I do not own Batman or any of the DC characters. I do own the OCs. Reviews are appreciated. Let me know what you think of it. Constructive Criticism is always welcomed.

It took me just five minutes to come up with a theme for the show. I was very satisfied with everything I had planned. The theme you ask, "Bringing Dance to the streets."

Every year the same old dances are danced to the same old songs, so I hear. Like I had mentioned earlier, GDA was very prestigious. I wanted to shake it up a bit, okay more than a bit, a whole lot.

I knew that my job was in jeopardy when I decided the theme, but I really didn't do my job for the money, either.

The next week of school, I posted some flyers, for the students and staff, about dancing in the recital and if they were interested to come to a meeting in my studio. The meeting was packed, contrary to how many people I though would attend. You could tell by the excitement lighting up each one of their faces that they liked the whole scheme I had for it. I was psyched.

"So, here's the deal. No one else knows about how the recital is going to be ..uhm… presented. I need you all to keep it all hush hush. Don't tell anyone especially the dean or any other high ranked staff. Agreed?" I asked the crowd that stood before me.

They all nodded as a sign that they agreed to keep my secret.

We got started that day on some of the routines; everyone seemed to be really getting into it. Even though the my group was filled with so many different types of dancers, when I gave them a few moves they moved as if they had been doing it all their life. I knew right then that this show was going to be monumental.

The second count of 8 had just been given, when I heard talking coming from the studio entrance. I felt eyes on me as I danced through the first count of 8, but I shook it off considering I had a large group behind me learning the steps I was making. But it was something different about these eyes.

The music came to an abrupt end.

"Miss Matthews, may we have a word please?" the dean asked.

"Sure." I responded. "Alright guys practice the first 8 and start on the second." I told my group.

"May I help you, Sir?" I asked politely.

"As a matter of fact you can. As you know Bruce Wayne is a large contributor to our programs here at GDA."

"Yes, I am aware of that."

"He is hosting a party at his newly rebuilt manor and is inviting the staff to attend. He wants to get to know the people that make GDA what it is." He said.

"That's very kind of him." I said hoping that the next words that were going to float out of his mouth wouldn't be the "You have to come!" command.

"As a staff of GDA, you are required to attend. I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem attending, correct?" I mentally rolled my eyes.

"No Sir, I do not have a problem with that." I smiled.

"Great, its tomorrow night at 7." And with that he walked towards the door leaving me in a bad mood.

It was no point in continuing the practice after that, I was just too pissed off. After collecting my things and shutting the studio down, I walked to my apartment. There it was, just the way I left it, in a chaotic mess. I needed to clean, so that's what I did for the next 2 hours. I was so tired after all of that I took a shower and went straight to bed.

The next morning came too quickly. I just laid there not wanting to get up to go to work, then I realized that it was Saturday. That made me really happy, until I remembered what I had to do tonight.

"Crap, I need a dress." I said aloud even though no one was there.

And with that I got up and dressed. I grabbed a granola bar and a water on my way out the door. It was no way I was going to find a perfect dress to wear to a party that was being held the same day.

So, I went to store after store looking for a dress that looked semi descent on me. I was having no luck, until I found a vintage dress shop. There I found this white gown that had spaghetti straps with a v-neck and a gorgeous pair of strappy heels that accented the dress beautifully.

"Thank you god!" I said looking at myself in the mirror of the dressing room.

When I got back to my apartment I showered and began the primping process. It's a good thing I had about 4 hours to get ready, because I got distracted by America's best Dance Crew on tv.

My hair was done along with my make-up and I was dressed and ready to go. Not that I was looking forward to meeting a bunch of rich snobs, but I was kind of excited. This party was my first real Gotham outing, outside of GDA.

When I arrived, I was speechless, and that was something that didn't happen often. Wayne manor was by far the most gorgeous place I had ever laid eyes on. It had this gothic palace feel to it, which was the most intriguing feature. Architecture always interested me. Sadly, the beautifulness of it was hidden by a row of flashes from the cameras of the press. All I could see was green dots on everything.

"Stupid Paparazzi." I muttered.

Inside was equally beautiful as its cover. It had so much detail in every piece of wood, window, and door. For a minute I thought I had stepped into a museum. But I was dragged from my thoughts when a nice older man with a British accent asked me if I was alright.

"I'm fine, I was just admiring the beautiful architecture of this house."

"Why yes, it is quite lovely." He said smiling, then excused himself.

I found a balcony that overlooked what seemed to be a garden. Naturally, I headed straight for it. I stood there for a minute looking at the landscape while letting the breeze send cold chills down my back.

"Trying to avoid anyone, Miss Matthews?" a voice asked. I turned around to see the gorgeous smile of the one and only.

"Well, Mr. Wayne if you mean the thousands of flashing cameras then yes." I responded.

"I'm sorry about them, they seem to follow me around."

"It's okay, I'll forgive you this time." I said jokingly.

He laughed.

"So how is the recital plans going?" He asked.

"Absolutely great."

"So, I hear its all top secret."

"What! Who told you!?" I responded quickly.

"Ahh, so there is a secret plan. You have the whole staff left with question marks flooding their brains. They just can't figure you out." He said.

"Not a lot of people do succeed in figuring me out."

"Really? Is that a challenge Miss Matthews?" He asked.

"It's Abbie and only if you want it to be."

"In that case, it's Bruce and I accept that challenge. If you will excuse me, I think some of my guests are getting restless." He smiled at me as he walked away. I didn't know what just happened but I think I liked it.