Author's Note: Okay, thanks for the reviews. It gave me just enough motivation to write this Chapter ! Enjoy! Btw, this is MY sequel to batman Begins! Holl!

After the hullabaloo and it's after Wayne manor has been rebuilt…

Bruce's POV:

Ah! Good old Wayne manor. My manor. Just the same as ever. Walks to an elevator. Enters it. Elevator whooshes to the new and improved Batcave. Much better, No more damp walls. Bats are still here, fabulous. Just then I heard Alfred call for me and I proceeded back to my living room. There stood Rachel, nicely dressed in a suede sweater and black slim cut pants. She looked great. She flashed me a bright smile and said," Hey , morning!" I returned the greeting with a half smile. Her expression then turned serious. " We need to talk," she said slowly. I raised my eyebrows as she gestured for me to go with her into my study. I followed suit, brimming with curiosity.

Rachel's POV:

Finally Jonathan 'The Scarecrow' Crane is finally in jail. Male chauvinist pig. HE deserves to be chucked away into the asylum for life. Just then, Bruce entered. He was topless and he had a robe on , clearly made of some very expensive material. I smiled at him and greeted him. He returned it with a smile. I then told him that we needed to talk . He was clearly surprised by this sudden turn of events as his eyebrows shot up. Way up. I brought him into his study and closed the door behind me. " Bruce, where were you on the night of your birthday?" I asked sweetly. " At my party," he replied, eying me suspiciously. Yeah, and burning down your house. I thought with a smirk. " You know, " I continued ," If there's anything you want to tell me, you can." HE looked at me strangely for a moment , I stared him out. HE broke first, looking away, massaging his forehead.

Bruce's POV:

After she closed the door. She asked me where I was on the night of my birthday. I told her I was at my party. She raised an eyebrow and said that if I had anything to tell her , I could. "Erm…" I started but broke off , shaking my head and began massaging my forehead, pressured by her question. " Yes?" she urged. " When we were 5, we made a promise that we would tell each other our deepest, darkest secrets, remember?" she said smoothly. Did I remember? DID I REMEMBER? Hello? Earth to MS Rachel Dawes, I can't tell you in your face that I'm Batman? Can I ? How could I tell my neighbour or possibly future girlfriend, that I'm Batman? What kind of nutcase would she take me for?

Rachel's POV

He began to say something but broke off with a sigh. I then reminded him of our promise when we were 5 that we would share secrets with one another. By the look on his face, I could tell that he remembered all right.

I broke the silence by saying, " I know." He looked up at me. " Know what?" he asked sullenly. " Who you are," I replied softly. "You're Batman." He tried to laugh it off but I stopped him , saying," Don't deny it , Bruce, I know!" I said it firmly. He looked at me, his face , crestfallen, defeated. I sat down next to him and patted his back. He looked at me and said, " Don't tell anyone," His eyes were somber, full of sadness. I smiled brightly and said," My lips are SEALED!"

Bruce's POV:

She told me that she knows who I am! I knew I shouldn't have said what I said that night! Ugh! I bet , now, she thinks I'm a lunatic. I told her to keep it a secret. She replied enthusiastically. She said her lips were sealed. Great! At least she doesn't think I'm a loon.

Author's Note: I know. Not very exciting , kinda dull but , HEY! You've gotta let the story develop. Send in at LEAST 1 review and I'll write the next Chapter. The best part about chappie 3? Joker will be in it. Muahahahaahah! R & R!