To start off, I'm pretty sure this is one of my favorite chapters just because I can see Maggie fitting perfectly in these scenes. I hope you all can appreciate, see it and love the scenes too!

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-yesiamweird

I shouldn't be here. Why, oh why, did I decide that this was a good idea?! I thought to myself treading through ankle deep sewer water. "I swear, if he doesn't have a good damn reason…" I managed to pick my tennis shoes out of the murky brown water until I found myself in front of the sewer gate.

After getting home from a long and exhausting day of work, I pulled on my comfy clothes and ate dinner in front of the TV; a nice plate of left over perfectly al dente spaghetti and thick meatballs in a hearty red sauce. That was, until I received a frantic call from John stating I needed to open the gate of the sewer just around the corner while he searched the others. Before I had time to protest he claimed it was for 'a damn good reason' and that I had to hurry…

Well as far as I was concerned Blake owed me a new pair of shoes.

I bent my head down to the lock of the metal gate and then cringed at the decaying odor of the tunnels. My clothes were ruined after this experience; there would be no way in hell I'd get this smell out of the fabric. Nor would I want to wash these clothes with any of my other ones. Gross.

I bent down again trying my best not to take in the scent of the area and looked at the lock. Luckily, I had a small bobby pin in my messy bun style hair-do and I quickly used the object to pick the lock. On my second attempt, and nose full of that horrible smell, I pulled apart the chain allowing the gate to open outwards with the flow of the water pressure.

"What the hell is going on?!" I threw the pin into the water and then looked around to make sure no one had witness my break in. Well, if anyone had witnessed me, Blake would hopefully be on his way soon and I could just blame my actions on him.

Looking around the area frantically for a dry spot I sighed in defeat not finding one. "Damn." My head and shoulders hung low and I had to stop myself from gagging after inhaling a large amount of the sewer smell in my mouth. "I swear Blake, if this isn't-" Suddenly from the side of my eyesight, I noticed gleaming red and blue lights and a figure running and splashing the nasty water throughout the tunnel area.

"Blake! What the hell is-" I started to yell out until I heard a strange noise from below my feet, almost reminiscent of a moan from a man. As soon as I felt a heavy sensation from on top of my shoes I squealed in horror… or maybe shock, at the wet man practically drowning in front of me. Instinctively, I reached down to pull his head from out of the water. "OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?" I shouted while attempting to reach my arm behind him in order to pat his back from the water engulfing his lungs.

At this point, I had given into the complete shock of the situation unaware that my knees now contained the ghastly water protruding from the gate and tunnel of the sewer. In all honesty though, my concern of the retched water had deceased. "BLAKE! HELP!" I screamed as he charged over to my side splashing the mud and grime into my face.

"He okay!? Hey!" He pulled the man from out of my arms into his. "Hey! You awake!? Commissioner?!" John shouted while slapping the man's face lightly to wake.

At the word, commissioner, the light in my brain began to blink brightly inside my cranium. "Commissioner?! As in Gordon!?" I panicked seeing more lights coming from the streets. "What. Happened. Blake?!"

"A-Ar-Army." Gordon murmured softly. "Un-under-ground. A-rmy…B-B-Ba-Bane…Bane!"

Blake shook his head while pulling Gordon's arm over his shoulder. He nodded for me to do the same as he explained, "Attacked. He went into the man-hole after the shooting and was attacked."

"Shooting? What shooting? And what the hell is he talking about? Who's Bane?"

"M-ma-sked...man…B-Ba-Bane. A-ar-army."

"Commissioner, you're gonna have to help us help you. We need to walk to the street. Come on." Blake commanded but the older man still didn't budge. Instead he continued to mutter the same words over and over again.

As soon as Blake and I reached the street, an ambulance had just arrived on scene and some of the EMT's ran to the three of us. "We've got him." They responded taking Gordon from our grasp and lying him down on a stretcher laid out next to us.

My body had been shaking, and I hadn't known it was until my knees buckled falling into the side of my roommate at the decrease of adrenaline. "Hey!" Blake caught me back to my position while patting my back. "You okay too?"

"No, I'm not fucking okay!" I yelled smacking his chest as hard as I could, "Where was a shooting at? Tell me what happened or-"

"At the Green Lady Bar on 9th avenue. We got a signal from the Congressman's cell phone and obviously the kidnappers didn't like that we had gotten there so easily. Gordon followed a few of the men down the sewers but there was a gas explosion so we were ordered to not go in." Blake leaned in close as the EMT's took Gordon down the street and a group of police walked from out of their cars towards our location. "I only figured he'd end up in one of the sewer gates just like Jimmy…" His voice was a soft whisper at this point, "I don't know who Bane is but I know someone that just might."

I knew exactly who he was talking about but instead of nagging him about his plan I chose to ignore it completely. "You're an idiot," I pulled from out of his arms with a scowl to fool his co-workers from our conversation, "Don't ever involve me in this shitty police work again, damnit! Never again!" I crossed my arms over my chest while a few of the surrounding police came to our aid. "And I fucking stink!"

"I have to talk to him." Blake's voice was hard as he pulled on his uniform while I watched sitting on his bed. "Who?" I questioned sipping my coffee nonchalantly.

"Bruce Wayne. I have to talk to him…"

"Blake," I rolled my eyes as he sat on the bed to tie his shoes onto his feet. "You know that's not gonna go well."

"Well from the way Commissioner Gordon was talking, this sewer issue isn't gonna go well either."

I nodded and finished the rest of my coffee. "Well then," I stood with a smile, "I'm coming too!"

"What? No, I'm going during my shift. I'll get in-"

"Please…" I scoffed with my hands wrapped around the warm mug, "There's no way in hell I'd miss Bruce Wayne's reaction when he realizes you know that he's Batman."

"Well thanks."

"You're welcome!" I stated with a proud smile while standing from his un-made bed, " Let me put on some clothes and shoes and let's head out." Quickly I rushed to my bedroom and pulled on a pair of dark skinny jeans tucked inside black boots, a black blazer over top of my red tank top I had already been wearing and my black purse. "See, ready in no time!" I smile to Blake waiting in the kitchen. He nodded and then offered for me to walk first out of the apartment.

The car ride was silent. Not a painful silence, but a silence of anxiety. "So," I started to say through parted red lips, "What are you gonna tell him? 'Oh hey, I just met you. And this is crazy, but I think you're batman maybe?!'" I smiled proud of my incorporation of that stupid song verse.

"I-I'm- I don't know…" Blake rolled his eyes tightening his grip on the steering wheel even harder as we turned the corner towards the road to the Wayne mansion. "What do you think?"

I smirked, "I think cripple or not, he's gonna kick your ass. And I can't wait to see it."

"This isn't funny, Maggie! What the hell did I even bring you for?"

I finished laughing with a nod, "Okay okay… Well I think, hmmm, just tell him about Gordon. I mean, Batman and him do have a history with one another. So he would feel something knowing that Gordon was put in the hospital. I think, anyways."

The police car pulled up to the open metal gates of the Wayne mansion and drove through the dirt road toward the mansion, I couldn't grasp the concept that someone actually lived in this palace. It was beautiful and creepy and charming and intimidating all at the same time. Blake pulled the car into the circle gravel driveway and then shut off the engine. "Ready?" I nodded. "Please, try not to do anything stupid." I pouted at his comment, "Let me do all the talking…"

With a roll of my eyes, I reached for the door handle and pushed myself out of the comfortable leather of the car. It was no wonder some cops were lazy. Those damn cushioned seats were too warm and perfect to get out of.

We walked side by side up the steps with Blake's thousands of key's jingling with each step he took while the heel of my boots clacked on the cement. In what seemed like a million and a half of stairs, the two of us stood in front of Wayne manor staring at the door with our jaws a gape. "Wow…" I muttered eyeing the precise details etched on the doors. "Well…" I looked to my friend shrugging my shoulders and indicating with the use of my eyes to tell him to knock.

He turned his head to the side of the door pressing the small white button ringing the bell on the inside. The sound rang once, twice, and then a third time with no sign of movement on the other side. "Did it work?" I whispered and then jumped from the door being opened inside the mansion.

"Hello there sir," The elder man smiled. He looked to me and nodded his white graying head, "And madam. May I help you?"

"I need to see Bruce Wayne." Blake commanded and I had to stop myself from smiling at his stern attitude. He must have gotten it from wearing the uniform.

"I'm sorry," The butler seemed nice, genuine, but his voice was just as stern as Blake's, "But Master Wayne doesn't take unscheduled calls. Even from a police officer." He began to shut the door when Blake opened his mouth to retaliate. "And if I go get a warrant for the investigation of Harvey Dent's murder does that still count as unscheduled?"

John Blake- 1, Old Butler Guy- 0

The butler nodded hesitantly and then offered us two inside. "Might I ask what your names are?"

"Officer John Blake, and this is Detective Maggie Robin." The man bowed and then offered us to wait inside the foyer of the mansion while he fetched Mr. Wayne.

"Detective?" I crossed my arms over my chest while tapping my foot on the ground. Blake merely shrugged his shoulders, "What? I had to tell him something that would make sense." I shook my head trying my best to hold my tongue while inside the mansion. This was Bruce Wayne, not to mention, BATMAN. If anything, he probably already saw us from a supercomputer that fit into the palm of his hands or something ridiculous like that.

Instead, I found myself staring off at the marble walls and the art surrounding us. "Wow," I muttered while my heels echoed through the large foyer, "This place is like a museum." My attention had been focused on a while marble statue of a woman holding a child in her arms. This woman was just so beautiful to me…

Soft hair, warm eyes, a caring smile, and a glow of radiance from her cheeks all while being made of stone. If I could have anything in the entire mansion, I would choose this statue in a heartbeat. "She's so beautiful…" I commented under my breath feeling Blake on my side.

The baby was just as wonderful as the woman. He had a glistening smile and soft curly hair while being wrapped in a blanket that just didn't want to stay on him fully. The gender could be revealed from the draping of the cloth. "I love this." I nodded reaching out to touch the mother's hand wrapped underneath the child's back.

"Thank you."

A voice from behind made both me and Blake jump and turn towards it. The butler had alongside of him a scraggly-looking man. At first glance, she wouldn't have expected this man to be the owner of the house, but she had seen enough of his pictures to look beyond the beard and robe to the billionaire. "Mr. W-Wayne…" My breath gasped while I clutched my heart underneath my red tank top.

"That is a statue of my mother," Mr. Wayne walked a bit closer to the two of us with his cane clacking on the marble floor. "Holding me as a child."

I looked to a blank face of Blake and then turned back to the billionaire, "Like I said…It's beautiful. Really…"

"And thank you. Again. Now," He turned to Blake with a stern glance and held out his hand for Blake to shake, "Bruce Wayne."

Blake hesitated for a moment and then reached out to shake, "Officer John Blake." Wayne nodded and then motioned for me to shake. I nodded and took a hold of his calloused hand in my own.

"Maggie Rob- Detective! Maggie… Robin."

Damn my hesitation.

Wayne nodded and bowed his head after we stopped shaking. "Miss Robin, right?" I nodded nervous. "That's quite interesting. I know a Margaret Robin that works for a suit company in the city. Actually, my company is affiliated with J.R.W. Suits and Ties… I believe she calls herself Maggie as well-"

"That's right." I bowed my head with my hands intertwined behind my back. I nodded looking down at my shoes and quite frankly too embarrassed to look up at the cunning man. "We do work with Wayne Enterprises. I've actually-" I looked up at the man with a smirk of victory on his lips. "I've actually put together four of your suits you've bought from us…"

"Ah." Wayne smiled leaning into his cane, "And how is Mr. James Washington?"

I took a step backwards looking to the side at Blake's apologetic face. "He's um…not so good…" I looked back to Mr. Wayne. "He's um. Dead. Actually…"

"Oh. I'm- I'm sorry to hear that."

"A robbery…three men. Gunmen…shot him down in front of me." I smiled despite the tears glazing in my eyes. "We are shutting down the company for now…" My smile was completely fake and all three men could tell. Yet, I continued to ramble on… "His son was supposed to take over the family business but he's sorta connected to Maroni and his thugs so I don't even know if he's alive and-"

"Maggie." Blake nudged my side forcing me to stop.

"I- uh. I'm sorry for lying. We just- Um, Blake has something…really important for you to discuss and he was giving me a ride to work and all…so…"

The reassuring chuckle from Bruce made my shoulders lower from the growing tension within. "That's fine." He raised a hand towards a door on the left. "This way if you will." I backed out of the way while Blake followed in after the butler. "Miss Robin?"

I only shook my head while holding both of my elbows in each hand. "Oh, no, it's none of my business…besides. I really like looking at all of your items on display." I smiled, "It's like going to a museum."

"Fine then. Alfred, if you would be kind enough to accompany Miss Robin?" The butler nodded and then closed the door separating the two from one another. Silence. Pure and sweet silence surrounded the butler and me until he decided that silence was no longer something the two of us could be shrouded in.

"Miss Robin."

"Mr. Alfred?"

He smiled, "Would you like some tea? I just finished making a pot for Master Wayne."

I merely shook and looked towards the elegant staircase, "No, I'm okay. Thanks though…" My hands made their way onto the smooth surface of the wood and I almost thought I purred for a moment. "I know this place burnt down a while ago, but it's still wonderful…" I smiled to Alfred and the retreated my hand.

"Master Wayne had it designed to be an exact replica of the first building. Would like for me to bring you anything Miss Robin?"

I only shook my head. "Nah, I'm not one who likes for people to wait on me. But thanks…I guess every girl should be treated like a princess at least once in her life."

"And Master Blake is not a person who treats you as such?" His British accent made him that much more fun to talk to. I shook, "We aren't together…just friends."

Alfred smiled holding a finger to his lips. "I'm sorry Miss Robin-"

"Maggie."

"Yes, well Maggie. But I'm afraid I've heard a similar statement from Master Wayne when he was younger." My eyes adverted to a corner, "But then again Master Wayne would be upset to know I've gone and told you that, now."

I giggled running a hand through my blonde hair. I hadn't showered this morning so I assumed I looked like a complete mess. How fitting, irony struck me, to be in a place like this and look like a mess…then again. Mr. Wayne wasn't looking too much like a prince either…

"That really is a beautiful statue…I only wish I had a mother to hold me like that."

Alfred's eyes became concerned as he watched me walk towards the figure once again. "What ever do you mean?"

My fingertips grazed Mrs. Wayne's cheeks. "I mean, I never had this type of tenderness before…despite being made of stone, she makes me warm…" I realized I was mumbling and jumped to look back at the butler. "Sorry…" My smile was hesitant. "I was abandoned as a baby…and then never adopted."

"And how is it that a beautiful woman such as yourself was never given the opportunity to love?"

I shook, "Guess it just comes with the territory." My shoulders hung in a defeated position. "How can you trust it…when I was never given the chance to be someone's child? I mean, how does a woman with the past of never being accepted get over it? To push the past away and hope someone will come along and treat you like a goddess?"

I was rambling again. Damn it.

"I guess I just don't want to be hurt again. So I don't allow love to come through."

Alfred had made his way to my side with that smile still fixated on his old wrinkly lips. "Love always finds a way. Even if it never existed in the past."

I nodded despite the distrust of his words floating in my mind. "I'll remember that."