Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or Christian Bale. (Much to my disappointment) or any other ideals from the movie.
Author's note: I made a mistake on the spelling its Falcone not Falzone, and it has been 9 not 10 years since her mother's death she is 2 years younger than Bruce making her 30.
Chapter 2
She was in New York on a special case; I thought she was safe, at least from my enemies. As usual I was deluding myself; I didn't want to admit that something was horribly wrong. The Joker had gotten himself a partner, another psycho who called himself "The Riddler." He would leave riddles at the scene of the crime. Riddles that once solved would lead to the next stop or victim they were going to. It took me longer than usual to figure out his latest riddles. I just couldn't understand what the riddles were leading up to, that was until it was too late.
They had Rachel the day she was to suppose to leave they had kidnapped her, the rest of the riddles were clues as to where she was so I could find her, a trap I knew it but I had to risk it. I put the clues together and came up with one place the old abandoned church just north of my home. When I arrived there, the church was deserted, but I wasn't fooled. Organ music was playing softly and there by the alter lay a………lay a…..coffin! I rushed over to have my worst fears confirmed inside was Rachel as beautiful as ever.
"Well, well, well it seems that you managed to figure out my riddles it took you long enough, and you said he was intelligent." I recognised the voice to be that of the Riddler. "Don't underestimate the bat, Oh don't worry bat boy she's not dead………yet." The joker let out one of his maniacal laughs before he showed himself. Anger began to boil up inside of me I had to get her out of here. "We've drugged her, see if she doesn't get this antidote into her system in about oh 30 minutes, the drug we gave her will take its full effects and kill her." I quickly approached the two of them only to have some of there goons step in front of me. "Ah, ah, ah impatient as well as slow, now where was I ah yes if you want this little antidote- he shook the test tube as he said this "you must answer my riddle and chose your answer wisely for if you're wrong I drop the tube if you're right you can have it. By the way did I mention this is the only antidote ever to be made to counteract the effects of the drug."
He smirked then looked at the Joker who said the riddle. "What is as pure as the snow, but can burn like the flame and is the hardest to say, remember tic toc bat boy." I thought about this for a few seconds then answered. "The truth." Their smiles quickly vanished "hmm correct here is your antidote….catch!" with that last word he threw it up in the air and they both made their escape just as I was about to catch, a shot rang out and the next thing I knew the tube was shattered. I let out a cry I hardly recognised as my own. I rushed Rachel to Mr. Fox and took a piece of glass from the floor, hoping the residue from the glass would give Mr. Fox enough to recreate the antidote. I was wrong the bullet that broke the glass wasn't an ordinary bullet it released a toxin into the antidote contaminating it and making it impossible to reproduce. That night has haunted my dreams for the past three days. What good was being Batman if I couldn't even save the one woman I had ever loved.
It was three in the morning at the Wayne Manor and the phone rang, Bruce down in lower levels of the southeast wing could not hear the phone ring, so Alfred made his way to the nearest phone. "Hello Wayne Manor." He said waiting for a response. "Alfred." Spoke a soft yet heavily accented feminine voice. "Yes, who is this?" the voice let out a soft laugh. "You don't remember me Alfred the shy little Russian girl that used to hang around Rachel and Bruce." At her words the memory of that little girl resurfaced and Alfred smiled to himself. "Serenity, child how are you?"
"Glad to know that you do remember me Alfred, is Bruce really alive?"
"Yes he is though not doing very well I fear."
"Yes I heard of Rachel's death, its why I'm calling actually –
"At three in the morning do tell child." Again he heard her soft laugh.
"I am sorry Alfred time differences don't really phase me anymore. I had forgotten that at this time the rest of the world does sleep- Well not everyone Alfred thought.
"Quite alright now the reason for this early phone call?"
"Ah yes I am on a plane to Gotham from Russia as we speak and should be arriving in about 7 hours, I'm coming back Alfred. And as you know I have no one left in Gotham I was wondering if maybe you could take me to a hotel upon my arrival."
"I shall be there to escort you to your accomadations although I do not know if a hotel will be necessary."
"Thank you Alfred"
"No thanks are necessary child, now will I be telling Master Bruce about your arrival or would you rather he not know?"
"No, you can tell him if you wish it makes no difference. He will find out of my arrival sooner or later."
"Very well, I shall see you later on then."
"Yes, sorry again Alfred, later." With that she hung up and Alfred made his way to the lower levels of the southeast wing. An area that Bruce had referred to as "The Bat Cave."
Once he arrived he saw Bruce doing what he had been doing for the past 3 nights in a row. Study the movements of both the Joker and the Riddler. "Master Bruce you should get some rest." "I can't sleep anymore Alfred, you know that." Alfred nodded Bruce had been in this state since the night that Rachel died. "I received a rather unusual phone call just now." He said waiting for Bruce's reaction. "Who on earth would call at 3 in the morning Alfred." Bruce just gave him that look like what in the world are you talking about. "Someone who like doesn't sleep much I gather. Do you remember Serenity Trachioskwa?" at this Bruce cocked his head up to look at Alfred. The name rang a bell but he couldn't put a face to the name. "I think so what about her." "Well Master Bruce she is on her way to Gotham from Russia. She will be arriving in about oh 6 and half hours approximately, and we will be meeting her at the airport." Bruce just nodded. "Wait Serenity, I remember now, she was the little girl Rachel and I used to play with as kids, I went to Princeton with her." It was Alfred's turn to nod. "That is why I suggest you get some rest." Bruce smirked and nodded leaving his work and headed back up to the upper levels of the manor with Alfred.
Later that Morning both Alfred and Bruce made their way to the airport. Alfred had made a sign with Serenity's surname so that she would be able to find them.
Serenity went over to get her luggage then made her way to the bathroom. She fixed her long dark auburn hair and placed it in a neat ponytail, and placed a little gloss on her pink lips. She casually walked out into the crowd of people waiting for friends and family. She looked around looking for the familiar face of Alfred or…… a sign. Just in the distance was a sign with her surname.
Bruce was looking around the airport at all the people when he saw a woman walk toward them. She wore black jeans that hugged long feminine legs and a white chemise with a white tang top under. He recognised immediately upon seeing her. The shy little Russian girl he grew up with was not a girl anymore. As she approached closer she met his gaze with her own. Her deep emerald eyes piercing him. "Hello Bruce."