"This guy just won't quit!" Deedee complained as she sped through the backstreets of Gotham on her bike, followed by another motorcycle.

Annoyed that this chase has gone on long enough, she cut left hard and went down an alleyway. As quickly as possible, her pursuer, obviously one of Joker's men, turned around and followed the trail.

However, as soon as he made it to the middle of the alley, he stopped his bike. There was a large wire fence at least fifteen feet high in front of him. He looked around for the girl's bike, but before he could find it, a foot hit him in the stomach.

Deedee had jumped down from the dumpster beside the man and kicked him; she quickly pushed him off of his bike and fought him. Surprisingly, he was very easy to beat. He was unconscious in no time. Cracking her knuckles, Deedee looked around the alley, suspecting this attack was too simple.

Then suddenly, from behind her came a very big man who grabbed her arms and held her tight. Another man appeared before her and quickly began hitting her in the stomach. Then, he took off her helmet and hit her in the face, she became very tired. He stopped and the two men laughed. Then, the man that had been hitting her took out a knife and said, "Now missy, we're gonna have some real fun!"

He came close to her, his knife shining in the dim alley light. But, he failed to strike her, as Batman jumped down from the building above, hitting him in the face. The man still holding Deedee, looked at his partner, distracted, giving her just enough time to kick him from behind in the shin.

The man held his shin while Deedee slipped her black helmet back on. Once the man approached her again, she punched him in the nose. She quickly turned to see Batman cleaning the other man's clock very easily. However, both of them heard a yell, and five more men ran towards them from the darkness.

And so, an actual fight started. Deedee took the first two that approached her, fighting as hard and as fast as she could. Batman tackled the other three, grateful for a more challenging brawl.

After a few minutes, Deedee found herself hitting the last of her attackers out cold. However, an arm grabbed her shoulder from behind, and she turned around swiftly, moving her leg high into the air.

However, she turned and saw the face of Batman, and he instinctively took her ankle in his hand, only an inch from his head.

Still wearing her helmet, Deedee thought aloud, "It's a same you caught me; I could've gotten some anger out on the right person!"

Batman took no time in returning the compliment, "Lady, I don't like you any better than you do of me; but just forget it for now."

But, just as Batman was about to let go of her leg, he glanced at her ankle. She was wearing black pants, but they were moved up a bit, and he could see a small but noticeable tattoo on it. Just as he had the picture in his mind of it, Deedee quickly withdrew her leg from his grasp, obviously seeing that he had noticed her mark.

Then, she returned a comment to his previous statement, "Fine. Until next time then?" before he knew it, Deedee had dashed off on her motorcycle, gone from his sight.

Later that night, Bruce entered his den at the Wayne Manor. He went straight to his computer and sat down, just as Alfred entered the room with a bag of ice.

"Rough night Master Bruce?" he asked, handing over the bag.

"Not so bad," Bruce placed the ice on bruises that had already started to show up from the fight, "I saw something though; curious."

"What's that sir?"

Bruce kept looking at the screen, "You know the woman I mentioned that's been interfering with me trying to rid the city of that 'Joker' character?"

Alfred sighed, "You mean the woman who's practically the reason you know so much about Joker? And has helped you in fighting against him and his so called 'gang'?"

But Bruce ignored his comment and continued, "She has a tattoo on her ankle; I figured it might help in finding out who she is and what she's all about."

"Why are you researching online then, may I ask?" Al said sarcastically.

"Because," Bruce said, saying the word somewhat triumphantly, having found what he was looking for, "Her tattoo was both simple and hard to understand."

"What do you mean?" Al said, coming behind Bruce to see what he had discovered.

"Well, her tattoo was a drawing of a phoenix; you know, the bird born again from ashes. I figured that one out right away, but, the words below it were in Chinese; I couldn't read it."

"But, it seems you've found out what those words mean then?" Al replied, seeing the screen in front of him.

Bruce looked at the screen curiously, after revealing what the Chinese words were in English, "Yes."

Al waited for Bruce to respond, but he didn't. Finally, he blurted, "Well?"

"For family." Bruce read aloud, in a soft voice.

Al calmed down then, just by looking at the expression on Bruce's face, "Clearly, you misjudged this woman's intention's, didn't you?"

Bruce hated admitting when Al was right. But, he knew that he had been mistaken.

The next morning, Bruce got up and went to work. It certainly was different nowadays; at Wayne Enterprise. However, that was only because Bruce had a reason to be excited to go to work.

However, when he got to his office, he was upset that he hadn't been greeted by Allie yet. So, he called his secretary, "Janice, has Ms. Barrington been in yet today?"

His assistant responded quickly saying, "No Mr. Wayne; she called in sick about an hour ago."

"Oh, thank you." Bruce slowly sat down in his chair, disappointed that Allie hadn't called him directly. However, he suddenly was struck with an ingenious idea.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at Allie's door. In her blue robe and pajamas, Allie sleepily walked to the door. Just as she pulled it open, a bouquet of flowers came through the door.

"Why didn't you call and tell me you were feeling ill?" Bruce asked sweetly, as he handed her the flowers.

"For this reason exactly!" she said, taking the flowers. She went over to her kitchen and put the flowers in some water.

Bruce came into the apartment, completely humbled. Besides the bathroom, the apartment was all one room, basically. He looked around, and then smiled at Allie, acting as though he didn't notice.

"I know; it's a modest place. But hey, on the salary I have, it's all I can afford!"

However, Bruce didn't believe that, "How can that be? I've seen what we pay you, and I know you can get a place, no offense, better than this!"

Allie laughed at him as she sat down next to him at her very small table, "Not with all the clothes I buy! I'm sorry, but I'd live in a dump any day if I can have Gucci!"

He smiled at her, and then asked, "You don't seem sick. What's going on?"

"Oh, I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night," she said plainly, "I was working out yesterday, and I ache all over!"

"Oh," Bruce got close to her face, and delicately placed his fingers on her temple. He began messaging them slowly, but when he added a little more pressure, Allie pushed him away.

"Ouch." Allie said in but a whisper, trying hard for him to not hear her. But, Bruce did, and came closer to her again.

"What happened?"

Allie stood up, placing her hand on the right side of her face right where her hair met it, "Oh, I just hurt myself yesterday, no big deal!"

But, Bruce followed her, and took her in his arms. He looked at the side of her face, where a very faint mark could be seen. Obviously, she had been hit by something; or someone. Bruce suddenly remembered the other night; right before he had swooped down to rescue Deedee, she was hit in the face.

However, Bruce put it out of his mind, there was no way that could be possible. So, he sweetly picked Allie up off of her feet, and placed her down gently on her bed. He kissed her tenderly, just loving the joy of being with her.

Then, after a few moments, he sat up and messaged her feet. Peacefully, Allie asked, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

But Bruce only answered; "Because you're letting m…" he trailed off. As he messaged her left foot, her gray pajama pants slid up her calf. And on her inner ankle revealed the same phoenix with the same inscription that Deedee had the night before.

Horrified, he let down her foot and moved back up to her face, kissing her again so she wouldn't notice what he had seen. So many things began running through Bruce's brain:

It's impossible! She can't be Deedee! Deedee had purple eyes, purple! And isn't her hair black? Well, granted I do see her in the dark! But wait, Deedee's tall; with a low voice! You idiot Bruce! She's been wearing high heels, and colored contacts! How could I have been so blind? I have to get out of here!

Bruce sat up slowly, seeing a very big smile on Allie's face, "I've never felt so pampered before. You really know how to treat your girlfriends."

"That I do," he said, letting her kiss him one last time. He felt her lips now a deadly poison, believing she had to be working for Joker. There was no other explanation.

Finally, he got up, and walked to the door, "Well, my break is over, I have to get back to work."

Allie frowned teasingly, "Okay! Call me later?"

However, Bruce grinned at that moment, coming up with another idea, "No, I'll see you later."

Then, he turned and walked out the door. This idea was a lot different from his last one. He knew he'd see her that night, but not as Bruce Wayne.

Exhausted, Alena tossed and turned in her bed. She couldn't fall asleep; she hadn't since the night she and Batman were in the fire. Looking over at her digital clock, she saw that it was one in the morning. She groaned, mad that she had gone to bed at eight and still couldn't sleep, not even for an hour.

Then suddenly, she heard a thump on her small balcony. She removed the covers off of her, and took a giant knife out from under her pillow. Alena slowly crept over to her double glass doors, and looked outside of them. The night was calm, and no one was there.

Still, untrustingly, she burst the doors open and held her knife up high. No one was there. She moved out a step, and then heard a strange noise. Suddenly, a head fell into her face, stopping an inch away. It was Batman, upside down, staring at her.

Finally, after the long period of restless silence, Batman spoke harshly, "Hello Alena."