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Author's note: Just to be safe, I don't know a thing about the comic books. So everything in here is based off of the movie.

Rain was beating down outside the newly rebuilt Wayne Manor. It was late and all the lights in the house were off. No one seemed to notice the young woman slip between the large, iron bars of the front gate. She was tiny and, when she turned sideways, slid through gaps of the gate with ease.

She checked her surroundings and then made her way to the house. After checking the windows for an alarm system, she quickly picked the lock on the front door and silently entered the house. Once inside, she closed and relocked the door. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, she once again checked her surroundings. Without making a sound, she began to make her way towards the stairs.

Without warning, a light was flipped on. "Don't move a muscle." A voice commanded. She froze for a minute. Shit. She turned with a smile to see who had caught her. Just the butler. You can talk your way out of this one. "Who are you and what's your business?" The butler demanded.

She smirked, her ice blue eyes searching for the nearest exit. "I'm… the interior decorator. I just wanted to get a look at the house."

"I don't recall Master Bruce mentioning that he hired an interior decorator." Alfred replied.

"That's because I didn't." A voice stated calmly from the top of the stairs.

The woman turned with surprise. This situation was getting worse by the minute. Say something, quick! The voice in her head screamed. "And isn't that a shame?" She blurted. "This place could use a few feminine touches." The Cheshire-like grin never left her face and she inched towards the door.

"You broke into my house. I have to assume that you want something." Bruce replied.

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. "Nope, just wanted to see the house." She said. She wasn't far from the door. "We'll talk soon." She finished and then began racing for the door. Shit! It's still locked! Don't panic, just… Her thoughts were interrupted by two strong arms wrapping themselves around her.

Bruce Wayne easily caught the fleeing woman. He quickly turned her around to face him; then, using his body weight, he pinned against a nearby pillar. Looking down at her thin face, he was reminded of someone but he wasn't sure who. "Let me go!" She yelled and attempted to beat on his chest with her tiny fists.

Bruce shook his head. After what he'd endured during his time with the league of shadows, the blows really didn't faze him. "I'm not letting you go until you give me some honest answers." He growled. He really wouldn't mind holding her there all night. After all, she was pretty.

She looked up at him. Her small frame shaking with dread of what he could do to her. Nice work, genius. You're as good as dead. There was fear in her blue eyes. Bruce recognized that almost immediately. He was going to have fun with this one before all was said and done. "What do you want to know?" She asked; her voice was shaking.

Bruce backed away a little but still kept her pinned to the pillar. "Well, your name for one. I like to know who I'm talking to."

"Danny… my name's Danny."

"Danny…? Is that short for something?" Bruce asked.

"It's short for… Danielle." She replied; it was evident that she preferred to be called Danny.

"Well then, Danny, I'm going to ask you again. Why did you break into my house?"

Danny sighed. "I wanted to leave you something. But I didn't want you know who left it."

"Well, if I didn't know where the gift came from, I couldn't send you a thank you note, could I?" Bruce replied. A grin was tugging at the corners of his mouth. "So let's see it."

Danny gritted her teeth as she dug into her pocket. She pulled out a note. "Here. Just a note."

Bruce stepped back and unfolded the note; his right hand gripped Danny's shoulder. His expression darkened as he read the note.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BATMAN.