Disclaimer: In a perfect world, I would own everything and get paid millions of dollars for every chapter. But this isn't a perfect world.

Jackson scooped Danny up in his arms and carried her to the couch. He grabbed a bottle of water on the way. When his sister was settled on the couch, he handed her the water and pulled up a chair. He took Danny's hand in his. "Danny, I'm sorry. If I had known…"

Danny shook her head. "You couldn't have known."

"I should have been there for you… how long have you been hanging around Bruce Wayne?" There was a dangerously, protective edge to that question.

Danny squeezed Jackson's hand. "He gave me a job, Jack."

"What kind of job?"

"I'm his personal assistant."

"What do you do for him?"

"Answer his phone, write letters, take messages, and make calls, schedule appointments."

"I don't trust him, Danny."

"Jack… he got me out of the narrows."

"For which I am very grateful, but…" Jackson was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. He got up to answer it. Danny followed him. He opened it to find Bruce Wayne. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for my date." Bruce said with a smile.

"She's busy."

"Doing what?"

"None of your business." Jackson was feeling childish.

Danny put her hand on Jackson's shoulder. "Jack, let him in."

"Danny, are you sure?" Jackson asked without breaking eye contact with Bruce.

"Yes, Jack, I'm sure."

"Fine." Jack replied as he stepped away from the door. "Mr. Wayne, it would seem you have found yourself in my sister's good graces. I suggest you keep it that way."

"Or you'll do what?" Bruce asked.

"You don't want to know."

Danny was growing tired of their childish bickering. "Honestly, you two, grow up!" She said in her sternest "motherly" voice. The two men turned their attention toward Danny. They looked like two school boys who had been caught fighting. Danny had to struggle to keep from laughing.

Bruce's cell phone rang. "Sorry, I have to take this call." He said as he opened the phone and stepped onto the balcony outside. "Hello?"

"Master Bruce, sorry to disturb you, but you're being signaled."

"Thanks Alfred. I'm on my way. Have everything ready when I get there."

"Of course."

Bruce hung up and went back inside. His expression was grim. "Danny, I have to go. I think something is wrong. Stay here with your brother, and don't leave this suite until I get back."

"She'll be safe with me."

"She'd better be." Bruce said as he ran out the door.

As Jackson shut the door, Danny sat down on the couch. "I hope this doesn't turn out to be something dangerous."

"It'll be fine. I'll go fix us something to drink. What would you like?"

"Apple juice."

Jackson grinned. "I'll see what I can do." He replied and went into the other room. Danny stood up and walked into the bathroom. She found a wash cloth and got it wet. She wrung it out and refolded it. She then pressed the cool cloth against the base of her neck.

A dull thud came from the other room. Danny dropped the wash cloth and went to check on her brother. She spotted him lying in a heap on the floor. He wasn't moving. "Jack…"

"Oh, he won't be getting up for a while." A voice said behind her.

Danny turned with a startled yelp and found herself face to face with her other brother. "Jonathan… what did you do?"

"Oh he's not dead. I wanted him to see what I'm gonna do to you first!" Jonathan hissed. Before Danny had time to react, she felt the sharp stab of a needle. Seconds later, her world went black. Jonathan grinned. He looked at the two men standing over Danny. "Take them back to the compound. We'll see if the Bat Man comes after them." The men left carrying the limp bodies of Jackson and Danny.

Batman met Gordon next to the bat signal. "What's going on?"

"This note came flying through my window." Gordon said, handing the note to Batman.

I know where she is, Bat Man.

Batman crumpled the note. "What does that mean?" Gordon asked.

"It's from scarecrow. He knows where his sister is." Batman replied as he disappeared. He had to get back to the hotel. He had to protect Danny.

Scarecrow smiled as he left the note. He was sure of things. First, the Bat Man would come back to the hotel room. Second, he would find the note. Third, he would come after Danny and Jackson. And finally, Scarecrow would be waiting. He would enjoy torturing Danny in front of the Bat Man. Then he would enjoy torturing the Bat Man.

Bruce had shed Batman costume and raced up to Jackson's suite. He hadn't bothered to knock when he saw the door was slightly ajar. "Danny!" He called. Where the hell was she? He glanced around the room and noticed the crisp, white, neatly folded, piece of paper. Another note from Scarecrow.

Batman, I have my sister and my brother. You shouldn't have left them alone. I've enclosed a map to our location. Be there tomorrow evening at midnight. You're not dumb enough to bring the police.

Scarecrow

What will Bruce do? Will he rescue Danny? Will he be caught in a trap? Would I give anything away? I don't think so!