On my way home that night I thought about my meeting with Bruce Wayne. I distained him, he was egotistical, narcissistic, shallow and incredibly good looking. I couldn't even deny to myself that he gave me butterflies in the stomach. I can't believe that I am being so shallow that I find myself attracted to a man because of his looks. It doesn't matter though because he is now permanently out of my life forever so there is no reason at all to act on my feelings.

When I walked into my apartment Batman ran up and practically barrelled me out of the apartment. I hadn't been able to take him on a walk this morning so he was skittish. Once he got off me he started bolting around the room at a million miles an hour, narrowly missing many breakable items on the way. Then the barking started, I was going to get an earful from the neighbours.

"Batman, quiet, shush. Would you stop running around before you –Smash- break anything." One of my photo frames had fallen off the entertainment stand and the glass was now smashed on the floor. I needed to take him out of the house before he destroyed it. I quickly ran into my room, tossed on some tracksuit pants, a sweater and some joggers. I grabbed Batman's leash and went out to grab my crazy maniac thing that I call a dog.

"C'mon boy, walkies." He instantly reacted by bounding over to me and jumping up and down until I put the leash on his collar. He hauled me over to the door and then down the stairs and into the street outside my apartment. It was almost dark out so I would have to be quick if I didn't want to be mugged. Batman was just happy to haul me around sniffing at every little obstacle and marking his territory as many times as possible. With the way he was pulling me along I wondered who was taking who for a walk.

It was really starting to get dark now; I knew I should probably begin to make my way home.

"Come on Bat, time to go home." He turned around and began walking in the direction of home, as if he understood what I said.

I had this sudden feeling that I was being watched. I quickly looked around but I was the only in the street as far as I could see it. Batman looked at me with his head cocked to one side, as if he was asking me if I was okay.

"I'm okay, just thought I saw something, come on." I whistled and he happily trotted beside me. I heard footsteps, but I didn't dare turn around, I just kept walking faster hoping whoever was behind me would give up. I was scared now, there was no one out here to help me and in a city like Gotham if someone heard you scream, they couldn't care less.

I was really regretting not taking Heidi up on those self defence classes, and leaving my pepper spray in my handbag which was at home.

While I was trying to figure out how I was going to get out of this mess Batman's leash was ripped from my grip, a large dirty hand clamped over my mouth preventing me from screaming and another wrapped around my waist as I was pulled into an alleyway. I tried screaming but it came out as a muffled, strangled cry. 'I am going to die, there is no stopping it now,' I thought to myself. I could hear Batman barking and growling, but it sounded like the other guy, there were two of them, had a pretty good hold on him. The blood was pounding in my ears, I was kicking and thrashing around but the man's iron hold on me did not once falter, leaving me with no escape and a rapidly declining level of hope. I heard the other man holler out a string of profanities as it seemed Batman bit him.

I was pushed into a wall, my head slammed into the uneven brickwork making me slightly disorientated. The hand that was on my mouth was now pushing my shoulder into the wall. I wanted to call out, to scream for help but the feeling of a sharp, cold blade against my throat prevented me from doing so. I was more scared than I have ever been in my life time, because this time perhaps my faithful dog could not protect me.

"Give me everything that you have," the man holding the knife to my neck said with a sneer, slamming me once more into the wall to emphasise his point. The force caused me to bite my tongue and I was met with the coppery taste of blood filling up in my mouth.

"I don't have anything I swear." He growled in response and pressed the blade harder against my neck.

"Don't lie to me, bitch."

"I'm not lying, I swear I left my bag at home and removed my jewellery before I-" The man cut me off with another hard shove.

"Please just let me go." I was practically sobbing at this point. There were so many things that I had yet to do. I felt at this moment that I would never have the opportunity to accomplish everything I had yet to accomplish. I never even made it to Paris.

"Mikey, hurry up this mutt is not gonna stay put much longer." The other man said to the 'Mikey' while Batman bared his teeth at him and growled menacingly once again. As he was being talking to I felt Mikey's grip on me falter slightly, I took this as an opportunity and kneed him in the groin. He groaned and let go of me, his knife just nicking my shoulder slightly. I attempted to run over to the man holding Batman, but a sharp tug to my hair pulled me back. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that someone, anyone would hear me.

"You're gonna pay for that sweetheart," Mikey growled into my ear, a shiver went down my spine at the feeling of his rancid breath on my face and neck. He lifted up his knife, prepared to slit my throat and leave me to bleed out in the alley way, my dog was probably next. I closed my eyes awaiting my death, but I was met him the sound of pounding fists and cries of pain, then growls and barks. I cautiously opened my eyes to see Batman, as in the masked vigilante not my dog beating into one guy and my dog Bat (I'm just going to call him Bat to avoid confusion for a while) was on top of the other one growling menacingly and biting the man.

Soon enough Batman had Mikey knocked out and tied up. He went over to where Bat was pinning down the other man. Bat obediently moved when Batman came over and sat next to the man. Batman tied up the two crooks as Bat came over to me and nuzzled into my side, licking the small knife wound Mikey gave me.

"You shouldn't be out this late, you're lucky I was in the area," Batman said in his deep raspy voice. I started to stand up, I was about to say something when he cut me off.

"Next time, stay inside." He turned to leave. I finally found my voice amongst all of the shock.

"Thank you for saving me," I yelled to him as he departed. And just like that he disappeared into the night, and apart from the two tied up men, it was as if he was never here. I turned to my dog and picked up his leash. I went over to the pay phone about one-hundred yards away. I picked up the phone and quickly dialled.

"Hello 911, what is your emergency."

The police came to the alleyway and took both the men away. After they questioned me I called up Heidi to take me home. After her yelling at me over the phone about how stupid I was and how I could have been killed or worse and I want to know what constitutes for worse, she said that she would be there soon.

So here we were, sitting in her cherry red 1965 Ford Thunderbird. The upholstery was white leather with red seaming. Batman (back to the dog) was asleep on the backseat with his ears flopped over her eyes. Heidi had the steering wheel in a death grip; neither of us had said a word since I got into the car.

"Honestly Chany, what in the bloody world were you thinking going out at this time of night, with absolutely no way to defend yourself." She seethed; I knew she was incredibly angry and disappointed in me at that point. "And I thought I was the dumb immature one, you could have been hurt, no scratch that, you were hurt, you could have been killed. And where would that leave me huh, having to call your mum and tell her they found you bloody and beaten in an alleyway, next to your dead dog."

"Listen Heidi, I know what I did was stupid and I should know better but I am a grown woman and I don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't do. And on a further note, I had to take Batman out because he was tearing up my apartment because I couldn't take him for a walk this morning since I had to be at work early. My god this is like that time that jerk dumped me and you went on and on about how you told me he was no good for me!" I finished my rant with a huff and slumped further into my seat. A giggle escaped my lips, Heidi was now in a fit of giggles. Before either of us knew it we were holding our sides in laughter. We were laughing so hard that Heidi had to pull over.

"Remember how I called him up and whispered 'Seven days' in a creepy voice." She said between laughter.

"How could I not, he ran up to me after because he thought he was going to die." We both laughed harder. Eventually we settled down, I looked over to Heidi and smiled.

"I'm sorry, I know that I shouldn't have gone out," I said sincerely.

"I'm sorry too; I shouldn't have gotten angry with you. I'm just glad your okay." We both shared an awkward hug in the car; it was mainly awkward because of the dashboard, before continuing back to my apartment.

That's why I Heidi was my best friend. Even though she may sometimes seem like a bit of a mooch, she was fiercely loyal and always there for you when you needed her. I smiled contently, at least I came out alive and relatively unharmed, there were so many others in this city that were not so lucky. But Batman saved me, and this time it was the real Batman, not my black Labrador retriever. So, Why me?

I was so happy when I realised that it was five o'clock and I was free to go home. My day was tiring to say the least. I had to assist with a heart transplant in a young patient, which was exhausting in itself, but I also had at least ten consults and a few emergencies with some of my patients. I wasn't on call tonight, so I was looking forward to being able to have a nice scolding hot bath and then just sleep the night away.

The drive home was uneventful, but on my way up the stairs of my apartment I ran into my landlord, Eleanor King. Eleanor was a short and slightly plump woman. I was the paediatrician for some of her grandchildren so she was rather fond of me.

"Dearie, you are in for a surprise when you get upstairs." A surprise, what in the world could she mean.

"Pardon, Eleanor. Is there something wrong with my apartment." She just smiled a gentle smile and patted my arm.

"No dear, don't you worry about a thing, I just let the deliverymen right on through. Oh, it's so romantic, it reminds me of when I first met Bill." What on earth was she talking about? I quickly excused myself and bolted up the stairs to my apartment. I shoved my key in the lock and threw the door open.

Flowers, my apartment was filled to the brim with at least one hundred vases of flowers. Lilies and tulips of all different colours in bunches of twelve. Batman's nose was orange from sniffing at some of the lilies.

'What in the world,' I thought to myself. I then spotted and card on my dining room table. I picked it up and opened it. The Wayne Enterprises logo was watermarked into the background.

'Just to thank you for saving my life.' It read in a straight but neat handwriting.

Bruce Wayne was going to get it.

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