Disclaimer: I'd love to tell you that I own it all; however, that would be a lie. And lying is something that I would never do.
Author's Note: I'm apologizing in advance for the shortness of this chapter. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
Bruce shook his as he walked out of Danny's room, shutting the door behind him. It was only 5:45am and he had suggested they both try and get more sleep. He walked back to his room. "Something the matter, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.
Bruce didn't say anything until he was sure they were out of hearing range. "It's Danny, she had a nightmare. It was about the night her husband was killed. I don't know why, but I'd like nothing better than to have pulled the trigger myself." Bruce said as he stalked away.
Alfred smiled and chuckled softly to himself. He knew exactly why Bruce was feeling the way he did. Although, Bruce Wayne would never admit it, the tiny woman who had broken into his house had also broken into his heart. Alfred yawned and went back to bed himself.
For at least half an hour, Danny stared at the ceiling. She didn't want to close her eyes. She dreaded dreaming. But the comfort and warmth of the bed eventually overpowered her.
The door bell rang as Danny was taking the lasagna out of the oven. "Why do you always manage to lose your keys, Jackson?" She muttered as she went to open the door. During the months since he had moved in, Jackson had lost his keys more times than Danny could count. However, it wasn't Jackson standing behind the door. "Jonathan?" She gasped. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Hello, sis. Are the kids at home?" Jonathan smirked as he walked, uninvited, through the door.
"No, they're out with Jackson." Danny replied. It was no secret that Danny didn't like her brother. Even though Jackson and Jonathan were biologically identical twins, when it came to personality, they were complete opposites. Jackson was kind and caring. He was always protecting Danny. Jonathan, on the other hand, was cruel and calloused. Danny was one of his favorite people to torment. "What do you want?"
"I want you work at Arkham. I need a new secretary." Jonathan said with a smirk.
Danny woke groggily from her dream. She pulled the down comforter up beneath her chin. She smelled coffee, and at that moment, her stomach growled. She looked at the clock. It was a few minutes after 10:00am. She got up and stretched. She ran her fingers through her hair, and then walked softly out of the room.
She padded softly down the hallway, following the smell of coffee. She didn't notice the presence behind her. "Are you planning on running away? Because you forgot to put your shoes on." Bruce said softly.
Danny turned with a startled grin. "Actually, I was following the smell of the coffee."
Bruce's grin turned into an all-out smile. "In that case, you're going the wrong way." He said, taking Danny's arm gently, and leading her to the kitchen. Within minutes they were enjoying the best coffee Danny had ever tasted.