Okay, more bridge stuff.

Lady Slone—Wow! Three languages: impressive! I'm so confused about the Newton's Law thing, so no more unless you decide to completely explain to me what it is. I'm glad that you're feeling better. I'm not saying that there will be more Alex/Bruce, but maybe ;) Can't wait to watch the Golden Globes. Too bad it's only up for like one or two nominations =(

Johanna—Thank you for liking it! I thought that it was going to be crap. Let's hope that this will be just as good.

Naomi—Glad that you like it! I understand the business! School can be a pain. No Dark Knight yet. Sorry. Here's more! LOL

Hannah—Who are you referring to needing a nap? I think it might actually be me, but I'm not sure. LOL

Here's more of her new case.

I rode around the docks for about five minutes before finally seeing where the group of sirens was. Couldn't the guy be more specific? Apparently not. I stopped by one of the rear cars and shut off the engine. I pulled my now dry hair back into the hair tie that was always on my wrist. I walked up to one of the SWAT men that I was a rather close friend with. He was about four inches taller than me with light brown hair cut closely to his head, but there was just enough to mess with. He had a boyish face that seemed to always have this smirk on it. He was always so serious when he was at a site. I was always bugging him to loosen up. We were like siblings.

"Hey, Martin," I greeted.

He turned his head around, but still managed to keep one eye on the building. "Hey, Al."

"What's going on?" I wondered. "Why aren't we going in?"

The apparent leading officer walked up to me. "Hello, Sergeant. We are awaiting your order to go in."

"Are we sure that they're in there?" I interrogated.

"Yes," he affirmed.

I ran my hand down my ponytail in frustration. "If you know that they're in there, ask the next frickin' highest ranking officer!" I stuck my open palm at Martin to show that he was there. "What the heck were you thinking?" I screamed at the patrolmen.

He backed away slowly.

Martin put his hand on my arm. "Easy, Alex," he soothed. "It'll be all right. We can go in now."

I nodded to Martin and the officer as I unhostered my gun. "Let's do this." I headed towards the building.

Martin and his team ran in ahead of me. They kicked down the locked door and burst into the empty warehouse with their guns level and ready to fire. I walked into the warehouse where Martin and his men were dropping their guns to their wastes. There was nothing there. One mouse, or rat I couldn't tell, scurried across the floor in obvious annoyance to our intrusion. I stuck my gun back into its holster and put my hands on my hips. I immediately walked back out of the dusty warehouse to find our little friend that had reported it.

He was standing by his patrol car on his phone. He was talking away to someone that was unknown.

I stomped up to him and grabbed his phone. I stuck it to my ear. "He's gonna have to call ya back." I snapped it shut and shoved it in his face. "Reporting back to the mob, huh?" I was not in a good mood.

"No, not at all!" He put up his hands defensively. "It wasn't like that."

I calmed myself down. "Then explain it to me."

He noticed my change of mood and loosened up. His eyes were still filled with fear. "Some random guy said that he'd pay me 10 Gs if I called you off the bank case." He stared at me, waiting for my reaction.

"You're lucky I don't get you fired." I turned away and pulled out my phone. I pressed 1 on the speed dial and waited for my dad to pick up.

"Gordon."

"Dad," I said urgently, "what's going on at the bank?"

There was silence. "Nothing. Why?"

I sighed. "I was called off on a wild goose chase so someone could get at the bank."

I could hear him sighing as I pictured him pushing his glasses up on his nose and running a hand through his graying brown hair. "There was a threat, but nothing happened."

"Good. I'm coming back." I hung up and walked to my bike.

"Everything all right?" Martin asked as he walked up to me.

I shrugged. "As all right as it can get in Gotham." I smiled.

He clapped my shoulder. "Go serve Gotham, Al. It needs you."

I smiled. "It needs you too." I pulled the kickstand up and revved the engine. I sped out of the docks back to the bank.

I was about half way to the bank at a stoplight when another biker revved his engines. I couldn't see who it was, but I needed some fun today. I nodded and revved my engines.

The light turned green and we peeled out of there. He was, unfortunately, faster than me because he had a better bike than me. I was able to gain on him a little bit on the turns and he just barely beat me to the next light. I laughed at him. I waved to show that it was a good race. I was about ready to turn the corner when my opponent pulled off his helmet. He was laughing.

"Bruce?"

Okay, sorry it was a little shorter. Because so many people want more Bruce/Alex I'll give you some next chapter. I will introduce Harvey and the Joker in later chapters. Yeah, there will be major interaction there. I'm hoping that it goes as I planned. I may have to bump up the rating for later chapters (no sex stuff don't worry). It's the Joker, and seriously, anything really interesting that happens with him, is not really PG, but I may be able to make it PG-13, which is where this stands now. I'm not sure though.

Hope that you all liked it! Review and tell me all that you think! Criticism is welcome, but please give me ideas on how to fix it. Although, compliments are most welcome. LOL =)