Well we are back! We've been busy... very busy... and we are sorry for this. But we are writing this story now, and will hopefully update regularly.

But given our track record I wouldn't bloody count on it.

Yes... well... anyway we would like to introduce you to our new OC - Emily. Hopefully we will update soon... but as my partner said we don't really have the best record in this department. Anyway here you go! Good luck!

Disclaimer: We don't own batman... if we did Christian Bale would have had WAY more shirtless scenes. Although they would have all been 'tasteful'.

Letting out a sigh of relief Emily threw her keys on to her living room table, and sunk into an armchair. Work had been hard that day, even more so than normal. Having been roped into covering a shift for her 'on again - off again' friend Bonnie, meant she had spent the last eight hours standing behind a checkout. Such fun. Definitely where she had imagined her life ending up.

Managing to haul herself to her feet, she walked over to her kitchen, pressing a button on her answering machine on the way.

"Honey this is your mother. Again. Remember? The woman who ruined her body, and spent seven hours in labour, to bring you into this world. Why haven't you called me back yet? You haven't had your fitting, still, and your sister is starting to fret,"

Emily looked up from the bottom of her fridge to roll her eyes at the answering machine, her sister was always 'fretting'.

"...if this is your attempt to get out of coming to this wedding then you will be very, very, disappointed. I will drag your sorry behind here, kicking and screaming, if necessary..."

Emily continued to root through her fridge to find something edible, she really needed to go shopping. Ironic that she would forget to do it, considering she actually worked in a supermarket...

"..anyway love you darling. Call me soon."

She sighed to herself, rubbing her eyes she stood up and walked over to the phone. Pizza for dinner tonight. God she loved pizza.

Twenty minutes later the pizza had arrived, she had changed into her pyjamas, and was now snuggled up on her couch, wrapped up in a blanket.

"Let the awesomeness begin!"

She hit play on the DVD remote, while flushing at her own dorky-ness. Luckily her neighbours were out for the night, the walls between the apartments in her building were quite thin. That plus she had practically screamed her last sentence.

She smiled as the movie began, snuggling even deeper into her blanket, reminding her of a blanket igloo. She almost laughed out loud at that, her brain made for a good companion sometimes, lucky too considering she was viewed as somewhat of a shut-in by her mother. Probably by the rest of her family too.

But that was fine. She didn't mind at all. She was perfectly content with having no life.

It was only a little in to the film when her eyelids had begun to get heavy, she fought to stay awake as best she could. Emily smiled a little, gave up and closed her eyes, letting the voices from the television wash over her.

"Well, it's a good thing I left everything to you, then."

"Quite so, sir. And you can borrow the Rolls if you like. Just bring it back with a full tank."

She felt something hard jab her in the back, and pulled her blanket further over her head. Whatever it was jabbed her again, harder this time.

"Hey lady, you better move. Looks like rain."

Emily's eyes opened in an instant and she sat up too fast, making herself woozy. She looked towards where she had heard the voice. But the man who had woken her up had already begun to walk away.

She looked to her left and then to her right frantically, where the hell was she?

She was currently lying, well sitting now technically, in what appeared to by an alley. An alley filled with homeless men, and a passed out guy in a suit.

Blinking rapidly she realised it was most definitely not her apartment, her apartment was only slightly nicer than this. She cracked a small smile at the joke she had made in her head, and then proceeded to stand up quickly. Three seconds later she, with her blanket in tow, was trying to catch up to the man who had woken her up, as he was almost gone already. Jumping from spot to spot, half running, she knew she wouldn't reach him any time soon. She had never been a very fast runner, plus she was slowed down by the fact that there was glass everywhere, and not wearing any shoes, she had to avoid stepping on it.

"Hey! Hey you! Mister!"

He turned around, and Emily being raised to be a polite young woman, only managed to just disguise her look of revulsion. The man was absolutely filthy, almost to the point that she was considering taking him home to let him use her bathtub. All she had to do first was find out exactly where home was...

"Um... hi... yes. Well. Um.. You see..."

He was smiling at her now, making her slightly uncomfortable. She knew it certainly wasn't meant to be creepy, but she still couldn't help but feel that it was. She mentally slapped herself, there were bigger things to worry about and this man had only been nice so far. That plus she really did need to find out where the hell she was.

"You OK Miss?"

She smiled at him, and nodded. Then she realised she actually wasn't, and shook her head, still smiling.

"Um I'm a little lost... OK I'm actually very lost. You see I went to sleep in my apartment... and well as you can see," she waved her arm around, "this isn't exactly my apartment."

He let out a hearty laugh.

"Well of course not! It's mine!" He seemed to find his joke terribly funny, and continued laughing.

She laughed a little too, but he stopped all of a sudden.

"Alright, so you are lost?"

She nodded.

"Well where do you live honey? I can hardly help you get home, if I don't know where your home is."

She looked uneasy by this plan, but he continued smiling, his teeth were yellow she noted.

"Well how about you just tell me where we are."

He grinned.

"Downtown."

"Helpful. Thanks." He started laughing at her response.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere you are sure to know. Then you can get home from there. How 'bout that?"

Her smile reappeared, genuine this time, and she nodded. And so they headed off, to where she had no idea.

She thought they must have looked completely insane.

After walking for almost an hour, he didn't have money for them to catch a bus, or a monorail that she was sure didn't exist in Boston, while she didn't have her wallet, they had finally begun to enter a somewhat acceptable area. Which basically meant they had both relaxed a little with the fear of being mugged lessening. On the other hand everyone else they had seen had become increasingly suspicious of them.

What a sight they must have made, nestled amongst all of the businessmen and women walking down the street. He was dressed in a jacket, which looked ridiculous on him given his size. It was too small, and he was too big. That plus he was filthy, smelt funny, and was only wearing one shoe. She was almost as bad as him though. She had attempted to make shoes from her blanket, by wrapping shreds around her feet, and was dragging the rest along the floor behind her. And she was still in her pyjamas. Which, unfortunately for her, consisted of only a pink pyjama pants, underwear under said pants, and a white singlet. Thank god it hadn't rained, she was not in the habit of wearing bras to sleep, something which she was deeply reconsidering under her current predicament, if it had rained then her shirt would have gone completely see through. She suspected it of being a little see through already.

She knew she should ask, it had been bugging her for almost an hour, ever since she had realised they weren't in Boston. Plus she could tell her walking companion was becoming more and more uncomfortable with the looks they were getting.

"Henry?"

He looked over to her, offering a small smile.

"Don't worry we're almost there."

"What town are we in?" Well that was tactful.

He looked at her like she had grown another head,

"Gotham darlin'. Where else would we be? You sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

Holy crap. Oh god. Fuck. Oh shit! She had to be dreaming. That was it. She was still asleep, admittedly she had already hurt her leg when she had fallen over earlier in the day, but this was just one of those really realistic dreams where you could feel pain. Right?

OK, well that just meant everything was going to be OK then. She was asleep, in Gotham, and was probably about to run into the Joker who would sweep her off her feet. Despite it being completely out of character. And he was insane. And she didn't actually like him like that, although he was pretty bad ass.

Having calmed down, and managed to avoid making a scene by having a panic attack, she grinned at Henry. Then nodded. Everything was going to be a-okay.

They turned the corner, and there it was. Wayne Tower, the unofficial centre of Gotham.

She gulped.

Everything was going to be a-okay.

Well that was part 1 of our story we hope you enjoyed it.

Yes. Also if you read this we would be interested in hearing YOUR opinion but we're lazy and barely review anything either, so we don't expect it.

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