Authors Note: Sorry for the lack of updates! My advisor talked me into 19 hours and I have recently procured a boyfriend, both are huge takers of my time, who knew? Anyway, thanks for the reviews, they are always 100 welcomed, read and pondered by me.

4.

No sooner had Athena waved farewell to Bruce as Alfred drove the sleepy and satisfied billionaire off and towards Gotham City did she make a mad dash for her bedroom, she didn't bother to change, shower, or even eat breakfast. She fell in a heap on the large cozy mattress and thick comforter. Closed her aching eyes and was almost on the verge of blissful unconsciousness when something began to vibrate between her hip and the bed.

At first she tried to ignore it.

But when the thought that it could be Bruce entered her mind she was awake, kinda.

Her sore hand traveled down and grabbed her pager from it's spot on her scrub pants.

She put it right in front of her eyes and looked at the number.

She didn't recognize the number but that didn't mean anything. With great effort she managed to get on her hands and knees and crawl to the phone, where she collapsed on the bed. She pulled it off the receiver and began to dial.

There were two and a half rings.

Paul from Princeton answered the phone, "Athena! Good, I was afraid they gave me the wrong number, I wanted to catch you before you went to bed."

Groaning she rolled onto her back and demanded, "Who gave you this number?"

"That's not important. Where are you now?"

Her eyebrows touched even though her eyes were closed.

She simply dropped the phone on the bed, rolled onto her side, and promptly fell asleep.

A little later…

Bruce Wayne slid down into the back seat of the luxury car ready to get to sleep. After a tedious meeting with Japanese Business men who weren't even ranking men of their company, the CEO would come later as Bruce had learned, he was ready to unscrew his head and let his brain come out his ear.

"It couldn't have been that bad, Master Wayne," came Alfred's voice from the front of the car.

With closed eyes and sure hands Bruce undid his tie effortlessly, "Two of the three men fell asleep Alfred. One of the men was nothing more then a mailman for the company. They were just here doing recon work. If I knew that I wouldn't have even come down here."

Alfred made a face.

His blues eyes looked in the mirror at the tired playboy.

There were dark circles under his eyes, which were closed. He managed to carry on the conversation while napping and unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, his tie was on the seat beside him.

"That would not have been fair. They traveled all the way from Japan."

Bruce even made an annoyed face, "Fox is the CEO here and is beyond capable. Next time he gets to run the meeting. I'm only showing up when the big man himself comes from Japan."

Alfred sighed and eased the car to a stop. He glanced in the backseat and watched as Bruce sighed contentedly and before long things grew hazy, his head rolled to the side as Alfred peeked once more in the mirror.

Meanwhile…

Something woke Athena up.

She wasn't sure what it was, or if it was even anything, all she knew was that she had been sound asleep in la-la land once moment and the next, her eyes were open and something was wrong. She lifted her head up and something caught the corner of her eye.

Movement.

It was then she realized she wasn't alone, "Alfred?" She managed to get out before gloved hands fell over her mouth.

Naturally she panicked, she woke and thrashed against the strong arms that held her, a young voice from behind shouted, "Hurry! She's awake."

There were more people.

Something cold settled in her stomach as two skinny masked men walked into her bedroom. Dressed in all black and ski masks. One demanded, "Where's Bruce Wayne's office?"

The hand moved from her lips. "There is no money in this house. Haven't you ever heard of a bank?"

Roughly the hands pulled her from the bed and she ended up unceremoniously on the floor. Where the telephone receiver had fallen. Several choice words ran through her mind as a foot was shoved in her back.

"We're not here for that. Where is the office? Tell us now and we won't hurt you."

Every synapse in her brain was firing. Help them, comply, and don't anger them. What came out of her mouth however was "Do you have any idea who I am? My brother is running Gotham's Organized Crime right now. If you idiots have half a brain your little heads, which you clearly don't, you'll leave and leave now. Not only did you wake me up…I'm considering calling the police, cause I am seriously pissed off right now."

Twenty minutes later…

The first thing Alfred noticed that was wrong when he pulled up to the Wayne Manor was the front door, it was open.

Wide open.

He was positive he had closed it. Especially with Athena asleep inside the manor and Paul from Princeton in the same state. He peeked back at Bruce and considered waking him up. Bruce was sound asleep in the backseat of the luxury car.

When he glanced back at the open door he spotted something odd.

There was a break in the glass pane.

Inwardly he surmised, perhaps a bird flew through the window and Athena opened the door to clean. Which even he didn't believe. When he left her she had been out like a light and nothing short of D-day would have woken her up.

He hesitated as he opened his door.

And then a masked man, an obvious cat burglar appeared in the doorway.

"Master Wayne, someone is in the house."