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 4

Michael reached the clinic. He sat there for a few minutes, getting the courage to go in. It's been a while since he had seen her. He finally opens the car door and walks towards the clinic. He stops in front of it for a moment and walks in. He sees a few people sitting in chairs in the lobby. There are a few nurses talking to a few of them. He spots the check-in desk and walks over to it.

There is a woman behind it, in her late thirties, but still very attractive. Her name tag says Lilly. She looks up when he walks over. "Hello," she said. "How may we help you?"

"I'm looking for Dr. Thompkins."

"She's in her office right now."

"I need to speak to her."

"I'm sorry, but she asked not to be disturbed." She paused a moment before asking, "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend of the family," he answered. "Just tell her that a friend that sells antiques is here and I'm sure that she won't mind."

She didn't move for a second. Michael could tell that she was debating on whether or not to disturb Leslie. Finally she picked up the phone and dialed in a few numbers. Seconds later, someone answered the phone. "Hello, Dr. Yes I know that you didn't want to be disturbed, but there is someone here who wants to see you. He says that he is an old friend that sells antiques." There was a pause for a few moments. Michael hoped that he didn't give Leslie a heart attack. "Yes," the clerk said, taking a good look at Michael. "Okay, doctor." She hangs up the phone. "She said to wait five minutes and then come on in."

Michael nodded his thanks, "Thank-you." He sat down in a chair and waited. Waiting for one of the longest five minutes in his life to end.

Leslie was in her office, talking to Batman. He was telling her what the police were doing about the Neisha Dupris case, when the phone rang. She debated on whether or not to answer it. "Sorry Bruce. Just give me a minute." She picked up the phone. "What is it, Lilly? I told you that I didn't want to be disturbed. Who is he?" When Lilly tells her she freezes. Her eyes and mouth goes wide. Batman sees this and wanders what is going on. He has never seen Leslie like this. Finally she regains her composer. "Is he still there? Good. Tell him to wait five minutes and then to come on in." She hangs up the phone but doesn't move. Batman waits a minute before snapping her out of her daze.

"Leslie, are you okay?"

Leslies face snaps towards Batman's. "Sorry Bruce, but it looks like something has come up. Can we do this later?"

He looks at her for a moment before answering. Something was up. "Sure. We can do this later." He gets up and walks towards the window. "Who are you going to see?" he asks.

"Just an old friend," she answers.

He can tell that she is hiding something. "Okay. See you later, Leslie." He hears her say good-bye as he jumps out the window. As he grapples to the next building he wanders if he should stay and see who is coming to visit Leslie, but he decides not to. She doesn't pry into his personal life, so he won't pry into hers. He jumps of the building and grapples the next on.

As soon as Batman left, Leslie got from her desk and started to pace. She knew that it was Michael that was coming to see her. She wanders what prompted him to come visit her. She looks at herself in the mirror and sees what a mess she is. She splashes some water on her face and brushes her hair. Another look tells her that she looks a lot better. She stood in front of her door and waited for Michael to enter. She couldn't believe that he could still make her feel like a school girl after all this years. She remembers when they first met almost forty years ago and the times they had after that. It was definitely some of the best times of her life. Suddenly the door opens and Michael steps in.

Michael looks at his watch. The five minutes are up. He gets up and heads towards her office. He gets to the door, takes a deep breath, and opens the door. He enters the office and closes the door. He sees Leslie, standing across the room. He could tell that she quickly tried to make herself look better, but it wouldn't have mattered. After all these years, she still looks beautiful. They just stand there for a second. Then Leslie runs up to him and gives him a big hug. They both cry tears of joy. They remain that way for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to let go.

Finally they separate. Michael looks Leslie over. She has aged very well. She is still as beautiful as she was forty years ago. "Hello, Leslie. You look great."

She blushes and giggles a little. "Thanks." Tears started to come down her face, so Michael pulled her back into her embrace. She cried for a minute before Michael decided to ask if something was wrong.

"Leslie, is something wrong, or did I do something wrong?"

She stood back and shook her head. "No. No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that with all that is going on it is good to see a familiar face again." She smiled at him. Thanks for coming by."

He shrugged. "I was in town on some personal business and I decided to drop by."

"What are you here for?" she asked.

His smile faded. "I'm here to see them."

Leslie's smile also faded. She knew who 'them' was. She nodded. "They were good people."

Michael shook his head and smiled. "Let's forget about the sadness for a few hours. Think you could spend a few hours away from this place to spend with me?"

She gave him a nod. "Let me get a little bit cleaned up, and I'll meet you in the lobby."

"All right." He turned around and walked out the door. He walked to the lobby and started to pace.

When Michael left, Leslie went into overdrive. Her office had a bathroom with a shower and a bed in the corner just in case she would be here for a while. She hopped in, showered, and got out. She dried her hair as fast as she could and put some make-up on. She threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a jacket. She debated whether or not to put her hair into a ponytail or let it down. At the end she decided to let it hang down.

She took a look at herself in the mirror. For someone in her mid-fifties she looked very good, when she cleaned up. She could get caught in her work at the clinic and forget to clean herself up once in a while. She smiled, thinking about what the other will think when they see her come out and leave with this strange man that no one has seen before. Only one way to find out. She walked to her door, took a deep breath, and walked out.

Michael was standing in the lobby, waiting. The other doctors and nurses were looking at him. He could they were wondering who he was and how he knew Leslie. If they only knew.

Leslie walked into the lobby about twenty-five minutes after he left her office. She looked really beautiful. She really cleaned herself up. Some of the peoples' mouths and eyes were wide. They had never seen Leslie dress herself up and look this nice for anyone.

"You got ready pretty quickly. Has to be the fastest."

"Funny," she said. She held out her arm. "Shall we?"

He hooked his arm around hers. "Yes."

As they were walking out, Leslie turned to Lily. "Lily, if anyone calls for me tell them that I'm gone for the night."

She nodded her head, her mouth still open in awe.

They walked out to the car and he opened the door for her.

"And they say chivalry is dead," she said.

He shrugged and closed her door. He walked around the car and slid behind the driver's side.