Authors Note: A Sequel to 'The Legend of the White Bat" which can be found in the B:TAS section. Some information/characters may not be in that story, but it's good to read in case you get confused.

Call Pending…

Connecting to server…

Call received…

"Kalani here."

"Kalani, it's me."

"Oh, Hey! The old man lives!"

"Keep it down. I want this conversation secret."

"Got ya. What's the emergency?"

"You remember that giant bat I told you about?"

"Remember her? I just saw her last week. She's doing fine."

"She's back…"

The sky was darkening as a young, dark haired man ran towards Wayne Manor. He shuddered from the cold and looked towards the sky. He saw a flash of something white, which made him even more nervous. He reached the gate. It swung open in the wind. There was an eerie feeling of death in the air.

"Bruce…" he hissed under his breath.

He got half way up the driveway before collapsing on the ground, covering his ears from an unheard sound. From where he was he could even hear the sound of the windows of the old house crack.

The sound ended and the world returned once more to dark silence. The boy opened his eyes then slowly got up and continued on his way.

Deciding to go through a back window he snuck around to the back of the house. He found a window that was already broken. Completely smashed. He carefully slipped through it. Complete darkness.

"Bruce, you still alive in here?" he called.

Silence.

A grunt from the other side of the room caused him to almost jump out of his skin. It was an inhuman grunt. To high pitched to be Bruce. The heavy footsteps of a four legged animal came towards him. He slowly moved away, unsure of this new animal. His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness as he saw a large shadow, at least eight feet tall, crawling in his direction.

His first instinct was to run. Down the hallway. He watched the creature. It had stopped in its tracks. Its head shifted around. The pointed ears twitched, then it turned and walked back towards the other side of the room.

He let out a sigh of relief. There was a deep hissing sound that almost caused him to jump again. The dark shadow of a nose and teeth peered around the corner, sniffing him out. He pulled something out of his pocket. The knife he had bought with him.

He almost screamed when something grabbed his hand and pulled him into another room. A light switched on.

"Commissioner?"

"Terry, stay out of this. You have to leave." said the old woman who had grabbed him.

Terry ignored her warning. "What was that thing?"

"A giant white bat. Her name is Luna. She has some connection with Bruce."

"It's a 'she'?" Terry said. "Enough about the bat. What are you doing here?"

"Bruce called me and told me that she was 'calling' him again." She pulled out a gun. "I've come to kill her."

"I am seriously missing something here."

"You won't understand. Ever since she came into our lives, everything went downhill. First Alfred, then Joker. It wasn't long until she got hungry again and moved on to Tim Drake."

"Hungry?"

"She's a vampire, Terry. A big white, ugly, bloodsucking monster."

"Where's Bruce?"

"Stay out of this Terry." Barbara said again.

"Maybe I could convince him to let us kill that thing."

Barbara didn't reply.

"Alright." She finally said. "But be careful." She pushed the gun into his hand. "That bat is still out there."

No sign of the bat. Just the mess she left behind her when she crashed through the window. The lights had exploded. I'm not sure what from.

I managed to make it to the living room without crashing into anything. Running my fingers along the walls I managed to find it. The clock.

I suddenly turned. I could sense something. Something was watching me. I don't know how I knew.

I turned back to the clock. My heart was pounding. That thing was after me, I swear! I threw open the secret door behind the old grandfather clock, then slammed it shut behind me. Now everything was even darker. I could hear my own breathing echoing off the walls. The familiar sound of the much smaller bats of the Bat cave calmed me down a little.

You won't believe how happy I was to see the old man alive and well.

"Any reason why there's a giant, white bat out there in your Living room?" I asked him.

"She came on her own. We haven't spoken in over forty years." As he stood, the black dog beside his feet stirred.

"Spoken? You talk to that thing?"

"Not exactly. She tends to send me images. Sometimes locations, numbers, objects, even single words. But that's it."

"You have some sort of psychic connection with it or something?" I purposely called her an 'it' at the time.

"I guess you can call it that. Enough about Luna. Any reason why you are here?" he said, matching the tone I had used earlier.

"Uuuh…" I hid the gun behind my back, trying to come up with something believable.

Come on Terry! There's a giant white bat going on a rampage, the Commissioner had a gun, and Bruce thinks the bat is talking to him. Your story really doesn't sound that crazy.

"I couldn't sleep?" was all I could come up with. It was partly true, but not the whole story.

"And…?" Bruce had obviously heard crazier stories.

"I had a dream there was an albino bat on your roof. I wasn't sure if it was dangerous. I got worried."

"So it was your idea to kill Luna?"

"What? No. Of course not. I just wanted to make sure that…" I trailed off. "How did you know?"

"Luna herself. She knew that someone was trying to kill her. Who gave you the gun Terry?"

I sighed. Bruce wouldn't like where this was going. "Gordon…" was all I could say. "Barbara." His expression did not change. "You don't seem surprised?"

"Considering the circumstances, it isn't really that surprising…"

"Circumstances?"

"Barbara always had something against Luna. At first I thought it was just jealousy."

Bruce was interrupted by a sudden growling from Ace, the dog.

"What is it, boy?"

A pale white head appeared, it's red eyes almost closed trying to shield themselves from the light.. It kind of freaked me out a little, since I had never heard her come in. "I closed it, I swear!"

"It's fine. She knows how to get in." said Bruce.

This was the first time I actually got to see the great bat up close. She lowered her head to sniff at this noisy black dog, but almost got her nose bitten off. That's when she saw Bruce. She pulled her head out of the light and moved towards him. He reached up to touch her flat nose.

"I think she want to get back into crime fighting again…"