Chapter 11

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters except for Sandra.

Bruce's eyes were closed tightly as Sandra peeled the car down the street. Bruce gave her a general direction in which to follow. The wound wasn't a deep one, but deep enough for the sudden movement of the car to caused Bruce to wince.

"Sorry, "Sandra mumbled.

She was very nervous, Bruce could tell. He opened his eyes slightly to view her reaction. It was obvious to Bruce that she wasn't use to being the one who had to do the rescuing. That thought caused him a small smile. Earlier when he had imagined her crime fighting…it seemed almost humorous and an innocent fantasy. Although maybe with some training…things did get awfully lonely by yourself, he thought.

Sandra tried to keep her eyes on the winding road, but found her attention keep turning back to the man next to her. Who was he? What kind of life was she getting herself mixed up in? Was he worth it? She thought back briefly on her experience earlier that evening and brought a smile to her lips. Yeah, he was worth it, she thought, in more ways than one.

When Sandra had driven further on, she saw a welcoming sign for Gotham City, home of the notorious Batman. Sometimes Sandra wished someone like Batman would find her and save her from the life she had chosen. It wasn't a life by choice, at least not her choice anyway. It was all so long ago. Sandra gazed over to Bruce/David and smiled. You are like Batman to me, David, she thought, whoever you really are.

Bruce knew his house was approaching even though he had his eyes shut most of the way. The sounds changed as they entered each part of the city. Bruce's instincts told him exactly where he was physically, but his heart told him nothing of where to go from there. Should he let Sandra know who is really is? He definitely couldn't' let her know about the Batman, but maybe he should let her know about Bruce Wayne? She would be seeing it on the news the next day anyway. Bruce could smell the money from the rich bastards approaching and knew that Wayne Manor was among them because he was one of those rich bastards.

"Stop," Bruce demanded.

Sandra, thrown off by the sudden movement from him, slammed on the brakes.

Her reaction was quite expected.

"You scared me half to death, David! You don't talk the whole way and them out of no where you scream for me to stop!"

Bruce tried to calm her down.

"I didn't scream."

Sandra bit her lower lip trying to make sense of the enigma before her and began to laugh.

"You are impossible, "she said gently tousling his hair.

Bruce grinned, "I have been told that once before."

Sandra eyed him carefully, "That would not surprise me."

After that small exchange, silence fell within the Mercedes. Sandra still wondered how he could afford this and yet hang out in seedy clubs. God, I hope he doesn't deal drugs, she thought. Her face went ashen for a moment as if remembering something horrible, when Bruce brought her back to reality.

"Sandra? You OK?"

She simply nodded but her eyes said differently.

"Where are you going to go? You can barely drive by yourself and there is nothing for about a mile or so but empty fields. Why can't I drive you to your house," she paused, "Unless you live in a field…" her eyes questioning.

Bruce nodded, not really answering her questions. Home was a half mile away.

"I'll be ok, "he said with such calmed it unnerved Sandra.

"I've been through worse," he joked.

She looked directly into his eyes and believed him.

Bruce opened his side of the door and limped, pain written on his face while holding his side, to the other side of the car to open the door for Sandra.

"A gentleman until the end, huh?" she whispered.

Bruce grinned leering into his Bruce Wayne mode, "I've learned from the best," he stated referring to Alfred.

Sandra grabbed his hand as she stood up. She handed him the keys not sure where she should go from here. Bruce pushed the keys back into her hand.

She looked at him quizzically.

"Keep it," he said as he kissed her one last time.

Sandra's bewilderment came through.

"OK who are you anyway? I mean you give me $50,000 and say 'start a new life' and now you are giving me your car? What next, are you going to give me a new job too?"

Bruce had limped further into the shadows at that point. His face turned to hers. Only his hazel eyes could be seen clearly.

"Maybe," he replied.

Sandra looked down at her hand and realized that there was something else planted neatly into her palm besides the keys. It was business card.

Sandra squinted in the moonlight to read what it said and her heart dropped. God, it was Bruce Wayne. He was Bruce Wayne…. She looked up about to speak when she saw he was gone and Sandra was once again alone.

Did you guys like this chapter? It was written last minute and not really planned. The characters took over again (Smile). Anyway, even the story is not over yet, do you guys think a story with Sandra, Bruce and the mysterious "Regular " of hers should reunite again? I have been thinking about it...Hmmm…..