(AN: So hi again, thanks for reading this far :) you guys are great, again pleeeeease R&R, I really want to know what you think)

Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Batman or any of the charactors. I hope that is somewhat obvious now :p

Once I hit my bed, I literally passed out. I slept to hard for dreams and too hard to hear Alred come in and set food on the nightstand next to me. When I woke up I smelt the wonderful smell of French toast, bacon, coffee and my favorite syrup. It was strawberry flavored and Alfred only let me have it on special occasions. I wondered what was so special about today.

It only took me about two minutes to eat everything on the tray. I guess there was no reason to question my gender when I ate like that.

I dressed into a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt and walked out of my quarters. I quietly put my tray in the kitchen. I began to wash my dishes. I assumed Alfred was with Bruce probably in the back yard. They spent a lot of time out there just talking. I never really minded. I sort of liked the mansion to myself sometimes.

"Alfred can do that if you'd rather train." I jumped at the sound of his voice. I turned around to see Bruce dressed and cleaned. Dispite what I told myself, sometimes I couldn't help but feel something stirring inside of me when I looked at the hansom man.

"Ahh, I know, but...he does a lot already..."

"Alright," he said beginning to walk away.

"Wait!"

"What?" he asked stopping.

"Alfred said you went on a date...how was it?" I asked with a friendly smile.

"It was...fine," suddenly a woman walked out of his quarters with only a long shirt. She was beautiful...but just like all the other women who came back to the manor. Tall, slender, big boobs and no personality. I guess everyone has a type. She smiled to me and kissed Bruce.

"I gotta go, hun," she said pulling on a pair of jeans. I looked away as she got dressed. She just giggled. "Never seen a naked woman?" she asked me.

"Ahh, yeah," I mummbled, "Not other than myself..." I added so quietly no one could hear me. What did he see in girls like this? I heard them kiss one more time and the door open and shut.

"Sounds like it went pretty good," I said with a tinge of sarcasm.

"Yeah," he said, "you cut your hair again." I jumped at the mention of it.

"Yup, it was getting long."

"It was," he said with distain,"You were starting to look like a girl." My stomach jumped into my throat. He grabbed my shoulder, "I was joking! What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing," I said. "I think I'm gonna go train a bit. Last night that thief was able to get his knife into me a bit."

"Alright," he said and was gone. Where does he go when he does that? And how does he do that?

I walked into the work-out rooms and wrapped my hands with leather. Instently I went to the hanging dummy. I let myself go. Normally I held back a bit but today I needed to beat the total crap out of something. Within a few minute I got so sweaty I took off my top and let myself go in just a tank top.