Can't believe it's been a year since the last time I updated. This isn't a very long chapter for such a long wait but I hope it's worth it.

It had become a strange sort of routine for Alfred to patch up Bruce's wounds in the morning after his nights of vigilante activity. Bruce sipped his morning tea and looked over some pictures with concern. Alfred peered over his shoulder and saw photos of two kids staring back up.

"There were two street kids there last night, Alfred," Bruce stated. "Armed with SWAT gear, almost got themselves killed."

"To their credit, they did better than the Batman impersonators."

"I don't want to see any more innocent people get killed because they're in over their heads."

"Well Master Bruce, you haven't exactly been the best role model." Sometimes it irritated Bruce that Alfred seemed to never be on his side.

"I can't seem to find any record of them, just pictures." He turned away from the pictures and shook his head. "Why is it you can't find any record of anyone who hasn't been on the local news?" It seemed like Gotham had split into four different groups. There were the rich people who did famous things like host cocktail parties and open art galas, then there were the criminals who robbed and killed the rich, then there were the cops who tried to catch the criminals. In the middle of all them were the citizens of Lower Gotham, faces with no names to match them.

"Perhaps it is time to cease being Batman for the day and return to living as Bruce Wayne." Alfred was right of course, needed to keep up appearances and all that. But he made a mental note to keep searching for these young vigilantes. Maybe they just needed help.

Jenna Dawes had a front row seat to the show in the courthouse. Harvey Dent was putting yet another criminal scumbag in jail, and looking pretty good while he was doing it. Up in front of her was her aunt Rachel, trying hard to suppress a grin at the antics of her new boyfriend. In Jenna's opinion, he was going to be her uncle soon. Even when the two-bit crook pulled a gun on Harvey she didn't hold her breath because she knew he could take care of himself.

"Nice punch," she told him when she walked out of the courthouse with Rachel.

"Guy had a hard head," Harvey joked, shaking his fist.

"Well you have them pretty scared," noted Rachel with a grin. "You know you're winning when the bad guys are pointing a gun in your face."

"Glad you're so pleased." Harvey gave her a playful nudge in the shoulder.

"Jenna, you shouldn't be spending so much time in a courthouse. A girl your age should be out making friends and living a life." The good mood seemed to fall with Rachel's concerned words.

"I'm perfectly comfortable living my life watching these bastards get put behind bars," Jenna answered with a determined expression. It was the same rage that she'd possessed for the last nine months, ever since the attack on the Narrows. Detective Jeannie Dawes had been shot by a low level thug under the effects of Scarecrow's fear toxin while trying to maintain the crisis. Rachel had been more than willing to take in her niece, but she saw something change in the girl after that. She looked like her mother, wavy brown hair and chocolate eyes, an average figure.

"Jenna…" Harvey put a hand on Rachel's shoulder and discreetly shook his head. This was a fight she'd been fighting for a long time, and it wasn't one she'd win.

"What else we got for today?" he inquired, trying to change the subject. Both girls were happy to take the bait and focus their attention on something else.

"Some kid got pulled in for vigilante activity. He won't say anything to us, but from what I know he was messing with Chechen."

"Brave kid. What's going to happen to him?" Jenna questioned.

"We'll talk to the judge; see if we can get him off with a slap on the wrist. Boy's not hurting anyone." It was good for Lower Gotham that Rachel and Harvey were working prosecution. They didn't send the down on their luck people to jail just because it was easy, they believed in giving citizens a second chance. The poor residents already hated them enough as it was without shoving their kids behind bars for petty crimes.

Rachel was true to her word and managed to get the quiet boy released with just a warning. As the adults stuck to their work, Jenna found herself walking with the boy down the street. Something about him interested her. She could tell from his demeanor and his appearance that his life wasn't an easy one. He merely tolerated her, not speaking a single word, so she started doing all the talking.

"Where are you going?" No answer. "Do you have a name? Can you actually hear?"

"Usually when someone doesn't respond to you, that means they don't want to talk to you," he finally responded.

"Then I guess I'll just keep bugging you until you talk to me."

"Why are you following me? I'm just going back to my shithole neighborhood. Frankly, it was cozier in that jail cell."

"Maybe I'm following you because I'm interested. I want to see Lower Gotham." The boy laughed scornfully, taking in her upper-class clothes.

"A girl like you doesn't belong in Lower Gotham."

"What do you mean a girl like me?" she demanded.

"Makeup, nice clothes, all clean and rich looking. You wouldn't survive five minutes in a fight with a citizen of Lower Gotham." There was a moment of brief silence where Jenna just glared at the boy. In the next second her elbow jammed into his abdomen and she flipped him onto the ground, putting her foot at his throat.

"Start the clock," she hissed. No one told her she couldn't take care of herself just because she came from Upper Gotham.

"I'm not getting rid of you, am I?" he asked. She shook her head and extended a hand to pull him up. "My name's Petey."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Next chapter we finally get to meet Andy and we'll hear more from Will. Some chapters I'll use dialogue from the actual movie but I wanted to get this chapter up. Let me know what you thought!