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Dark Knight III

Pulling up to the Wayne Manor, Bumper grew anxious as he spotted Amy waiting at the foot of the front steps.

Switching off the car, he stepped out of the vehicle by himself.

Amy's forehead crinkled in confusion. "Didn't you pick her up from the station?"

"She asked to be dropped off." He answered.

The Australian eyed him suspiciously, looking for a direct answer. She could see the sweat start to form at his hairline, something that only happened when he was either scared or guilty.

"Where did you drop her off Bumper?" Amy demanded.

Bumper raised his hands in surrender. "She wanted to go to the cave."

Jaw dropping, Amy stood shocked. Beca hadn't returned to the bat cave as they called it, since Harvey's death was headlining over every paper in the city. Since she stopped being Batwoman.

"Why would you bring her there?" Amy was yelling now.

Bumper knew how she felt about Beca being Batwoman. She hated having her friend in danger. Amy knew that Beca could look after herself but they've grown up together despite her family's history of serving the Wayne's and it would kill her if anything were to happen to the brunette.

Slightly taken aback by the volume of Amy's voice, Bumper stuttered. "W-well she asked to be driven there."

Rolling her eyes with an aspirated sigh, Amy turned away from him to return back into the mansion.

Bumper jogged up to catch up to her but was stopped short when Amy's hand shot out to stop him. "Don't follow me. And don't come to my room tonight, someone might see us again."

Face falling, Bumper nodded his head deftly behind her.

Later that week.

97… 98… 99…

Beca counted in her head as she finished her set of push ups.

Pushing herself off of her palms, she jumped up to answer the phone ringing on the other side of the room.

"Rebecca Wayne speaking." Beca answered a little out of breath.

"I was going to say I couldn't find your mystery woman but it sounds like you already found another." Jesse chuckled on the other end.

Rolling her eyes at him, Beca plopped down onto the computer chair in front of the monitors. "Shut up I was working out."

"Are you training again?" Jesse asked excitedly in her ear.

Pondering the question, Beca didn't know what to tell him. After her encounter with the mysterious redhead, she felt motivated to be the person she once was.

But Jesse said he couldn't find her and that put a damper on her decision.

So she avoided the question. "You couldn't find her?"

The man sighed when Beca didn't answer his question.

"I didn't find the woman you described but I did find the woman from that night." He answered.

Beca sat up, content with his response.

"Her name is Chloe Kyle Beale. 32 years old. 5'3. High school dropout. And she has quite a record on her."

Beca chuckled, recalling the precision in her movements and plan to acquire her finger prints and DNA sample. "What's on her records?"

She could hear the flipping of paper from the other side as Jesse sighed.

"Nothing heavy. Some petty theft, breaking and entering, stuff like that. But nothing in the past couple years, around the same time the Dent Act was passed. So she either went clean or got better at staying under the radar."

Emily dodged her way through the bustling officers in the police department. In the past couple of weeks, she couldn't believe the increase in crime rate despite the diminished activity for the past couple of years.

Holding the folders closer to her chest, she knocked on the Commissioner's office door.

Commissioner Swanson opened the door. "Officer Blake, what do you have for me?"

Stepping into the room, Emily offered the folder to him. "The report on last night's incident."

Jesse nodded at the new recruit, impressed by what he was reading. "Great work."

The young woman nodded at his appraisal but her curiosity got the better of her when she should have left.

"Sir? There was one thing about the case that was odd. The anonymous tip about the situation, I couldn't identify who it was. That's never happened before and I could only think that the logical answer was that the Batwoman has -"

"That'll be all Officer." Jesse stopped her there.

Even though Beca didn't tell him, he didn't want to assume what last night's message from the Batwoman meant. It would be easier for the sake of Gotham to say that Batwoman was still nowhere to be found.

Emily's breath faltered at the commissioner's brush off but nodded nonetheless and turned to leave.

"And Officer Blake, if you find anything else report back to me." The commissioner told her.

Later that night.

Aubrey sighed as she exited the precinct late that night. The police department had recently experienced a significant increase in crime activity and the stress was starting to get to her.

For once in her life she actually wished that Beca had put on the armor and do something about it. But the brunette had been quiet since the incident with the gang men in that bar last week.

Since she was kissed by the masked woman. Or masked criminal. Aubrey thought but still shivered at the memory.

Walking towards her car, she looked over her shoulder in the quiet parking lot. Not that she was afraid, she was a Captain for a reason but better safe than sorry.

Once seated in the vehicle, Aubrey nearly screamed in her seat as she found another person in the car.

Her back up gun was in the arm rest, in between her and the intruder.

Quickly reaching for the button on the console, a warm hand covered Aubrey's hand.

"Fancy seeing you again." Her intruder purred in the dark car but the blonde knew who it was immediately.

She would have rolled her eyes if it weren't such a dangerous situation. "Why are you here?"

The other woman turned her head towards her. "Let's just say I couldn't stay away. And I did promise the next time we would see each other would be much more pleasurable didn't I?"

Aubrey's grip on the console faltered. Damn this woman. Her voice was liquid sex, smooth and confident in all the ways Aubrey liked.

Before the blonde could pry any further, the other woman was climbing into her lap.

Aubrey's seat dropped back quickly and she found her view to be quite pleasing as the other woman's cleavage clouded her vision.

Despite the darkness in the car, Aubrey was too distracted to notice her intruder taking a hold of her hands. The clicking of the cuffs pulled her back to reality and Aubrey knew she was stuck (in more ways than one.)

The other woman leaned in close to the Captain. Aubrey could tell that she had no mask on but it was too dark to make out any distinct features.

Warm hands slid down her sides, causing Aubrey's breath to hitch suddenly. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and for once was grateful for the lack of light.

The other woman's giggle only added to the burning and fluttering of her insides so she kept her mouth shut from further humiliating herself.

The sound of metal clipping confused Aubrey as she watched the intruder dangle her key pass in front of her. Her face fell as she realized she totally misread the situation.

"Give it back." Aubrey commanded through her gritted teeth, her shoulders ached as she tried to pull her hands free.

The intruder twirled a stray lock of blonde around her finger whilst verifying the pass in her hand. "No can do … Aubrey Posen. The name is fitting."

Through her words Aubrey could hear the smile behind it and almost returned it by how much she liked the way it rolled off the other woman's tongue.

A response was about to make its way out of her mouth but Aubrey found her mouth go dry as her shirt was being unbuttoned and teeth trapped her earlobe.

"Now, to the pleasurable part."

So …