Gotham's oldest and most famous building, besides Wayne Enterprises, is Gotham Laboratory; which unfortunately, is being robbed. Sirens blared throughout the building as the burglars made their get-away just as the police turned the corner. Sneakily, they cut the opposite corner so fast that the police are oblivious to their escape. The two sleek black cars drove away, as the gang in the second one rejoiced relieved. However, everyone in the first car stayed silent and focused, hiding their stolen files of some importance to the lab, eager to get to their hideout in time before anything funny happens…
As soon as that thought has taken effect, Batman's Tumbler came into view, riding up behind the second car. The thieves began shooting at him, but the bullets only bounced off the car. The driver in the first car picked up a walkie-talkie and screamed, "We've got the Bat on our tail; plan B!"
As soon as the driver finished, a purple motorcycle came out of a small alley and drove up beside the first car. Batman watched as he dodged the bullets of the second car, seeing someone from the first car hand off some files to the guy on the motorcycle. Immediately, Batman knew that he had to follow the motorcycle; obviously the gang didn't want that information found. However, as he followed the bike, he found himself having to stop abruptly as the bike turned a sharp corner into a very thin, long alleyway. There was no where to back up and go up and over the buildings; so, Batman decided he had to continue without the Tumbler.
However, as soon as he got out of the Bat mobile, he heard a loud whistle. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the woman from the other night, straddling a jet black motorcycle, with a matching black helmet on. Without hesitation, Batman got on the back of it and she drove off after the purple biker. Batman was impressed with her driving skills, seeing her dodge the obstacles the purple biker had laid in the very small path. Then suddenly, tons of garbage cans are laid before them, and the girl reflexively takes her bike and almost leans on the side of the building, and then came back down again.
Staying serious, Batman warned her by saying, "Don't do that again!"
The woman grinned from inside her helmet, and said, "I thought you were used to flying over buildings Bats, this isn't much different!"
"Yeah, I'm not driving!" He darkly added.
"Hey, you wanted a ride, I'm giving you one. Besides, I'll bet you can't do it better than I can!"
Finally, they come very close to the end of the alley, gaining on the purple biker. He flies out into the open street, and the woman and Batman come right after him. The purple biker takes a hard left and drives towards the lower levels of the city. Just as the woman gets in the range of the biker, Batman readies his Batarang. However, he stops himself when the biker suddenly ejects himself from the bike and went up to a large bar above, where one of his gang was waiting to lift him up.
Worried, Batman said, "Stop!"
Just as she did, one of the men above threw down a grenade, and the girl turned and sped around. Suddenly, the grenade went off, forcing the girl the fly even faster down the road. But as the fire settled, they turned back around only to find the biker and the gang member gone, no trace of the bike or where they went.
Turning around to look at him, the girl asked, "You didn't by any chance happen to throw a tracking device onto the bike, did you?"
Coldly, Batman replied, "No. You weren't close enough to him. If I had been driving this wouldn't have happened; they wouldn't have gotten away."
Surprisingly, the girl lifted up the dark front of her helmet, only to reveal her two violet eyes, "Listen, I know that I'm a skilled driver. Now, I did the best I could tonight, just like I do every night. And as hard as it is to comprehend, we both failed tonight. And I'm sure this wasn't you're first failed attempt either."
Batman suddenly thought of Frankie Napier, whom he failed to save from the car at the beginning of summer. It had been eating away at him; he knew that Napier was meant for jail, not death. However, Batman was still aggravated with the girl, and simply ordered her, "Let's go."
Her deep violet eyes narrowed at his response, and she revved the engine and drove back to his car saying, "You truly are a loner Bats."
The girl stopped smoothly as they approached his Tumbler and Batman swiftly got off and turned around to the girl curiously, "I thought you said you'd just lay the cards out for me, and that I had to play them. What would you call tonight?"
"Hey, I didn't play any cards," she defended herself, putting her small visor back down over her face, "I'm just watching your back."
Batman got into the Tumbler and told her, "I don't need anyone watching my back. Besides, I'd worry about your own."
"Why do you say that?" the girl asked.
"Even though you haven't breathed a word of it, I know you're more involved than you're letting on."
The girl was silent for a minute, and then said, "You're pretty clever, I guess I'll be seeing you then." And quickly, she sped off.
Beginning to drive back to the cave, Batman knew that he had gotten to her. And even though she did help him that night, he was still hesitant.
Disappointed from the night before, Bruce went to Wayne Enterprises aggravated and astringent. He wanted so badly to figure out what files were stolen, but apparently the robbers had burned the rest of the files in that wing of the lab, so no one knew which file was actually stolen.
Seeing a few sexy co-workers come his way, Bruce put on his act of flirtatious charm and treated the girls to lunch, since he had strolled in at noon. The two girls headed towards his huge office to order something, and Bruce straggled behind to check them out. But in the process, he managed to be knocked out by a person hurriedly coming by. Papers went flying, embarrassing Bruce, but he smoothly didn't show it.
Politely, he asked, "Rough day so far?"
"Yeah," The person he had bumped into was in fact a young woman; but not the most attractive one. She crouched over the papers, but Bruce could see she was very short. She had a loose messy brown haired bun, dull green eyes behind thick brown spectacles. The girl's face was ghastly, looking as though she hadn't slept in weeks and wasn't wearing any makeup. She was wearing a dark grey suit, completely covering herself, showing her introverted character.
Looking up at Bruce for the first time, the girl looked surprised and embarrassed and quietly apologized, "I'm so sorry Mr. Wayne; I didn't mean to bump into you like that! I was just trying to make these copies for the next board meeting which starts in oh," she checked her watch, "two minutes! Mr. Lanesberry didn't tell me until a few seconds ago!"
"It's quite alright," Bruce said looking into his office; the two girls inside were ordering food and looking at him flirtatiously. But then, he glanced back at the girl, and she had already sped down the hallway to deliver the papers. Curiously, he watched her leave; 'what an odd girl', he thought to himself.
After Bruce had his fill of the girls and finished around his office, he decided to head home early that night, sure that the signal would light up again. That was far more intriguing than this job; but he knew he had to keep up his reputation as the spoiled rich playboy.
However, as he left the office, he passed by a small cubical that stood out immensely. Papers and files were scattered everywhere, and the person behind the desk was covered in the face by The Gotham Times, and a poor but accurate picture of Batman was on the front.
When he cleared his throat loudly, he wasn't surprised to see the same mess of a girl put down the magazine, and her tedious green eyes almost popped out of her head, "Oh Mr. Wayne!" she said startled, trying to clean up the mess, "What um, what can I do for you this evening?"
Bruce smiled at the girl, and replied simply, "How is that magazine? Are you buying into that superhero act just like everyone else?"
Looking up at him, the girl said, confidently for the first time, "You mean Batman? I'm surprised to hear that from you; someone as smart as you can obviously predict that he isn't out to destroy our city. And besides, there isn't any more damage to be done to this place, if I can say so. I think he really does want to help us."
Suddenly, Bruce started laughing. He couldn't help it; the girl was charming. However, the laugh didn't go over too well, because the girl got out of her chair, grabbed her suitcase and headed down the stairs to the main entrance.
Realizing quickly that she was a serious person, Bruce followed her and explained, "I'm deeply sorry Miss. I just thought your comment was humorous; I'm not too sure about this 'Batman' guy."
The girl nodded and agreed, "You and a good many seem to believe that. Well, I guess I can't be mad at you for thinking that; I'm sorry, it's just been a hectic couple of weeks. Oh, did those files I printed out for you help?"
"What files?" Bruce asked, but then remembered the other night, "Oh so you're the one who's so efficient with her work? From what I saw tonight, I wouldn't expect that from someone like you."
"The best workers are usually the ones that have the biggest mess; at least, that's the plainest way I can put it," she started laughing at herself nervously.
Finally, Bruce said, "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Bruce Wayne." He stuck out his hand, causing the girl to grin.
"I've already figured that one out on my own Mr. Wayne." She replied, shaking his hand, "I'm Alena Barrington. But please, call me Allie; everyone else does."
"Okay then Allie," he glanced over her shoulder, seeing Alfred waiting outside. He looked back at her and asked, "My rides here. Do you want us to drop you off at home?"
"Oh, that would be asking too much Mr. Wayne," she replied shyly, "Besides, I've got my own. Thank you though. Goodnight Mr. Wayne." And she left the building, struggling to stay balanced on her high heels.
"Goodnight," Bruce replied far after she left. He went out the same double doors as well, wondering why this weird girl was so interesting.