Disclaimer: Danny is the creation of my brain... aside from that, I own nothing.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BATMAN.

Danny saw the flash of anger in his eyes. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the blows he would surely rain down on her. To her surprise, they never came. Bruce Wayne crumpled up the note. "Who told you I'm Batman?" He demanded.

Danny shook her head. "Nobody told me."

"Then how did you figure it out?"

"The night that Narrows were gassed I…" She hesitated a second too long.

"You what…!" Bruce demanded, shoving her against the pillar with more force than was necessary.

Danny groaned at the pain. "I wasn't affected by the toxin the same way everyone else was. Instead of my nightmares, I saw the private people behind the fronts they put up in public. I saw their secret identities behind their masks."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that when everyone else saw Batman, I saw Bruce Wayne." She replied.

She was trembling violently. Bruce took his hand off of her shoulder. He hadn't meant to hurt her. He turned to Alfred, who had been silently watching. "Alfred, would you make us some tea? We'll finish this conversation in the library."

"As you wish, Master Bruce."

While Bruce's attention was elsewhere, Danny once again made a dash for the door. Just as before, she was stopped by the strong arms of Bruce Wayne wrapping themselves tightly around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She began wiggling in a desperate attempt to escape. Bruce merely tight his hold on her. "You and I both know that you'll give out long before I even begin to tire." He said calmly. Danny stilled; however, Bruce still held her tightly. "Now, if I let you go, will you promise not to run?"

"The hell I will!" She snapped.

"Suit yourself." He replied as he picked her up and carried her upstairs.

"What do think you're doing? Put me down!"

Bruce shook his head. "Not a chance, you've already tried to run twice. I gave you a choice, but you refused to cooperate." He said as they entered the library. Bruce closed the door behind him and set Danny down in one of two overstuffed chairs. He locked the door and sat down across from her. He saw that the fear in her eyes had changed to sheer terror, and she was trembling even more violently than before. Those facts bothered and confused him.

He's got me exactly where he wants me now. Danny thought. I am so screwed. She refused to look at her captor, hoping that he would do whatever he was going to do quickly and get it over with. There was a knock at the door. Bruce stood, opened the door and took the tea from Alfred. "Thanks, Alfred. I've got everything else covered."

"Very well, Master Bruce. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Alfred." Bruce replied. Once again he locked the door. He set the tea down on the small table between the chairs and then turned his attention to Danny. "Tell me something, Danny, how can someone who is brave enough to break into my home, be scared senseless when they're caught?"

She looked up at him. "Will you just get it over with?" She asked softly.

Now Bruce was really confused. "Get what over with?"

"You brought me up here to kill me or beat the shit out of me, didn't you?" She replied, dreading the answer.

Bruce's jaw dropped in surprise. Her fear now made perfect sense. "Don't be absurd! Where would you get that idea?"

Danny shrugged. "I guess I just came to expect it." She muttered looking down at the floor. She ran her hands through her hair again, and for the first time, Bruce notice a scar on her face that had been hidden by her hair. He didn't know what kind of hell the young woman sitting in front of him had been through, but he wouldn't stop until he had the answers.