AN: I don't own Highlander, Batman, or anything associated with DC and Davis & Penzar. However this story and any new characters belong to me. Takes place after Endgame and before War Games. Please review and enjoy

Chapter 3

Michael took out his keys and unlocked the door to his store. He walked in and held the door open for Barbara. She wheeled in and stopped with her mouth open. She has never seen so many antiques, even in Bruce's manor. The store was much bigger than the outside let on. She turned around and looked at Michael. He was about 6 feet tall, blue eyes, and his hair was black with brown streaks. Or it could be the other way around. She couldn't tell.

"I think I remember hearing about this place years ago," she said. "You always had the best of everything. Everyone went to you to find something. Then one day you just closed up. Why?"

He walked across the store to the back. There was an elevator at the wall. He opened the gate and stepped in. "My father needed a change of scenery. A couple of his friends were killed." Barbara wheeled in and he closed the gate. The elevator started to go up. "He couldn't stand to be here," Michael continued. "It reminded him of his loss. So we started to travel. I would come back and open the store once in a while. I always loved this place."

When the elevator stopped, he opened it, and stepped out into the apartment. The apartment was huge. It had two floors. The bottom floor had a couch, a few chairs, a huge entertainment system, a bathroom, kitchen, and two guestrooms. The top floor had another kitchen, a desk, another entertainment system, a bathroom, and a master bedroom. There was also a small elevator for someone in a wheel chair against the wall, so they could reach the second floor. The whole place had some antiques scattered about. These were priceless.

"Would you like some Scotch?" Michael headed for the frig. Barbara was too stunned to answer. The whole place was amazing. For some reason she felt more comfortable here than at her apartment, the Clock Tower, or Wayne Manor. Michael snapped his fingers to bring her back to reality.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I would like some. Were you born here?" Barbara asked. Macleod nodded.

"Yes, I was."

"Where have you traveled?"

He opened the frig, "We went to New York, Seattle, Vancouver, LA, Africa, Europe, Asia, and Australia.

Barbara's eyes shot up, "You've definitely been places."

Macleod chuckled. "We didn't stay in one place for to long. These were more of visiting. The only place we stayed in for a long period of time was Scotland." He handed her a glass.

"Is that where you got your accent?" she asked as she took a drink.

"Yes," he replied. His accent wasn't full of Scottish words, phrases, or sound, but you could hear little pieces of it. "It also helped that my dad was born there. He always wanted to take me to Scotland. It is a beautiful place."

"It does sound lovely," she said as she finished her glass. "Is there anything else that you do?"

He also finished his, and took her glass. After he put it in the sink he motioned her to follow him. "My business is antiques, but I have also ran a few gyms and fought in a few competitions."

"What sort of competitions?"

He turned to her and smiled. "Martial Arts and sword fighting." He opened up a small elevator that led to the next floor.

Barbara knew what kind that it is. It's an elevator that can transport wheelchair bound people from floor to floor. She looked at Michael. "Did you know that I was coming?"

He smiled. "I have a friend that lost his legs in the Vietnam War. He has two prosthetic legs, but I know that someday he won't be able to use them. I'm just getting prepared."

'How ironic,' Barbara thought thinking of Bruce. She nodded to the next floor, "What's up there?"

"I keep my most priceless possessions in a room on the next floor. I want to show them to you." Before Barbara could enter the lift, her cell phone started ringing.

She took it out and looked at the Caller I.D. It was Black Canary. She groaned and opened the phone. "What is it, Steph?"

"Where are you? You are supposed to be at the tower."

"I'm in the middle of something."

"What could be more important at this time then helping us out? Things are starting to go to hell in a hand basket around here." That's the truth. Lately things were getting out of hand in Gotham. You'd think that a war was on the horizon.

Barbara looked at Michael. She wanted to stay and see his stuff, but it looked like she would have to leave. "I'll be there soon. Bye." She hung up before she could say anything more. She looked at Michael, apologetically. "Sorry. It looks like that I have to leave."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Michael said. "Can I see you again?"

She nodded her head. She was definitely going to see him again. She dug around in her purse for a pen and paper. She wrote her name and number on it and handed the paper to him. "Please, give me a call."

He took the paper and took a glance at it. Then he took out his cell phone and entered her name and number into it. She was a little surprised. You never saw men do this. Usually men would forget or lose a woman's number. This guy actually put it in his cell phone. This guy is definitely something else. After he finished, he went over to the counter and grabbed a card. He walked back to her and handed her the card. She took it and read it. It said Macleod's Antiques and had the location and the business, home, and fax number on it. She took her phone out and also entered the numbers in her phone.

She looked up at him and saw him smiling. "I guess great minds think alike." She blushed. He walked with her to the stores exit. "Is there a good time that I can call you?"

She thought for a moment. "You can call me at noon tomorrow."

"Great. It's a date."

She blushed again and wheeled off toward the clock tower. Even with the chaos that was happening; she felt that things were looking up.

Michael watched Barbara wheel off. For the first time since Conner's death, he felt at peace. Granted that this isn't his home dimension he still feels close to every Macleod in every dimension. After all they are all Clansman, Brothers in arms and comrades. In his home dimension, he is the last Immortal and has received his Prize. Ever since then he has been traveling dimensions, meeting other Immortals, other worlds, and other Macleods with the Bracelet of Gemini.

He walked back into the store. He stopped and looked around. He looked at his watch and realized that it was only four o'clock. There was still plenty of day left. He wandered what he would do the rest of the day. Suddenly he thought about someone that he hasn't seen in along time. He opens up his wallet and takes out an old picture. He sees himself with another woman. Her name is Leslie Thompkins. She is blonde, with blue eyes, and is very petite. She was a doctor back then. Now she works out of a clinic. He puts the photo away, thinking about her.

She found out that he was Immortal during a store robbery a little over forty years ago. Some guy held up the store. Michael tackled the guy, but he did get a shot off. He was hit. After he took the guy down, he tried to leave, but a woman stepped in front of him. She told him that she wanted to look at his wound. Later he found out that she was a doctor in training. She was some kind of a teenage genius. He tried to stop her, but she already tore open his shirt. She was shocked to see that he has already healed. He quickly closed his shirt and walked out of the store. She followed him. He tried to tell her that the guy missed, but she wouldn't have it. So he told her what he was. It was a risk telling someone that he didn't know that he could trust, but it was risk he had to take. It turned out all right. They ended up being lovers for almost thirty years. He dreaded the day that they had to part. She told him not to worry. They had almost thirty great years together. She was right about that. When the Wayne's were shot, he set Bruce up with her to help him through the crisis. Good thing he did. He decided to visit her. He went to the garage, got into his car, and drove to the clinic.