I hurried back to Braiden. If I was gone any longer he would start to freak out about if I'm okay or not.

Once again I changed from my fighting outfit to my 'I'm rich' clothes. It took me a while cause of the scratches I had on my head from Batman. I cleaned my head up and made my hair go over it so no one can see it. Walking back up those I don't know how many stairs I see Braiden. He was waiting by one of the pillars that was surrounding the restaurant. Who owned this place?

Braiden saw me and waved. I smiled at him. Like I said before he was like a brother to me. He made me proud to have him with me. I had to tell him what went down in the alley. From Violet to getting smacked into the wall by a giant bat. I opened my mouth to talk but Braiden did it for me. "I can't believe Violet! Our suspicions about her and the Joker working together was right. And then Batman came and threw you into a wall. And you tell him who you are!??!?!?" Braiden exclaimed. I looked at him weirdly. How did he know this?

"Braiden? What the hell? How did you-" "Know?" He finished the question for me. I nod my head. He smiles brightly. "On your clothes I put a wireless webcam so I can hear and see whats going on" Of course. Why didn't I think of that. I shake my head. "Why am I not surprise. Well lets go eat" I smile. Together, me and Braiden walk to the counter.

"Table for two, please" I smile at the older man who was at the front counter. "Do you have reservations?" He asked with his fake French accent. Reservations? Oh right this is a snobby restaurant. Dam I forgot. "Oh uh no" I look at Braiden. He shrugged. "Then I shall ask you to leave" He pointed to the door. "No that's okay, they're with me" A voice came from behind me. I turn around to see the one and only.

Bruce Wayne.

(Bruce's POV)

I came back from being my alter-ego, Batman. I drove back to my temporary bat cave (Since the mansion was still getting build. How long does it take to build a house?!?!?) thinking about what happened tonight. Meeting up with the Joker and his new girl, Violet. I had done some research about her. She's like the Joker. Maybe not as bad but close enough. And then there was that other girl. Violet's sister. Trinity, that was her name.

Where had she came from? Maybe back where she was from she was like me. She wanted justice but didn't want people to know its her. But even though using her Transylvanian accent worked there, since everyone was Transylvanian, doesn't mean it will work here. People will know who she is. And it doesn't help that Violet is shouting out her identity.

I got out of the black tumbler and went to my penthouse to get dressed. Time to make the appearance of playboy Bruce Wayne. Sometimes I'm tired of acting like someone I'm not. I tied my tie up again and again but always screw up. Things were on my mind. She was on my mind. Trinity. Her eyes are amazing blue. They're beautiful. No, I couldn't think that. I only loved one person. Rachel (OOC: I know Rachel wasn't in the comics but I'm mostly basing this on The Dark Knight)

I missed her. And she was going to wait for me. I can't love someone else. Its would be disrespectful to her memory. But she would want me to be happy. Wouldn't she?

My thoughts were interrupted by my butler and the closes person to me, Alfred. "Master Bruce? There is a model waiting for you at the front door." He said walking up and fixing my tie. "Thank you Alfred" I smile at him warmly and get on my jacket.

I walked up the stairs to the restaurant with a blonde model by my side. I owned the restaurant so I didn't need to go to the counter. I had my own private booth. I was about to walk in when I heard a familiar accent. The one I heard tonight. I turned my head into that direction and saw her. She was with another boy. When I saw this, anger boiled inside me. Not just anger, but jealousy. She deserved better.

"Excuse me" I told the model. I walked up behind her when the older man asked her to leave. "No That's okay they're with me" I told him. The man at the counter looked up at me and she turned around along with the boy beside her. Wait, he was just a child. Relief washed over me.

"Mister Wayne! How nice to see you. Your booth is of course ready for you" The man at the counter exclaimed. He was obviously scared I might fire him. I nod my head at him and look at Trinity. "Well lets go" I said, pulling her hand to follow me. She came along and behind her the child did too.

(Trinity POV)

Oh no. No no no no. I was NOT going to have dinner with the most riches playboy in this city. But it looked like I had no chose. I sat down with him and Braiden sat beside me. I looked up at Bruce. He had brown eyes. They looked familiar, but I couldn't think of where I saw them. "There you are, Bruce" A blonde skinny girl smiled walking toward us. I couldn't help but feel jealousy.

She kissed him on the cheek and sat by him putting her hand on his waist. When she did, Bruce flinched in what looked like pain. weird.

(Braiden POV)

I walked behind Trinity and Bruce. We arrived at the table and sat down. Why would a millionaire rich playboy want dinner with us? My question was answered when he looked at Trinity. He's a playboy of course. Well he wasn't going to get any thing from Trinity except maybe a slap in the face. When we were seated I had a good look at Bruce. He looked familiar. He reminded me of someone. But he couldn't be him, could he?

"There you Bruce" A blonde model said, coming up to us. I looked at Trinity and saw jealousy in her eye. That's not good. I looked back at Bruce and the model. She kissed his cheek and sat beside him. As she looked at him, she put a hand on his waist and Bruce flinched in pain. I was right. He was him. I couldn't believe it. The Millionaire playboy was the cape crusader.

Bruce Wayne was Batman!