A sound of something flying passed her ear. She immediately stopped what she was doing. She squinted in the darkness to see what was now stuck into the wall beside her. To her it looked like some sort of shiny black material in the shape of a bat. She chirped in annoyance.

"Robin, Be careful. You could have hit her!"

"I thought I was supposed to hit her." I was lucky that the creature had moved or he would have surely hit her with the Baterang. A wrong move and she would drop Joker to his death. If I got up on her level I could convince her to put him down gently. She watched as I climbed up the ladder.

"Put him down."

She let out a short scream to serve as her answer.

"Don't do this."

She snarled at me. Even though she never spoke, I could understand exactly what she was thinking.

"Revenge is not the answer."

With that, she dropped him. As he plummeted to the hard ground I managed to catch him by the front of his shirt.

"Haha. Battsy…fancy…"

"You just couldn't stay out of it, could you?" I said. "Just be grateful I bothered to save you this time. Next time I won't, depending what mood you put me in. And when I'm in a bad mood, I leave the life saving to her." The bat stretched her wings behind me.

It wasn't long before the police sirens were heard. Batman had managed to tie up Joker, with the White Bat on guard. She watched over them carefully, as if she understood what was going on. But it was at exactly 5:30am that everything turned upside down. The bat shifted her attention from what was going on around her, to the sky.

She was becoming more and more agitated. I reached out and touched her wing to calm her down. As she screamed and pulled on my arm I looked up to the sky. I could see a hind of orange on the horizon.

"Sunrise."

"What did you say?" Robin ducked as her clawed wing flew over his head

"Sunrise. Bats are nocturnal animals."

The sun rose over the Horizon of Gotham. The bat shielded her eyes and let out a scream of terror. She leaped into the air and I managed to grab hold of her foot. But she wasn't staying. She flew over the rooftops of Gotham with me dangling beneath her.

"Batman, don't let go!" I saw Robin running beneath me.

"Go back, Robin. Stay with Joker."

I felt a sharp pain in my hand. The bat dug her claws into my wrist, causing me to slip and fall.

I was lucky enough to grab hold of a lamp-post as I fell.

That night the bat had escaped from me again, as did the Joker.

Later on that day Bruce was down in the Bat cave searching for as much information on the white bat as he could. Alfred bought in more coffee.

"What happened to your hand, sir?" he said, pointing to the bandages covering Bruce's arm.

"Work accident."

"Very convincing excuse, sir." Alfred's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Bruce wasn't listening.

"Master Bruce? Are you alright?"

There was the sound of glass shattering. "Another broken window! Don't worry about it, I'll go see what the damage is."

Alfred left the cave and headed for the library, the direction the sound had come from.

The library was dark. Alfred switched on the light. Nothing. Alfred muttered something about the power bills and left to find a flash light. He returned and looked for any glass on the floor. The room was a mess. Books thrown everywhere.

"Blimy! She's really let herself go this time." Alfred bent down to pick up a book. As he did, he felt a cold breeze going down his neck. He turned and closed the door. "Awful draught." He said.

Something wet fell on his face. "Broken windows, no lights, cold draughts and now the roof is leaking!" He looked up to the roof.

"When was the list time Bruce…" he stopped. Something white moved on the roof. A large head with red eyes stared down at him. The white creature hanging upside down from the roof opened it's wings.

"Oh…hell. What in Gotham is that?"

The creature flipped down to the floor on all fours.

"The white Bat of Gotham I presume?"

She pulled her lips into a snarl.

"Easy girl. I won't hurt you. Are you looking for Bruce?"

The bat moved closer to him. She lowered her head so that her eyes were level with his. She wasn't looking for Bruce.

Nightewing found the broken window.

What the hell has Bruce been doing in there?

He climbed through the window, seeing the mess and damaged books.

"Hello? Bruce? You OK in here? Bru-" he looked down at the trail of blood leading out the door. "Bruce!" he ran out the door and into the hallway. He followed the trail to the bathroom. The bathroom lights had been smashed and there was blood on the floor. It wasn't Bruce's blood.

He reached down to check Alfred's pulse. He was still alive. That's when he noticed the two large puncture wounds on his neck. A vampire. He found bandages in the medicine cabinet.

He heard footsteps. He turned prepared for Bruce to enter the room. It wasn't Bruce. The footsteps were of a large four legged animal. He could hear it breathing. He dragged Alfred into the bathtub and threw the curtain closed.

Everything went silent as the creature entered the room. He its pointy eared shadow through the curtain. It poked its pale head through the curtain. Nightwing held his breath. The tip of its nose twitched, then it pulled its head back.

He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the razor he had found. But his hand came too close to the soap shelf and it fell, crashing on the hard bottom of the bathtub.

The creatures head turned sharply. Many bad words went through his head. The animal screamed and lunged itself at the bathtub, its claws shredding the curtain and pulling it of the rail.

He came face to face with the legendary White Bat of Gotham. It screamed, blood dripping from it's mouth.