Hello people. I have been gone a long time. I apologise for this. As an apology for this I shall be updating all of my fanfics. Also, as it should be noted, I am now writing on my own... Which realistically isn't that big of a deal as I basically wrote it all to begin with, my partner was really more of my beta so if their are any mistakes, my bad... :)

Disclaimer: I don't own batman. Otherwise I would have had Clayface as a villian, regardless of how ridiculous that would have been.

Jerry, and Amanda, hadn't taken the news of her mugging particularly well, not that Emily could blame them considering the amount of stitches, and the resetting of her nose, that her trip to the hospital had gained that night.

Although this being said considering the damage done to her actual mugger, one Robert Small as she later found out, she considered herself pretty lucky in comparison. Either Wayne didn't know his own strength, which Emily highly doubted, or he really liked to hit people.

All in all though Emily considered her first interaction with Wayne a complete bust, having later remembered she had only managed to utter an "ow" to him, and not even a "thanks", for the role he had played in that evenings events. If she were to be completely honest about the whole meeting she would have to admit, even to herself, that, given the amount of adrenaline and endorphins likely running in her system when he had briefly tried to engage her in conversation, she was lucky she hadn't come out and said something along the lines of "thanks Bruce. You're even dreamier in person." Which, evidently, he seemed to be.

Pulling off her pair of highly uncomfortable flats, which she wore only for the fact that they both looked very nice and were work appropriate, she sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed at the arches of her feet.

Other than two black eyes, and a yet another encounter with Gotham's finest, who now seemed to think of her as their mascot for some reason, one thing ultimately came from that night, Jerry's refusal to ever let her work at the liquor store again. Which she thought was a slight overreaction, but given as she was mooching off of him she realised it was easier not to argue.

So she had made the only logical step she could think of, and applied to Wayne Industries, for a job even a monkey could do, given that it could type sixty words a minute. Attempting to kill two birds with one stone. Unfortunately she had actually gotten the job, bluffing her way through the interview, only to discover that it was an unpaid internship.

Having had the inevitable conversation this job opportunity brought, Emily was now going to be living with Jerry and Amanda into the foreseeable future. Which she felt bad about for a number of reasons, least of all was the financial burden she knew she was posing on to the both of them, who had been nothing short of outstanding since she had been dropped off at the police station by Alfred.

This being said, Emily was also very aware of the opportunities that this job was going to provide, having now gained an ID card to Wayne tower.

Admittedly her first day had been pretty bad. Apparently the internship basically meant she was a floater, filling in for others when they were sick, which she was quite sure her interviewer had neglected to mention. As such her first day, after discovering her cubicle was next to the bathroom and having her photo taken for her ID card, consisted of handing out mail to the third and fourth floors, and alphabetizing a seemingly never-ending amount of files in a dimly lit store room.

Walking into work the next day, her felt bag in its now usual place at her side carrying her lunch, Emily couldn't help but feel a surge of both panic and excitement. Recognising the feeling from her previous day of work, which had been much worse at the time and resulted in apologising to a janitor for throwing up in a pot plant in the lobby, she continued on her way to the elevators.

The thing Emily was still struggling to grasp about Wayne Tower was the sheer size of the building. While she had noticed it before, having obviously seen it in the movie and almost every day since she had been in Gotham, she had failed to grasp just how many people would work there, and subsequently just how unimportant she would be in the grand scale of things. It was more than a little deflating.

Nonetheless, this being said, she had now also seen characters she actually recognised. Admittedly, these were characters that were either extras or had bit parts, but it was better than where she had started.

Leaving the elevator and walking to her desk, Emily carefully navigated the floor avoiding getting in the way of the other people there. As an intern she was conscious that she was at the bottom of the food chain and as such it was her job to get out of there. As it had been made abundantly clear to her the previous day, when she had been standing still talking to an accountant on the third floor, even if they are moving and you are not it is your job to move out of their way. Lest you be walked into, then yelled at.

Upon arriving at her desk, and safely depositing her bag into an empty draw, Emily turned on her computer to check her office inbox for her assignments for the day. After waiting two minutes for the computer to load, which drove her crazy as her previous laptop had only taken a mere eight seconds in comparison, she finally managed to open her mail.

Emily practically fell out of her chair in excitement. Looking back to check that she had not misread her assignment, she could barely contain the squeal of joy she wanted to release.

Turning off her computer, through the proper procedures as it was highly frowned upon there to hold down the power button until the computer turned off, Emily proceeded to make her way to the elevator.

Once inside the elevator, she took the time to straighten her new blouse and skirt, and attempted to wipe the look of idiotic glee from her face. Pushing her desired button, and inhaling deeply she waited for the elevator doors to open.

The Applied science division. Batman hunting was back on.

Anyway there you are... No idea how long it will take for the next one... But thanks for hanging in there!