Bruce brought the woman back to the cave. When he got out, his butler Alfred had just walked in.

"Tonight was productive, I presume?" Alfred asked as he approached him.

He didn't say anything as he picked up the woman from the Batmobile, which made Alfred stop in his tracks. He looked at Bruce as he walked passed him, surprised to see him bring home a woman.

"Who is that?" Alfred asked, following Bruce.

Bruce didn't say anything as he walked up the stairs, and towards a bedroom. He carefully laid her down, and took off his cowl. He looked down at the woman, his mind flashing back to what had happened a few moments ago. It was strange. He can still see her glowing red eyes in his head, and he had never seen anything like it. And what she did earlier...that was something new. He just kept wondering if she was like Superman. If not, then what was she? Where did she come from? Who is she?

"Master Wayne. Are you going to tell me who is, or will I have to wait until she wakes up?" Alfred asked as he entered the room.

"I don't know who she is, Alfred," Bruce finally answered. "I thought she was just another citizen in trouble from a couple of thugs. She was able to fight them, until one of them hit her in the head with a metal pole. But, she isn't just some ordinary person. She's...different?"

"Different? And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?"

"Her eyes...they were glowing red, Alfred. Red."

"That is different. Do you think she is related to Superman?"

"I'm not sure. She passed out after she released her power. But, she didn't do it on purpose. There was fear in her eyes. She told me to stay away. The hit to her head must have caused her to accidentally release her power."

"Well, we won't know more until she wakes up then," Alfred said. "Let her rest for now, Master Wayne. You can ask her questions when she wakes."

Alfred left the room to prepare a meal for Bruce, but Bruce remained in the room. She saw him in the suit, and not as Bruce Wayne. This was going to be hard to explain when she woke up, and he wasn't sure if he should trust her with his secret. But, she wasn't normal. She had powers, and if she was going to spill her secrets, she had to know that she could trust him. But, there was an internal debate going on inside him as to why he should and why he shouldn't tell this woman he just met his deepest secret. Everything inside his head was telling him that it is a bad idea, and he shouldn't tell her anything just yet. He wasn't sure what to do, but when she wakes, he will know.

Setting aside the cowl, he carefully moved her under the blanket. She stirred a bit, a pained look on her face, but then relaxed and she didn't wake. He wondered if she was having a nightmare. He knows too well of nightmares, keeping one from having a good night sleep. The look he just saw reminded him of his nightmares, and having multiple nights of waking up from them early in the morning. It made him wonder if she went through something similar like him.

"No! Let her go! Crystal!"

"Let go! Please! Just let me go!"

But, it was of no use. They had strapped her to the table. Very tightly. And she couldn't move at all. Her friend was brought back into the other room, and he couldn't help but be just restrained and watch helplessly at what they were going to do to Crystal next. Crystal could only look around the room, the man from earlier standing above them on a railing, along with some other people. She couldn't tell with the bright light that was shining on her, but it seemed like they were going to test her for something.

She was then surrounded by people in lab coats. She tried to break free of her restraints, but had no such luck. They had strapped her in tightly, and she wasn't going anywhere. Tears were streaming down the side of her face, afraid of what they were going to do to her. But, the sharp pain of a needle piercing her skin made her realize what was going on. She was being used as some sort of test subject. She was being experimented on.

"Stop! Please! Let me go!"

"Sir. We've injected her with the serum. She isn't affected like the others were."

"Hm...Continue on with her. Keep a close eye, and don't let her get away."

"No! Stop! Please!"

Crystal woke up startled. Her heart racing, and her breathing was eratic. It took a while to register that it was a different day, and not that day. It had already happened, and she was somewhere else. Speaking of, Crystal looked around the room. She doesn't remember coming here, nor does she remember entering this room. She looked out the glass window, and she saw a lake.

"Good, you're awake."

Crystal turned around, and saw a middle-aged man with glasses enter the room with a tray of food. It was breakfast. Was she out the entire night?

"Hope you slept well. My name is Alfred Pennyworth. What's yours?"

"Crystal. Crystal Rose. How...how did I get here?"

"Master Wayne found you. Unconcious in an alley. Surrounded by six men," Alfred told her. "You are one lucky lady."

"There...there was someone else there," she said, holding her head. "Ow."

Alfred set the tray down and was at Crystal's side, examining her head.

"Looks like a small bump," he said. "Someone got you good."

"Yeah...a cheap and cowardly sneak attack," Crystal said.

"As expected of the scum and villainy of the criminal world in Gotham."

"Speaking of...where am I exactly?"

"My home."

Crystal looked over Alfred, and saw a tall man in a suit walk in. He stood next to Alfred, his hands folded in front of him.

"I'm Bruce Wayne. I'm the one that found you."

"Crystal Rose. Thank you, Mr. Wayne. You didn't have to," she said as she moved a strand of hair behind her ear. "A motel would have been fine."

"I'm not the type to drop off a lady at some cheap motel," Bruce replied. "Besides, it would have made headline news if someone were to see me dropping you off at a motel and leaving."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You don't know who I am, do you?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I did."

"Well, this is a first," Bruce said, his hands dropping to his sides. "You're the first woman to not know who I am."

"Should I?"

"Sorry...it's just...refreshing to hear. Not every day you meet someone that doesn't know who Bruce Wayne is. Especially a woman."

"Well, I'm not from around here. Nor do I really read newspapers, or watch television to keep up with celebrities and such."

"Again, nice meeting someone that doesn't know who I am," Bruce said, smiling a bit. "Let's just say that I am known as the billionaire playboy."

"I see. From what I see, you don't look like a billionaire playboy. You have money, of course, from the suit you're wearing. But, with how we are talking right now...wouldn't really give away that you are a playboy."

Bruce just simply smiled at her statement. Crystal is most definitely the first woman to not only not know him, but to say that he doesn't look like a playboy. It was very refreshing to know someone that doesn't know who he is. He was so use to everyone knowing his name and what he is. But with just having a small conversation with someone who knew nothing...it was nice.
"Well, when you have eaten and are ready, we will just be outside," Bruce told her.

Crystal nodded her head as she watched the two men leave the room. She looked over to her tray of food, then back out the window, staring out at the lake. Last night seemed like a blur to her. The hit on her head was hard. And to wake up in a complete stranger's home? She was not expecting that. But, she was thankful that it wasn't in a hospital. But, she knew that she couldn't stay. She had to leave. She can't risk hurting Bruce and Alfred. Besides, who knows what will happen if they found out. It would be easier if she left soon afterwards. Crystal knew that she didn't belong, especially in a home like Bruce Wayne's.