Chapter Three. I felt good starting this chapter, but then I was a bit unsure in the middle part. It's kind of hard writing a story when a character talks to two people who are actually the same person, but they don't know haha. Enjoy and share your input on this chapter!

The cold winter air nipped at any exposed skin as a fresh blanket of white snow slowly drifted towards the city surface, covering the streets with the gentle snow. People rushed through the streets of Gotham, children giggling on the sidewalks in front of their houses, and homeless wanders struggling to keep warm in their makeshift shelters. Slowly, walking down the sidewalk was Bryson his hazel green eyes watching the falling snow peacefully. In both of his hands was a steamy hot cup of coffee, the rim of one covered in a thin layer of coffee from being drunk from. The other was still untouched.

"I better not catch a cold out here" Bryson muttered lowly as his breath was visible within the ice cold weather, his winter police jacket covered in a thin layer of frost. The snow continued to fall and Bryson continued to complain about the cold, but the truth was he chose to be out in the cold. He had been given the morning shift today and he had finally finished his final round about twenty minutes ago, but he had one more thing to do before he headed back home.

He had to see if she'd show up.

It had been two weeks since Bryson had made the accidental trip to the cave and ever since then he hadn't seen Batgirl. He assumed she was watching from afar, but no amount of trouble he tried to get himself into was able to get her out of hiding.

Had he done something wrong?

"Batgirl! You here!" Bryson called out loudly as he entered the alley where he had followed her into about two weeks ago. The day after the incident he returned here to find the phone booth, missing. It was obvious Nightwing and the others didn't want Bryson attempting to make another trip back to the cave. It was a safety measure and he understood, but what he didn't understand was why Batgirl was avoiding her.

There hadn't been a real sighting of Batgirl in Gotham for some time, so he assumed she was busy doing undercover work somewhere else; but after searching through the news there was no sighting. It was slowly eating him away.

"I guess I'll just leave this over here, again" Bryson sighed heavily as he placed the untouched coffee cup onto of a old snow covered supply crate, where several other coffee cups were scattered around it.

This hadn't been his first visit.

"I'll see you again, tomorrow" Bryson sighed as he stuffed his hands warmly into his jacket pocket and started shuffling through the snow.

"Hey, you gonna to drink this?" A voice called out as Bryson recognized it as the local homeless man who would usually treat himself to the coffee he left behind. Bryson simply sighed heavily before throwing his hand in the air, signaling him to go for it. The homeless man grinned a toothless smile before turning to the coffee cup, only to find it was missing. "What the?"

Bryson stumbled into his apartment snow trailing behind him as he kicked off his boots, sighing heavily as he flicked on the hall lights and made his way into the living room. The low sound of foot steps down the hall could be heard causing Bryson's ears to perk up, but then it was obviously who it was. Rushing down the hallway was a large German Sheppard, his tongue trailing behind his mouth as he playfully tackled Bryson into the nearby sofa. The two year old dog was overjoyed to see his owner.

"How was your day, Chief?" Bryson chuckled softly as he roughly rubbed the furry headed dog.

The dog released a loud echoing bark as he attempted to lick his owner's snow covered face, but the young man held the dog off. He wasn't in the mood to be covered in drool.

"Sounds greats. So, I once again spent an extra four bucks on some coffee for hobo Joe" Bryson sighed heavily as Chief joined his owner on the sofa, the tired police officer weakly turning the television on. Chief whimpered lowly as he could tell his owner was down about something, but he couldn't tell what. Suddenly, the news appeared on the screen. A young blonde haired news caster standing in front of a large mansion, her furry winter coat covered in snow as she had been out there for a large amount of time.

"I stand out of the luxurious Wayne mansion where a large fund raiser for the Gotham police department is being held. Tonight it will be filled with the rich, the famous, and the highly dedicated to the force"

Bryson sighed upon hearing this, "I really don't want to go."

Chief gave him an odd look.

"I guess you're right" Bryson mumbled lowly as he knew Chief couldn't talk, but it made him feel like he had someone to talk too. Someone very hairy, who had no idea what he was saying, "I promise to bring you back one of those fancy stakes."

Barbara sighed annoyingly as she leaned against the marble pillar located in the dining hall of Wayne mansion. The well dressed luxurious citizens of the city mingled with each other, talks about the stocks being the main subject of conversation; but on occasion the crime fighters of the city would come up in talk. Mr. Wayne glided throughout conversation to conversation, his annoyance with the parties that his company would plan always getting in his way as his duty of the cities' protector.

"How are you doing, honey?" James Gordon asked curiously as he handed his daughter a glass of water, Barbara shrugging as her lips gently touched the glass rim. The liquid gently brushing against her lip stick covered lips. She wore an elegant black dress, her red hair done in a bun with part of it draped behind her back slightly, and two large pins dug into her bun. She was breathing taking.

"I'm fine, I just hate rubbing elbows with these people" Barbara admitted as her mouth chuckled softly at her comment, he wore his dress blue police uniform as it was a charity for the department so he was required too. Some of the high ranking officers were at the part along with the retired, but very few officers were at the party. Too rich for them Barbara assumed.

"Well get comfortable, because this thing is going to last all night" James chuckled loudly as his attention was caught by several men who were signaling him over to talk. James sighed loudly as he hated these type of parties, it was always business men to rich to shine their own shoes asking him about the times he tagged along with the Batman to save Gotham; whether it was from Scarecrow, the Joker, or Bane the rich loved the stories. "I guess I better talk to these guys, don't want their charity bounds for the department to go dry."

Before her dad could even begin the dreaded walk over to the well dressed men, Barbara quickly grabbed his arm. Her eyes wide as they fell upon a figure standing near one of the large glass windows overlooking the mansion's backyard. The man wore the dress blue of a police officer, his back towards them but Barbara could tell who it was. He was here, but how!

"Who is that?" Barbara asked her dad trying to play it off like she didn't know who it was.

"Ummm... Oh, that's Officer. Wayne! New to the force but I've tagged along with him a few times, he's a good officer but still has many things to learn" James explained as he gave his daughter a confused look, why was she so interested in him out of all the people here. Of all the rich folks in the mansion her eyes were plastered upon the average paid police officer.

"Why is he here if he's so new to the force? Isn't this a high class party, for the rich and the older timers to the force?" Barbara questioned her dad curiously as she was unsure why he was here. Hopefully he couldn't recognize her, he was a sharp guy. James sighed once again as the group of men didn't want any longer for him to join them.

"He's Bruce Wayne's last family member, his cousin" James answered his daughter before he was forced to leave her side to rub elbows with the rich.

His cousin! She had done hundreds of background checks on him, but yet she had never found one hint that he was related to the billionaire and her boss. It was obvious Bruce had erased that part of his family tree on purpose, whether they had a bad pass or it was to keep him safe; it was beyond her.

Maybe she could have some fun with him.

Suddenly, Bryson placed his glass down on a nearby tray and started making his way towards the exit. He was leaving! Barbara quickly removed her heels and slung them over her shoulder, rushing through the crowed trying to catch him before he left. Racing out of the twin oak doors she spotted the uniformed police officer stepping down the mansion's front steps.

"Hey, where are you going?" Barbara cried out as she suddenly realized what she had just said. To him she was a complete stranger not the masked hero he was so use to now. Bryson spun around his mind recognizing the voice slightly, but luckily Barbara was able to cover up her real voice with a different one when she was wearing her crime fighting mask.

Bryson's eyes fell upon the girl who didn't dare to step into the snow with no heels on; her seductive red lips reminding him of someone who knew and her soft pale skin bring his mind back to who he was heading off to see.

"Do I know you?" Bryson called out his breathe visible as he spoke.

"Um... I'm Barbara Gordon, the Commissioner's daughter. I've seen you around before and just wanted to know why you are leaving the party so early?" Barbara lied through her teeth as she feared he'd recognize her. How stupid could she be! She was so eager to talk to him so almost blew her cover. She had already screwed up once; she couldn't risk screwing up again.

"Nice to meet you, but I have to go" Bryson explained as he kept eyeing the patrol car he drove to the party.

"You meeting someone?" Barbara called out as she praying that he'd so no.

"Yeah" Bryson called back as Barbara's heart sunk upon hearing this.

"Oh, well sorry for keeping you busy! Maybe if you're done early you could return and maybe have a drink with me, this party is a bit boring!" Barbara called out as she watched Bryson climb into the patrol car. The engine roaring as he turned the car around preparing to drive off, but suddenly he stopped. His window rolling down as he stuck his head out. "I'd love too!"

Barbara's heart lifted up upon hearing this as she couldn't hold back her excitement.

"You know he's going to see you, right?" Bruce sighed lowly as he joined Barbara at the steps.

"How do you know?" Barbara asked as Dick had informed Bruce about everything that was going on.

"He's my cousin, trust me" Bruce assured her.

Bryson sighed loudly as he stood in the snowy alley way in his dress blue uniform, his eyes weakly starring at his feet as he could of swore she'd be here tonight. He had that feeling in his gut.

"What's up with the dressy uniform?" A voice called out from above him as Bryson looked up to see no other then Batgirl slowly repelling downwards.

"I was at a party, but where the hell have you been?" Bryson demanded to know.

"Around."

Around!

"I get sucked into some crazy head quarters filled with uniformed freaks and then you leave me out of the loop for two weeks and all you can say is you were around" Bryson stated firmly as he all he could think of day and night was her and the cave. He wanted to make sense about all of this.

"I never liked coffee" Barbara sighed as she playfully kicked the left over cups that Bryson would always leave her. She looked up at him with helpless eyes as if she wanted to tell him something, but she couldn't.

"What's going on?"

"The reason I haven't been around is because something has came up. We both know about the corruption in the force and it seems just last week it seems someone helped the Joker escape Arkaum Asylum. My team and I are trying to figure out whom, but whoever did it left no clues. We need someone on the inside who knows the men of the force to help us out on this. We need you" Batgirl explained as Bryson couldn't find the words to speak. They wanted him to help them out on a mission, no not wanted... They needed him. It was his time to shine and be a hero!

"I'll get right on it" Bryson almost cried out joyfully.

"Good. I'll see you in a few days, no worries. Now, get back to that party there's probably someone waiting for you" Batgirl said with a sly grin as she disappeared into the shadows.

How did she know?

"Crap, the Commissioner's daughter!"

Bryson raced up the steps of the mansion as napkins and garbage littered them. The lot was nearly empty as the party was practically over and his heart was racing. The Commissioner could easily fire him for keeping his daughter waiting, but that wasn't his biggest worry. There was something about her that drew him in; now that he got things cleared with Batgirl he could finally focus.

Racing through the twin doors his heart sunk as he noticed the empty hall. A waiter cleaning up the mess, but what caught his eye was who sat all alone. It was the red haired girl before... Barbara was her name. The commissioner was talking with Bruce somewhere else in the house and for some odd reason she was waiting, but not for her dad... Him?

"Oh, fellow officer" Barbara chirped playfully as she patted the chair next to her as all of the other chairs had been put away.

"Sorry, about the wait" Bryson apologized as the meeting with Batgirl wasn't long but the ride there and back was.

"Did you find the person you were looking for?" Barbara asked curiously as she playfully knew the answer.

"Um... Yeah, it was work related. Sorry, about being so rude before. I'm Bryson Wayne."

Barbara smiled at him. Only if he really knew what was going and who she was. She truly wanted to tell him, but it wasn't allowed.

She could tell how less stress he looked after she told him about the Joker earlier. It was just obvious he just wanted to see her again and clear everything up.

This was going to be a long partnership.

I really hope you guys enjoyed thsi chapter. The middle to the end was a bit rough. I will probabaly be getting a beta reader for the enxt chapter so grammar won't be that annoying next time around, sorry. I was in a rush.