Disclaimer:Do I need to repeat myself?

Author's note: I'm sorry this chapter took so long. It is, however, one of the two "family reunion" chapters that I have planned. So here it is. Enjoy

Bruce slipped his arm around Danny's waist. He wasn't going to let her out of his sight. He knew the types of people in attendance. Many wouldn't think twice about taking advantage of a young, beautiful woman, like Danny. In fact it was almost second nature to them. Bruce's resolve was soon challenged, by none other that Rachel Dawes. "Hello Bruce, mind if I steal your date for a while?" She asked with a smile that Bruce had never been able to refuse.

"Well, Rachel, I guess that's up to Danny." Bruce replied. Thirty seconds later, he was standing alone in a crowded room.

Jackson slipped past the party and over to the front desk. "May I help you, sir?" The perky, blond receptionist asked.

"Yes, I managed to forget my key in my room."

"And what is your room number, sir?"

"I'm staying in room 4080." Jackson said, flashing her a smile.

"4080... Here you go sir, have a lovely evening." The receptionist replied.

"You too."

"Danny this is Angie Sutton." Rachel said. "She's the senior editor of…"

"Gotham Fashion News." Danny finished.

"You two have met?"

"Of course, Miss Dawes, Danielle Rippner was one my most promising amateur models."

"What happened?"

"GFN frowns on models who are 17, pregnant, and unmarried." Danny said softly.

"How is the family life suiting you, dear?" The older woman asked, oblivious to Bruce Wayne's arrival.

"Excuse me, ladies, I hope don't mind if I steal my date." He said, as he wrapped his arms around Danny's waist.

Jackson watched Bruce Wayne escort Danny away from the two women she had been with. They made their way to the dance floor. Jackson grinned. Danny was a killer dancer, and the dance floor would be the perfect place for him to make his presence known. He slipped between groups of partygoers, and made his way over to his sister and the Prince of Gotham.

The couple was dancing a graceful waltz. Bruce was having the time of his life making Danny smile. They stopped when someone tapped Bruce on the shoulder. He turned to see a man nearly identically to Jonathan Crane. "Crane?"

"Jackson Rippner, actually; I believe you're dancing with my sister. Would you mind if I cut in?" Jackson replied with a smile.

Bruce nodded. "By all means." He said stepping out of the way. "I'll be talking business if you need me, Danny."

"I'm her brother; she'll be fine with me." Jackson replied with a challenging look that told Bruce to shut up and go away. When Bruce was gone, Jackson turned his full attention to his sister. "Hi, Danny."

"Hi, Jack. When did you get into town?"

"A few days ago. I've been looking for you."

"Really? I had no idea."

"Would you mind coming up to my suite, so we can talk in private?" Jackson asked, his smile fading slightly.

"Sure, what's wrong?"

"I'll explain when we get upstairs." Jackson said, leading Danny off the dance floor and away from the party. He made sure that Wayne hadn't seen them leave. He wasn't in the mood to squabble with a spoiled billionaire playboy. When they were alone in his room, Jackson shut the door and wrapped his sister in a hug.

She returned the gesture. "I missed you, Jack." She said softly.

"I missed you too. How are the kids?"

Oh God! He doesn't know. Danny thought. "Jack… Maddie and Cillian are gone." She said as the tears sprang up in her eyes.

"What? Danny what happened?"

"The night the narrows were gassed…"

"The narrows were gassed? Danny I was in a coma for three months, I had no news from the outside world during that time. Who gassed the narrows?"

"Jonathan did."

"Jonathan! That little… How did he…?"

"He used that stupid toxin of his."

"Danny, what happened to Cillian and Maddie?"

"They died. The babysitter went crazy because of the toxin and shot them. I… I didn't get there in time…" Danny began sobbing, and nearly collapsed.