Haha remember when I said I would try and remember to post a new chapter this week? Well I didn't and I obviously procrastinated all of my homework again. I had a bunch of stuff due at midnight and I didn't think I was going to to get it turned in by midnight but I bullshit my way through almost all of it. Hahaha welcome to college.

I'm honestly so blessed to have a few chapters written already (if you didn't already know, I wrote a good majority of this as a different story with a different OC but then I realized it would be perfect for the sequel for To This Day, so I just went through and edited the details). But I think after this chapter I have to start integrating writing new chapters into my week and I'm hashtag not prepared for that lmao.

I also made the Dance Team and I'm considered a D1 athlete now so get fucked!

Don't forget to read, review, favorite, like, and all that jazz. Love y'all!

This chapter has been edited for grammar, typos, and plot/timeline issues as of 7/20/2020

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The ten minute drive from Gotham Regional to Robin Blake's apartment hadn't seemed like ten minutes, much to Anslee's dismay, it went by faster. She stared up at the building before getting out, looking at the paper to check the apartment number. B12. She memorized it quickly before turning off the car and getting out. Anslee hadn't hesitated before she walked up to the building, pulling the front door open and entering. She looked around at a sign that pointed in the directions of the apartment. B was on the second level. Being that there was no elevator, she took the two small flights of stairs before being met with a hall of apartments on her left. This was floor B, "B12," she whispered to herself before walking down the hallway, seeing the pattern of apartments being intervals of two, alternating from the left and right sides of the hallway. She finally stopped walking when she spotted B12. She stood in front of the door.

John Blake was lying on his couch in normal comfy clothes that one would wear on a day off from the GCPD. An old graphic tee he'd had since his time at the academy and a pair of basketball shorts. He had the news on his television, making sure there were no new breakthroughs being reported with the case of what was going on down in the tunnels beneath Gotham. For it being his day off, he was still pretty wrapped up in his work. All seemed normal until a three intervaled knock sounded on his wood door. He was quick to sit up and look over at the door before getting up to answer it, "Coming." he called out before approaching the door, unlocking the deadbolt and then the lock on the door before then turning the knob. He swung the door open to reveal a brunette girl, about 5 feet 3 inches tall. But she also looked incredibly familiar.

'Wow,' he thought to himself as he studied her facial features, her body. She was gorgeous and oddly familiar, but he focused back up at her, hoping she hadn't noticed that he basically just checked her out, "Uh...hi, can I help you?" he asked her with a quirked eyebrow.

"Officer Robin Blake?" she asked, one of her eyebrows was quirked in an almost intimidating fashion. But that soft glow in her eyes that showed she wasn't all tough. Ans studied the cop, taking in his face. Why did this guy look so familiar to her? First it was the name and now it was the face.

"This is he, but call me John, no one calls me Robin," he responded, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, giving her a small smile, "What can I do for you Ma'am?"

John Blake? That did it for her. The face from high school flooded back into her mind as well as the few conversations she'd ever had with the boy now turned man.

"Anslee Wayne," she spoke, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked back at him, "You spoke with my father, Bruce Wayne, a few days ago," she spoke a little more stern.

John's eyes widened a bit, realizing he had just checked out Bruce Wayne's daughter. The same Bruce Wayne's daughter that he went to high school with. The same girl he'd been head over heels for since Eighth grade. That was worse than confronting the man face to face like he had already done. No wonder she was familiar. But he wasn't about to back down to her, "I did, did he happen to mention about what?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"You mind if I come inside?" she asked, her lips twitching into a smile in return.

John thought for a few seconds before giving a little wider of a smile, "Of course, come inside," he moved from the doorway and gestured inside.

Anslee moved past him and into the surprisingly well put together place. She turned back to him, arms still draped across her chest.

"You know I remember where I've seen you before," he spoke moving past her, turning the volume of the news down a few notches, "We went to high school together before you left, same English class and American History." he spoke, taking a seat on the couch.

She sat in a chair across from him, "I knew I'd seen that name and face before...you took Jenni Gibbons to prom senior year," she smirked at the ground before offering him a soft smile. As if John didn't even need to hear that. He always remembered how he had wanted to ask her to senior prom, but pretty boy douche bag Nico Gargano had beat him to it. That, and the fact he's had a crush on her all four years of high school.

"So your father," he began.

"I just want to know why," she spoke, looking at him again with the eager and curious look in her eyes.

John was silent as he gathered what he wanted to say, picking through his words carefully inside his cranium so he couldn't say the wrong thing to upset her.

"Gotham needs Batman again, point blank" he spoke quietly, "Things are going in such a downward spiral that no one knows what's going on anymore. I know how much he was an asset when it came to taking down Scarecrow and The Joker. We need that type of expertise again on our side again otherwise this whole situation with the sewers could turn a lot uglier."

Ans shook her head and sighed as she stood up, strolling over to the window across from the chair with her arms over her chest. She didn't even want to know how Blake had found out nor did she really care in that moment. There was nothing she could do about it now.

"He doesn't owe this city anything," She spoke adamantly "The citizens condemned him after he took the fall-" but she cut herself off. Anslee had nearly forgotten that no one besides her and Jim knew that Batman had taken the heat for Harvey's actions on purpose. She thought about the words she wanted to speak before she continued.

"It kills me to see him risk his life for this godforsaken city, if it's even worth that much of a title anymore. The people in this city have done nothing but run Batman into the ground after everything he did for them," she looked over at John, "You don't know the half of it nor could you even begin to understand what happened and what went on behind the scenes. I can hardly fathom it, honestly. If only you saw the way it affects him physically and emotionally. It was the reason I left for so long. I couldn't take two months of him brooding and wallowing, I can't imagine what would have happened had I stayed and endured five years of it," she spoke, beginning to open up to him without even trying to in the first place.

John saw tears gathering in her eyes, "And now he's actually considering doing it. Going back out there to set himself up. I don't want to lose my father, officer, that's not why I came back. I didn't come back to watch him lose his mind all over again the way he did once before after everything."

John stayed quiet before standing up and placing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder. When she said everything, he knew she meant so much more than just what Batman had endured. Bruce Wayne went through some pretty heavy stuff too. So had she. It wasn't fair how her business was broadcasted for the world to see either, it was sure to affect the way she had coped with her loss. He felt true empathy towards the woman in front of him.

He thought for a second, about to say something before his attention was averted to the TV screen, breaking news had flashed across it.

STOCK EXCHANGE UNDER ATTACK, HOSTAGES HELD AT BAY ON MOTORCYCLES

At that point, Anslee's attention had turned to the screen as well. Her frown grew as she watched this chase unfold. It was unclear as to who was driving the motorcycles that contained the hostages, but there was at least one familiar figure on one of the bikes. Bane.

John and Anslee watched the TV screen in silence, both had looks of curiosity and concern etched on their faces. It wasn't until a few minutes later that another headline and image was shown on the screen. None other than the infamous Tumbler of the Batman drove the streets of Gotham, being followed by an array of cop cars and tracked by helicopters.

Anslee's eyes widened when she realized what was going on, "Damnit!" She exclaimed before turning from the living room, fidgeting for her car keys in her pocket as her hands visibly shook. John's eyes followed her and he turned to follow after her.

"Miss Wayne are you sure you can drive? I can give you a ride home," he insisted, watching her hands shake as she pulled out the keys.

"I'm fine, I need to get back to the manor," she spoke, opening the door and shutting it behind her as she hurried down the hall and down the stairs, running out the door and to the car.

John watched her leave the building in a frantic rush, watching as she got into the SUV before it hit him that she had somehow known where he lived. She had to have found or researched it somewhere, but he didn't think something as personal as his full name and complete address was just out on the normal world wide web.

He watched as she drove off and sped down the street. John continued his gaze before being snapped out of his thoughts by the ringing of his phone. The dark haired man turned and picked the device up from his coffee table, groaning upon seeing Officer Foley's caller ID. He quickly answered the call, placing the phone to his ear.

"This is Blake," he spoke. After a less than thirty second call, John had set his phone down and ran to his room to change into his uniform. Once in the get up, he secured his gun in his holster and grabbed his squad car keys before leaving the apartment as fast as he could. The chase was on.