward. She had nearly stumbled back to the ground if it hadn't been for the Batman, who caught her and helped steady her with his arm.

"Steady, you need to take it easy," he instructed. Anslee's eyes watered as she searched for her cell phone.

"Mom," she muttered out rather loudly hoping maybe if Rachel were on the other line she'd hear her or if it was a voicemail, she'd have something to know her daughter was alive. Little did Anslee know her own father was behind the mask of the man who was at her aid, but both him and Rachel had both known better than to tell her that. Even he hated to admit it, but his heart ached seeing his own child in such a state. But he couldn't show it. Rather he did quite a number on her attacker instead.

"Mom," Anslee muttered out once more, a little louder this time while dark spots clouded her vision and her limbs slowly felt as if they were going numb, before she completely blacked out, falling limp into Batman's arms. The vigilante was careful to set her down, sitting up against a building. He then found her cell phone a few feet from where he sat her and saw the call on her cellphone had gone through. He could hear Rachel on the other end of the line calling her child's name.

"Anslee? Anslee, where are you? What's going on?" The woman was hysterical. Batman could also hear Harvey speaking in the background seemingly trying to calm the woman down.

"Anslee if you're conscious we need you to tell us where you are!" Rachel demanded, her voice growing more frantic. This was Batman's time to put them a bit at ease.

"She was attacked on thirty second and Lincoln, she's unconscious, but alive. She needs an ambulance," Batman spoke before hanging up the phone, not even getting to hear a response from either of the two. He quickly dialed 911 and hit call. He set the cellphone down on her lap before giving her one last look of sympathy to the teen, and disappearing into the night as he normally did. While she was his own child unbeknownst to her, he still couldn't risk his facade being damaged.