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The past two days had been hell. After having been taken to the hospital, having numerous tests performed, which only didn't involve a rape kit because she had point blank refused, they had decided to keep her overnight. Emily was not a fan of injections, as she was certainly not a fan of pain. That accompanied with the fact hospitals made her nervous, ever since she had broken her arm when she was eight. And, on top of all that, she had yet to establish a Gotham time line, and she had been far more than worried about going to hospital. For all she knew the Joker could come and blow it up, and knowing her luck that wouldn't be too unlikely.

Sighing to herself she lay on her hospital bed, bored, but content enough to wallow in self-pity. She wanted to leave, but the little voice in her head would always speak up and remind her that she actually had nowhere to go. She had tried to sleep the night before, knowing it would have made a big difference. Instead, she had spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, and listening to the clock on the wall tick away the hours. The thing had been annoying as hell.

Rolling on to her back, she looked over at the clock, and realised Background Cop Number 4 was supposed to be showing up soon, with clothes and non-hospital food. She smiled to herself, number 4 was a nice guy, albeit a little awkward. Poor man had practically had a heart attack when a nurse had asked if they were "together", to which he had informed her the answer was no. And then had proceeded to try and explain that his girlfriend would do something horrible to him, involving a wrench and a pen, if he ever even looked, like that, at another girl.

Caught up in her own thoughts Emily didn't notice when the door to the room opened.

"Alright, let's see what we have shall we?"

Snapping her head up, making her both a little woozy, and hurting her neck in the process, she looked at the bemused face of "her" cop. Still trying not to laugh at her, he pulled up a chair next to her bed, and she noticed that he had brought a few bags with him. One of which looked suspiciously like it was made of felt.

"And how are we feeling today?"

She smiled, she knew he was actually asking if she had remembered anything new. By this point the doctors had confirmed that there was nothing physically wrong with her, and she wasn't a danger to herself, and so they were planning on releasing her later that day. It was more than a little worrying.

"Pretty good. A little tired, but I haven't remembered anything yet. Kind of annoying actually."

He smiled at her, a little bit of pity showing through.

"Well that sucks," she tried not to laugh, "but I brought you some things from home. I don't actually know what is in them... Amanda packed."

Emily nodded, Amanda was his girlfriend. Jerry, apparently that was his name, then began pulling items out of his bags, humming as he did so.

It ended up containing three shirts, a pair of pants she was sure wouldn't fit, a skirt, some socks, a brand new unopened pack of underwear, an assortment of bras, to which Jerry had gone bright red, and two pairs of shoes. Most of the items wouldn't fit, as Amanda had obviously no idea of her size when she had packed the bags, but she appreciated the effort.

He then pulled out a few bagels, and some coffee, from a paper bag he had been carrying. Pulling a table from the side of the room over, he placed them on it, practically beaming at himself.

"You are the single, most beautiful, man in the world."

He began laughing, and started pulling out papers from, yet another, bag he had been carrying.

"So there are some things we're going to have to sort out."

She couldn't help it and let out a sigh. Sitting up properly, and nursing her coffee, she nodded to let him know she was ready. All of the questions were beginning to become quite tiresome.

"So have you given any thought to your name?"

Emily almost choked, having forgotten about that she had, in fact, not thought about her name. She could either lie, and have a new name, or "pick" Emily. She stirred her coffee, looking inside as she emptied packets of sugar, and milk, into it.

"Not really. Most things don't sound right to me."

"Unfortunately we're going to have to pick a name before today finishes... Just until we can either figure out your name, or someone 'claims' you."

"Kate."

Jerry looked up at her from his paperwork, to find her staring straight back at him.

"Kate it is then."

Emily sipped her coffee, and watched as Jerry scribbled the name down. She liked the name, it was pretty, simple, and something she would remember. Plus she hadn't wanted to use hers. After all what was the point of having your real name in a dream?

He put his pen into the front pocket of his shirt, and began shuffling the few papers he had.

"Well Kate," they both smiled at one another, "I've talked to the captain, and he agrees. If you want, you can come and stay with me and Amanda."

Emily choked, again, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise before she could stop them. Someone offering someone a place to stay, after knowing them for a grand total of a day and a half, was practically unheard of. That plus for all he knew, she could actually turn out to be a serial killer. After all it was Gotham.

"Seriously?"

Jerry looked half embarrassed, and scratched the back of his head, while letting out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah. You seem like a nice person. Plus it saves a lot of trouble for everyone, and it would just be until we got you a job. And somewhere to live..."

She narrowed her eyes at him, it seemed a little suspicious someone would go to all this effort. On the other hand it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go.

"And your girlfriend would be OK with this? Living with a completely random stranger?"

He nodded.

"She suggested it."

"She must be one hell of a secure person."

Emily rubbed the dark bags forming under her eyes, frowning at her reflection. She was ready to collapse from exhaustion, and left the bathroom to walk to the bed she had been given.

Having been discharged from the hospital, Emily and Jerry had taken a cab to get back to "their" apartment. Where, she was informed on the drive there, she would meet Amanda. Amanda herself was a quite pretty young woman, who made shit all money as a school teacher, and therefore lived in an apartment with Jerry in the narrows. They had talked about very few things during dinner, as Emily had almost passed out into her food, and Amanda had doted on her since she had walked through the door.

Emily snuggled deep into the bed's blankets, wrapping them around herself. Her pyjamas were slightly itchy, but they were clean.

Amanda was nice, and so was Jerry, they both seemed to hold qualities one would definitely not expect from a person in Gotham. The apartment was a good testament to this. It was tiny. And they planned to put her up until, as Amanda had said, "You can get back up on your feet." She really liked that girl.

Tomorrow she was going to find a job.

She would move out in no time.

And she would find a way to pay these people back.

...And, if there was time, a little batman hunting couldn't hurt. Right?

We hope you liked it! We know there hasn't been any Bruce/Batman meetings yet, but how realistic would that be? Gotham IS pretty big.

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