Well, everyone liked this chapter the best, so it is now chapter two! Also, I figured out the "actors" for the Sailor Moon part of the story. Since looks is mentioned in the next chapter, I'll be giving you a picture of my idea ofSerena.

Anything in italics is in Japanese

The moment I got off the plane in Gotham City, I started to wonder if this was a good idea. I had improved my English since that disastrous experience at the party of Darien's British friend, but I truly wasn't even close to good enough at the language to be living in a country where it was the primary one spoken. I grabbed the "Learn English Now" book I had purchased in the airport before I had boarded the plane and started going over it again. Why I thought I was capable of reading and walking through a crowded airport at the same time, I'll never know. Needless to say, I ran into someone.

My reaction to it was typical. I immediately dropped everything I was holding and reached out for something to keep me from falling to the floor. What I ended up grabbing turned out to be grabbing for me, making sure I didn't fall. I found myself pressed up against a man's chest, staring at a sky blue shirt and tie. Not moving, I looked up and into the brown eyes of a quite handsome man.

"Hello there," He said softly, still looking at me in the eyes.

"Hi," I managed to get out, embarrassed as I was. He broke eye contact with me for a second and took a look around at out resulting mess. Being as observant as he is, he immediately noticed my English book.

"Would my speaking Japanese make this situation less awkward for you?" He asked me in perfect Japanese. My eyes and face must have shown my relief at hearing someone speak my native tongue, because he immediately smiled. "I'll take that as a yes". I relieved then that I should probably say something, else he might consider me a mute only capable of greetings.

"Yes, it would be nice for you to speak Japanese, and thank you for grabbing me. I would have ended up sprawled all over the floor, which is not the way I would like to start out here in America," I told him.

"It was no problem at all," He replied. I wasn't sure if I should say anything about our continued embrace. Quite frankly I was enjoying it too much to let it end. I think he was too, because his arms tightened around me.

"My name is Serena Tsukino, just to let you know," Considering the fact we were wrapped up like we were, I figured telling him my name was the least I could do.

"I'm Bruce Wayne. It's very nice to meet you," He replied. Looking around again at the mess we had made, he reluctantly suggested that we might want to clean it up. Separating, we started to sort out which stuff was which. It was fairly easy, considering my stuff was mostly the things I had needed to get past Customs and a few of the English materials I had bought. His was mostly items that had managed to fall out of his briefcase; pens and paperwork and other stuff like that. As we got situated, we started to talk again.

"So what brings you to Gotham? Vacation?" He asked me.

"Actually, I have decided to relocate here," I told him.

"Can I ask why?"

"Why I'm relocating or why I picked Gotham to relocate to"

"Both, I guess"

"I left Japan because of…" I paused for a minute, trying to figure out how to phrase my answer, how to summarize all that had caused me to leave the only home I'd ever known. Finally, I settled on the best answer I could think of. Turning back to look Bruce in the eyes, I saw that he had been watching me the entire time I was thinking. I recognized the look he was giving me as one of concern, tinged with something more. "I left Japan because of a loss of faith in myself and those around me. And I came to Gotham because I thought that here I might be able to find it again"

It was understanding that was now in his eyes, and I got the impression that he himself had had an experience like mine. "Well, I hope Gotham can be what you hope it to be," He told me.

"I have a feeling that it will," By this point, we had both gotten all our things together, and if it had been just any situation, I would have left, but for some reason I didn't want to. I had a feeling that this was going to be one of my only encounters with someone who spoke Japanese in Gotham. Lucky for me, he didn't want our meeting to end either.

"Do you have an idea of where you are going to find a place to stay?" I had to admit that I really didn't. In fact, I had no idea what exactly was in Gotham and even if I did, I had no clue how I was going to communicate with the people there. I guess I must had groaned at the realization that I had no clue what to do next, because he immediately became concerned again. "OK, so I can see what this wasn't an entirely well thought out move," I nodded in agreement with his assessment, "But don't worry, I am going to help you out and we will get you situated in no time," I was surprised at his offer of help. Sure, there was this… thing between us, but I didn't think that that was enough to have him want to help me. I was just a little suspicious.

"I know that my offer might be a bit suspect, but you see, I know my city," There seemed to be a change in him when he said this, a change to a more darker attitude, "And while there are good people here, there are…" Here was definitely a darker man. I now know what that look was about, but when I first saw it, I could only chalk it up to the look of someone who hated seeing what their city had become. "There are people here that would see you and try to take advantage of you, or something else…" Now there was pain in his expression, like the idea of that occurring was just agonizing to him. His eyes had been focused somewhere else while he had been saying this, they had looked like he was picturing a distant memory. However, he quickly closed his eyes and shook his head, then refocused back on me.

"I couldn't live with myself if I just let that happen, and not having to worry so much about things would be good for you in getting everything back together," I could clearly see that I wasn't going to be able to say no to this, but I wanted to know just what exactly I was going to be getting myself into.

"And what kind of help will I be getting?" I asked.

"Well, you are going to need some place to stay, as well as a job or maybe you might want to go to school… and you are going to have to learn English," He stopped to go over what he said and to, I assume, think of anything else that might be needed. "I think that covers it for now, and as for what kind of help I can give you, I could set you up in a hotel or you could stay with me"

"With you?"

"Yes. I have more than enough room within my home, and since we just recently rebuilt it, it is in even more excellent condition than before"

"Rebuilt it?"

"There was a fire, burned the manor to the ground. However, I had it rebuilt exactly like it was before"

"Manor"

"Wayne Manor. It's been my family's home for generations, and it has more than enough room for you," That's when it hit me, why his name had sounded so familiar. One day Darien and Amy had been talking about him. The youngest billionaire in America and the 2nd youngest in the World, he was worth $6.5 billion and owned one of the biggest and oldest companies in the world. He had gone missing for a number of years and was reported to be dead at one point, but then had suddenly reappeared. I think at one point they had discussed jobs with one of subsidiaries of the company.

"That look on your face is one I typically get when people realize who I am. Should I take it that you are in that position right now?" He was smiling again, which, if I haven't already mentioned, looks very good on him.

"Yes, in fact I am. It also brought up a memory. You see, the first time I heard of you was when one of my friends and my former boyfriend were discussing your return from death," I decided that I shouldn't wallow in the memories of my past. I swallowed the lump in my throat and then quipped, "Quite a feat that was, Mister Wayne"

"Well, I do try Miss Tsukino. In fact, my goal is to do one incredible feat each year. For my next one, I plan on walking on water," We both laughed for a few seconds before we came back to our original discussion. "So, are you going to let me help you?" As he said that, he stuck his hand out in an offer to take one of my bags. I looked at the outstretched hand, then looked back up at his face. I saw his sincerity and his genuine longing to help me. I had two options at the moment, either I could accept or deny. I could go with this man to his manor and start over again with someone to guide me, or I could go off into the unknown with no clue where to go and completely alone. Making my decision, I took a deep breath, turned around, and grabbed my suitcase.

I then put it in his outstretched hand.