Disclaimer: I can tell this will get boring! I own nothing to do with Batman!

'You going to work today Soph?' Phoebe called from the kitchen of her apartment as she swiped her keys off of the kitchen counter top, placing them in her pocket and draining her glass of orange juice before putting it in the dishwasher. 'Yeah, Mister Wayne rang me earlier, he said he'd heard about the accident and wanted to know if I was still coming in.' Sophie shouted back at her from her bedroom. Phoebe's eyebrows rose as she looked into the mirror by the front door correcting her eyeliner before leaving to go to work. 'Cool, well I'm off to work before Millie blows her stack; you know what that old bat is like! I'll catch you later Hun.' She called before stepping out of the door, closing it firmly behind her.

Phoebe stopped outside her front door and placed her headphones into her ears, turning her mp3 player on and singing softly along with her music. She stepped into the elevator still singing away to herself and not paying attention to anything but her own little world, she pressed the button to go down to the foyer and stared at the doors, completely absolved in her music until she heard slight maniacal giggling breaking through the beat. Confused by where the sound was coming from she gazed around the elevator, loose pieces of hair batting her cheeks lightly with her movement, her eyes focused on a figure in the corner she had never noticed before. The unknown person was defiantly a man by his tall, broad stature, even though he had his head down and a worn brown fedora obstructing her view of his face. His shoulders were shaking with the violent giggles that were racking through his body, and the ankle length tan trench coat, that only exposed a pair of worn dark brown leather shoes, was shaking and swaying with the movement, but never opening to reveal the outfit underneath.

A shiver ran through Phoebe's body as she watched him silently out of the corner of her eye, silently mouthing the words along with her music and secretly begging the elevator to hurry up and reach the ground floor, as the strange man in the elevator was starting to really unnerve her. The man put his hand in his pocket and gripped something in the folds of the canvas coat, seeing this out of the corner of her eye, the breath caught in Phoebe's windpipe and her throat suddenly filled with sour bile, making her skin become moist with sweat and a little voice in her head repeat 'Open! Quick doors! Fucking open! Hurry up!' again and again. Her fingers started to fidget as she gripped her arms uncomfortably, the man took one slow, heavy step towards her, closing the gap between them slightly, still giggling shrilly to himself, as if the elevator knew of Phoebe's uncomfortable situation that was getting worse it came to a swift holt and the doors opened with a ding, letting Phoebe quickly make a B-line for the main doors through the mass of people in the foyer, leaving the strange man behind her.

As Phoebe walked down the road, her heels clicking loudly enough to hear it over the booming of her music, she kept looking behind her, freaked out from her earlier elevator experience, when her mobile range her heart nearly leapt through her chest. As she pulled her small black mobile out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID, thinking it would be one of her friends, but raised her eyebrows for the second time that day upon noting the number on the screen was unfamiliar. Pressing the call button she raised the small machine to her ear and greeted the person on the other end.

'Hello?' she asked shouting quite loudly over the noise of the Gotham streets.

'Miss Brooks, you are in danger, The Joker has broken out of Arkham Asylum'

Phoebe instantly recognised the gravelly tones of The Batman, her heart twanged slightly, as she remembered the appreciation she had for the chiselled features on show from under his cowl, but it hurt knowing that love just wasn't meant for the likes of her.

'Uh, Batman? Is that you?' she asked lowering her voice so people couldn't hear their conversation. 'How did you get my number?' her voice almost held a giggle as she asked this last question.

'I have my ways Miss Brooks' she could almost hear the smile in his tone. 'I will be visiting you this evening to talk you through safety precautions. Will you be home around 5?'

'Yeah, I finish work at 4 today. So I'll be there.' She said as she pushed the door to her cafe open, and walked her way into the back office sliding her coat off and placing her handbag down and taking a seat on the desk, her legs swinging beneath her.

'I will see you then, Miss Brooks.' He said the gravelly texture of his voice making it sound almost like he was growling.

'Oh please Batman, call me Phoebe. I'll see you tonight.' She leaned over and grabbed her green apron from over the desk chair ready for her to put it on.

'Tonight then ... Phoebe.' And with that her phone clicked telling her he had hung up, the way he said her name made her stomach twist slightly with butterflies. She shrugged the feeling off and corrected her ponytail in the mirror before walking out to the front of the cafe to open up and tart her day of boredom and reading yet another glossy magazine that taunted her freshly broken heart.

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Phoebe had been sat doing nothing but drinking coffee, reading one of her books she found at the back of one of the draws and serving the odd regular customer who came in, but the latter was rare, leaving the cafe virtually silent. Glancing at her dainty silver watch Phoebe sighed realising the time was only 1 30, meaning she still had 2 and a half hours to waste.

She had taken to reading her book she had obviously left in the draw last time she brought it with her, in fact she was so engrossed in reading the saucy goodness of the chapter, she didn't hear the bell above the front door tinkle as it opened, she didn't even register the people before hers presence until she heard Sophie's voice reading a section of her book out loud from over her shoulder.

'She dug her nails into his torso, marking his body in her abandon, whipping him into frenzy. "I have... to take you" with his wrists chained behind him, his arms straight back, he gave a furious thrust between her lips ... Bloody Hell Phoebe! That's one hell of a steamy book you're reading there!' she said with a giggle, making Phoebe's cheeks flush upon noticing her friend was not alone, standing slightly awkwardly in front of the counter stood Sophie's boss, the play boy billionaire Bruce Wayne.

'Oh, Phoebe, this is Bruce Wayne, my boss, I told him about you're singing he wants to maybe put you in for a record deal!'

Phoebe's eyes widened and a grin spread across her beautiful face, as she thanked the handsome billionaire over and over while chatting with the pair and getting them coffee.

'Oh, Phoebe, I'm going to stay at Max's tonight, he's going away tomorrow, so I want to see him before he goes, are you going to be ok?' Sophie asked laying a hand on her shoulder. Phoebe nodded and placed her hand over her mouth stifling her yawn, before her eyes sprang back open, remembering she had to tell Sophie about The Joker's breakout and that Batman would be over tonight to discuss safety precautions. Before long Bruce and Sophie left leaving Phoebe alone in the cafe once again, her mind slowly reverting back to the boredom of her day.

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Phoebe locked the door of the cafe behind her, and placed her keys in her pocket heading in the direction of her apartment, singing away to her Mp3 player as she always did, the time seemed to speed past and before she knew it she was opening her front door and plopping her body down onto her comfy sofa.

After flicking through her TV channels and finding nothing of her interest, she glanced at her watch, seeing she had half an hour before Batman's arrival, and decided to have a shower to wash the coffee smell away from her skin.

Phoebe stood in her round, silver bath tub and looked up into the shower head as it shot a constant wave of hot water over her body, drenching her hair and skin. She used strawberries and cream shampoo and coconut body scrub to rid herself of the grime of the day, just as she washed the remnants of these toiletries away, enjoying the feeling she heard a thud against the wooden floor of her hallway. Grabbing fluffy white towel, Phoebe covered herself and rushed into the hallway to investigate the noise.

The batman looked up from where he just landed from his climb through the window, to see a dripping Phoebe stood before him covered in soap suds and partially clothed by a white towel, her long curly hair sticking to her face and neck, drips of water running down her forehead and nose. He swallowed looking at the sight, feeling his chest tighten in an odd way as he observed her.

'Uh Hello ...' He said in almost a whisper, his voice getting lost in his awe of her appearance, a blush coming to his cheeks.

The book quote I used comes from 'Kiss of a Demon King' by Kresley Cole - I own none of her words - She is a genius!