Lots and lots of cookies for all of you who reviewed! Thank you so much! You might notice that I'm speeding through Batman Begins, but I really want to get to the time gap between the first and second movie. So, apologies if you feel like you're going to fly out of your chair lol

May 30, 20–

The most interesting thing happened today. I was sweeping up some dirt that Master Bruce had tracked in when the door bell rang. Obviously, it being my job, I went and opened the door. There was a strange man dressed in black with two fierce looking men standing next to him, both of them wearing glasses. I was at once suspicious since it was still very early in the morning. Not to mention they were all wearing, Hello, my name is: FedEx,on their suits.

The man in black (I am beginning to wonder about all this black business. Is it the new fashion I wonder? I shall have to look into it.) asked me if this was Wayne Manor. I said it was. Then the strange man smiled, handed me a box with Master Bruce's name on it, and told me to have a nice day.

I delivered the box to Master Bruce. He opened it up and pulled out a small tape recorder. He pressed 'play' and a voice that sounded like the man who had delivered the package started singing: Never going to give you up, Never going to let you down...

I'm not sure what my Master found so upsetting, but he ran to the window and shouted, "You just wait, Ducard - I'll get you next time!"

June 2, 20–

I believe the flu season has arrived. Master Bruce has been sleeping for the past few days after I picked him up from the Narrows. It was the strangest thing. He called me up from his private phone, which he never does, and I found him in the middle of an alley, shaking and shouting. I had no idea the flu could be so bad. He sounded terribly congested.

But what can I say? I did warn him that flying around Gotham would give him a nasty cold. The fault of such an illness is not mine. There. I said it. I feel quiet better. Now if I could only get Master Bruce awake so that I could say, "I told you so!". Oh, sweet glory it shall be.

June 3, 20–

Master Bruce is feeling much better, for which I am very happy. My good friend Lucius came and paid him a visit, explaining something about a toxin. Toxin, flu - all the same to me. I gave my good Master a birthday present. I had been wondering about what to give a man who had everything, when it suddenly struck me that he did not in fact have certain things.

So, I put together a book of my very own cookie recipes for rainy days. Money can not buy the fun one has when getting your fingers covered in dough. The edible kind, not - never mind. Master Bruce smiled and said that he would enjoy making some cookies, so I jumped up (bad idea that, I think I pulled a muscle) and said we should have a cookie party at once.

But no, he had to do those silly push ups right then and there. I wonder at times if he does that to remind that I am no longer do such things.