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Chapter 2

Michael stepped off the plane. The airport has changed since his last visit. He grabbed his baggage from the claimer and left. People would think it would be hard to get a weapon onto an airplane nowadays, but if you know the right people you can get anything onto an airplane.

He hailed a taxi and headed towards a hotel. He looked out at the city as the taxi rolled down the street. He has a lot of good memories of this city. Before the Wayne's were killed. Over the thousands years of his existence he has made a lot of good friends. Some were mortal and Immortal. The Wayne's were definitely one of his greatest friends. He hated that they were gone. At least Bruce was alive.

Bruce's reputation as a Billionaire playboy is famous. Anyone would believe it. He doesn't. After living for 10,000 years, he knew when someone is just acting. Bruce has been acting for years. He should get an Oscar. He decided to look outside the window instead of thinking about Bruce. It might give him the urge to visit him. When he looked outside the window, he saw the theater. The one they would go to. He tapped the driver on the shoulder, "Hey, buddy. I want to get out here instead."

The cab stopped and Michael stepped out of the taxi. He remembers that fateful night. 25 years ago.

Gotham City: 25 years ago

Macleod and the Wayne's stepped out of the theater, laughing and having a good time. Tonight they decided to watch a comedy. It was a good one. They were still laughing as they walked for the car. Michael saw they were heading towards an ally.

"Hold on, Tommy. Let's go around. It's not safe this way."

"Come on, Macleod. It's the fastest way to the car. And there is no danger." Mac looked at his friend. Thomas can be very persistent. He is a smart man, but he can be a little naive at times.

He turned to Martha, "Can you help me out here, Martha?"

"I don't see the harm in going through the ally but, Thomas; if Mac tells us not to go through we should listen to him." That's Martha for you. She always has her head on her shoulder. Sometimes Michael teases Thomas that Martha's the smart one, even though he is a doctor.

Thomas sighs that defeated sigh. Bruce started to giggle.

Ah yes, little Bruce. Thomas and Martha are very dedicated to their only child. Even though they are rich, they have managed to keep from spoiling him. Mac would like to see this guy grow up. He has no doubts that he will be a fine young man. That is if he can get Thomas to stop going down allies after dark. God knows what could happen in those places.

Before Thomas could object any further, Michael grabbed his arm and steered him towards the main street.

"There's no reason to drag me, Mac."

"If I have to reason with you like a kid then I will treat you like a kid."

Bruce and Martha started to laugh.

End Flashback

Macleod sighed. Those were some good days. He wished that they didn't end badly. He picked up his bags and started walking. He hadn't gone a few steps when he accidentally bumped into someone. He toppled over onto his stomach. He sighed, thinking that this isn't one of his days.

"I'm sorry, sir. Are you okay?"

It was a woman. He looked over and he had to struggle to keep his mouth from hanging open.

He was looking up at a drop dead gorgeous in a wheelchair. It wasn't that she was in a wheelchair that stunned him. He has dated his fair share of women in wheelchairs, but she was gorgeous. She was thin, with red hair, and glasses. He could tell that she worked out. He could see the muscles on her arm. He got up on his knees and picked up the books she dropped.

"Don't worry about it."

He handed her the books and picked up his bags. He started to walk off, but she stopped him. "Did you just arrive?" He turned around as she was nodding towards his bags.

"Yes. I did."

"Are you a tourist?"

"No. I was out of town for a while. I own an antique store."

"An antiques store?" He smiled. It seemed to be today's trade for the Macleods. They all have antique stores.

"Ever been in one?"

"No"

"How bout you come over and see the place?" He could see that she was taken back. He didn't even know her name or if she had a boyfriend and he was asking if she would like to see his place. Like a lot of other stores, he lived above the store.

"S-sure. I don't have to be anywhere for a few hours." They started heading in the direction of the store. It was only about five blocks from the theater.

About a block later he decided it was time to know her name. "Sorry for my manners, my name is Michael Macleod. What is your name?"

"Barbara Gordon."