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'Of course I came, how could I let you be hurt?' he bent his head to hers lightly rubbing his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss, their close proximity giving her butterflies, without knowing what she was doing she lifted her head and kissed him, her soft lips connecting with his breath takingly. As he pulled away he looked into her eyes and whispered 'I need and love you too much to have let you go to him.' A tear of happiness slid down her cheek as she smiled and reached up to kiss him again.

Phoebe felt herself being lowered into a comfy, black leather car seat, and opened her droopy eyes slightly seeing neon green and red writing blinking at her from the dashboard, the lights hurting her retinas causing a moan of pain to escape her lips softly as she closed her eyes once again and laid her head back on the headrest, the cool leather sticking to the wetness of her scalp where the blood had leaked out earlier in the night.

A soft thudding alerted her to the closing of the door on her side of the car. Another click signalled a door opening on the other side of the car, and the vehicle swayed slightly as the weight of another person was added to the structure. Once again she opened her eyes, but only a crack, to see the person who had joined her in the car, a dainty smile crossed her bruised face as she made out the figure and facial features of Batman. He gripped the leather of the half steering wheel with his gloved hands quickly before turning to face her, a long sigh leaving his lips, turning his body slowly, and softly placing a metal clad hand on her stinging, battered cheek wiping a sliver of blood away from where her pale skin had split under the force of the Joker's punches.

Phoebe opened her mouth to speak but was shushed by batman as he placed a finger on her lips, before turning back to the dashboard and starting the engine, the motor purring into life, with the press of a black button beneath the steering column. Once again closing her tired eyes, Phoebe fell asleep, feeling her body relax against the warm leather interior that was being heated by pipes beneath the seats.

When Phoebe awoke her head was resting on a soft pillow and a comforter was pulled up around her stomach and her shoes were removed. Sitting up she held back a wale of pain as her head began to throb, accompanying a splitting pain that travelled from her head right down to her toes. Phoebe swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet landing on a cold wooden floor and slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the artificial light emitting from the lamp on the bed side table enabling Phoebe to recognise her surroundings as her own bedroom, slightly shocked she gently reached out her hand, touching the familiar material of her cream duvet cover, the threads feeling soft beneath the pads of her fingers. Shuffling her feet unconsciously on the floor, the softness of her fluffy slippers enclosing around her feet, letting a warmth travel up her legs from the new found coverage. The blinking light of her answer machine caught her eye and she smiled seeing the little LED lights shouting that there were 8 messages waiting for her, hoping that the volume of the messages wouldn't affect her head she pressed the play button, immediately being engulfed in frantic messages.

'Message one: Phoebe! Please have gone home? Please call me back, I'll be at MCU, I'm worried about you! – Friday 11:55 PM'

'Message two: Phoebe if you've come home please let us know? We're panicking here! Ring me back, its Issy! – Saturday 00:12 AM'

'Message three: Phoebe its Ems! Everyone is going crazy here, I don't know if you're home or not, I just want you to know were down at the station, please get to us if you can! Love you! – Saturday 00:15 AM'

The rest of the messages that followed were similar and she began to tune out but the last two messages recaptured her attention.

'Message seven: Phoebe Brooks! It's your mother! Why haven't you been to visit me? It's my birthday soon I better see you for that, just because you've left and become independent doesn't mean you can abandon your mother! Ring me back at least! – Saturday 5:15 PM'

Phoebe just rolled her eyes and deleted the message making a mental note to ring he mother when she was feeling better, much better. The last message made her heart warm to know that the girls were safe.

'Message eight: Hey Phoebe! I've tried to ring your mobile again and again, I'm letting you know the girls and I are going to be staying with Bruce Wayne for a few days because Gordon has put us there to be safer as he thinks the Joker has you, so I'm not sure why I'm leaving this message, I guess I'm hoping Batman has rescued you and that you're home listening to this message. Anyway, I love you, if you are safe, please ring me and let us know! We all love you and are worried about you. – Saturday 5:28 PM'

A small smile lit up her face at her friends concern and she reached her hand out to pick up the phone to dial her friends number but the sound of her bedroom door swinging open revealing Batman carrying a mug of tea in his outstretched hand, a towel clutched in the other meaning he'd had to nudge the door open with his hip, an oddly homely look on his face, his lips smiling at her sheepishly. He opened his mouth as if to explain himself and then closed it again, advancing to the bedside table and placing the mug down on it.

'Uh, I brought you some hot, sweet tea, it's for uh, shock' he growled softly, his eyes searching her face for any sign of severe damage. Phoebe nodded and gave him a small, reassuring smile, as she reached out grabbing the china handle in her hand and raised the cup to her lips, taking a small sip of the hot liquid, the sweet goodness sliding down her throat, burning a trail. Placing her mug down she looked back up into the eyes of Batman, once again her nervously stuttered 'I...I...I uh, I drew you a bath...'