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AN: I want to thank my wonderful beta mahlia.

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At Wayne Enterprises

"Central City! Don't give me that look, Nicky. It will be fun! Another road trip with my girls," Bryn said, loudly.

I sighed. "I hear it's not all that great,"

Viola scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Oh please! You just don't want to get separated from your boyfriend. This reminds me…I can't believe you held out on us for so long!"

"I'm sorry, okay? How many times am I going to have to apologize for not telling either of you? We wanted to keep it on the down-low, but then CultFest happened and shit hit the fan," I explained.

"We'll stop giving you a hard time when you do "ahem" with Roy," Bryn said, smirking.

I shook my head, sighing again. "Well, that's going to be awhile because I'm not ready for that. Sorry."

Bryn, Viola and I had settled around my desk, relaxing and having a few laughs. But the good times ended fast when I saw a group of police officers accompanying Commissioner Gordon toward us. Naturally. Bryn tensed up because she really didn't feel like getting into it with cops this early in the day.

"What is the meaning of this?" Viola asked.

"Bryn Thorne, you are under arrest for the murder of Ricky Esposito. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" Commissioner Gordon stated calmly.

"What! Of course not-" Bryn screamed.

"Bryn, please cooperate or they'll make things harder for you." Viola said, while Detective Harvey Bullock slapped cuffs onto Bryn's wrists.

I was irate! How dare they accuse Bryn of killing Rick! Bryn and Rick were always cool. What the hell is going on here? Detective Renee Montoya turned to me and I was about to flip.

"Don't you dare-" I said.

Detective Montoya said, "Nicole Schwartz, you are under arrest for the murder of Ricky Esposito, you have the right to remain silent."

"Under what grounds, what evidence do you have? I'll have your badge for this!" I yelled.

"Nicky! Calm down, you're only making this worse. Bryn, should I call anyone?" Viola asked, flustered.

"Call Nathan and tell him to get Enrique to the Gotham City Police Department!" Bryn said, fuming.

Detective Montoya read me the rest of rights and for Viola's sake I agreed to them. But did the GCPD have to escort us out in handcuffs for the whole building to see? As they put Bryn and me in the backseat of a police car I turned to see Mr. Fox's worried expression. Crap! There goes my good standing. I can kiss graduating goodbye- I don't think they let you graduate in an orange jumpsuit.

"Someone is going to pay and I don't care if I have to act like a spoilt debutante to get it!" I growled, kicking at the railing separating us from the Detectives.

Jail Cell at Gotham City Police Department

"The warden threw a party in the county jail, the prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing, you should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing," Bryn sang.

I sang, following her lead, "Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block, was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock!"

Both of us had been booked and fingerprinted by our detectives and then thrown in a jail cell without our one phone call. That's against violation! We're supposed to get one phone call at least. Bastards! Nathan came with Enrique but when they saw the bail amount…they didn't have the heart to tell us how bad the situation really was.

Bryn started singing 'Jailhouse Rock' because our fellow inmates were starting to look at us funny. The song and dance served as the perfect distraction. The song was iconic and catchy, which caused the inmates to sing along despite the on duty police officer yelling at us to "settle down".

I crooned, "Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake, no one's lookin', now's the chance to make a break" Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."

"Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block, was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock" Bryn sang.

We both chorused, "Everybody sing it! Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock. Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock."

A round of applause and cheers followed our performance. I turned my head to the left to see Roy clapping with a huge smile on his face. Jumping off the bench I danced on, I ran over to him genuinely happy to see him.

"Hey Red, are you here to bust us out of this joint?" I asked.

Bryn laughed, "Yeah, please tell me you have a plan for an escape!"

"Actually, I've already bailed both of you out. I just didn't want to spoil that number, you were really into it." Roy said, while shaking his head.

"Whoa! From the way that Enrique explained it, our bail must have cost a fortune." Bryn said, shocked.

"It was, but I couldn't let my girlfriend and her best friend stay the night in jail. Besides, it's best to get you both out of here. The media is crawling all over the place," Roy replied.

The guard opened the cell and let us out, directing us toward the front of the police station where we'd wait for our personal items. Roy was rubbing circles into my back to keep me calm. But honestly, I was screwed. When Bruce finds out about this? I'm never going to be allowed to leave the manor again. A ruckus could be heard at the doors of GCPD and of course it was none other than Vicki Vale.

"Nicole, what do you think your Uncle would think about you being arrested?" Vicki asked.

"Can I hit her?" I asked Roy.

"No, babydoll, you can't," he replied.

Vicki asked, "What would Batman say about this sudden turn of events?"

"Excuse you!" I yelled.

"I mean he went through all that trouble to save you, not knowing that you'd just committed a heinous crime!" Vicki yelled back.

"Allegedly!" Bryn screamed at Vicki.

Oh! I've had it with her and her stupid crush on Batman and the Justice League!

"Bitch, I don't give a fuck what the Dark Knight or the Justice League thinks! They can my kiss ass, and furthermore, you're asking for it. It'd be a real shame if you were to suddenly vanish, Vale." I screamed.

"So you're admitting it! She's practically threatening to kill me," Vicki shouted.

"Allegedly!" Bryn yelled.

"Enough! Get her away from these two," Roy yelled, while hauling both Bryn and me to the back of the police station where his car was waiting.

"Nicky, you need to work on that temper," he said.

"No. I've been told that my temper makes angry sex way hotter," I said smirking at him.

Roy asked, "Am I going to be able to test that theory in the near future, maybe?"

"I'll think about it."

"Ugh! Get a room!" Bryn scoffed, while buckling her seatbelt.

At Wayne Manor

"What do you mean he's on the other side of the country? He should be here, yelling at me or something!" I shouted.

"Miss Nicole, please calm down. Master Bruce said that he'd be here as soon as possible. How about some tea? I'm sure it will calm your nerves," Alfred replied wearily.

Poor Alfred, it's not his fault that he serves a worthless jackass.

"I'm sorry, Alfred. I'm not mad at you, I just…I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I think I'll have that tea now," I mumbled.

He nodded and left for the kitchen. Poor Alfred? He's covering for the jackass in question! I need to find out what they're hiding and fast. There is no way that Bruce misses out on the opportunity to scold me for getting arrested and accused of murder.

I sat down on a leather couch, staring out the window. It was raining. When does it ever not rain in Gotham? It wasn't until I felt weight on lap that my eyes left the window.

"Dick, move!" I said, irritably.

"So not aster," Dick replied, but didn't move.

"Richard Grayson-Wayne, move now or I shall move you myself."

"I'd like to see you try! Why are you crabby? You didn't kill anyone; I know you didn't do it!" Dick said.

"Oh yeah? How are you so sure? I'm from the wrong side of the tracks; you don't know what I've done. This could be a repeat offense or a pattern, you never know." I grinned, trying to scare him.

"Nah, you're not a killer. Besides, he was you're friend, right?" Dick asked.

"Yeah, I saw him almost every day. He and my boss were close friends…I would never hurt Rick. He was like the annoying Uncle I wish was still here."

"Hmm then it sounds like someone has it in for you. They killed someone close to you and framed you, possibly?" Dick said suggested.

This was too surreal. When did we land in an episode of Scooby Doo? Oh no! Does that make me Daphne or Velma? What am I talking about? I don't know anyone who would have it out for me except Vicki Vale.

"Do think Vicki Vale did it?" I ask.

"This happened before she knew who you were related to. You have to go deeper, think of any and every one that could have an agenda against you." He said, nodding

"I can't think of anyone…"

Dick tilted his head, asking, "What about your boss? Maybe he might know something about that night he's not telling anyone?"

And in that moment I looked at Dick like he'd grown two heads. 'Future police detective' right in front of me was making a good case. It seemed that everything stemmed from Ethan. In fact, I still haven't confronted him about his past relationship with my "missing" father. I'd like to have a chat with Ethan about that. Wait a minute… How does a thirteen year old know about all of this? Oh yeah, they are definitely hiding something.

"Dick?"

"Yeah, Nicky?"

"I think you've been watching too much Scooby Doo," I said, shaking my head.

"Obviously you need to watch more of it!" he said, laughing, while doing an acrobatic flip and walking out of the room.

I got up and walked up the stairs into a corridor in the West wing. The whole hallway was lined with family portraits. I stopped at Bruce's and did a double take. The way he stood and the almost glare; they reminded me of…something or someone. But, who?

"What would Batman say about this sudden turn of events?"

No! It can't be…but what else could it be. I've been so stupid the signs were all hitting me in the face.

The identical glare, both of them being gone all the time and Alfred was covering for them. The broken up memories of an authoritative male voice saying he was "sorry". The fact that Bruce knows Gotham like the back of his hand, he has more than enough money to supply all of Batman's toys. And Robin…Dick looked to be about the same size from what I've read. And he's acrobatic…damn it! I better be wrong about this! Because if Alfred, Bruce and Dick have been lying to my face about being fucking Batman and Robin…I'm going to kick Bruce's ass! I'd never hurt Dick, I'll just yell at him a lot.

I'm getting a good night's rest because I'm going Bat hunting.