A/N: Jeannie Dawes is Jenna's mom, Rachel's sister, and another of my OCs. Imagine Neve Campbell to get an idea of what she looks like.

Falcone and the Batman

"I'm home!" Detective Jeannie Dawes shouted to her sister and daughter, kicking the apartment door shut behind her.

"MOM!" Jenna shouted, jumping up from the couch and practically tackling her mother.

"Whoa! Why don't I get welcomed home like this every day?" Jeannie asked.

"Because Rachel and I don't almost get killed every day for one."

"WHAT! Oh my god, what happened? Are you two alright?" Jeannie screeched, brushing Jenna's bangs out of her face.

"We're fine, Jeannie," Rachel said coming into the room and hugging her sister.

"Yeah, Batman saved us!"

"Who?" Jeannie asked, utterly bewildered.

"Batman, mom! He's a real live super hero who dresses like a bat and disappears like a ninja!"

"Sweetie, I think you've had way too much Red Bull. You were seeing things."

"Actually, she's right Jean. We were ambushed by these two guys in the monorail station and this… man appears behind us, takes out one of the goons, and scares the other one off. He told us Falcone sent them and gave me some leverage over Faden, before disappearing into thin air." Jeannie just looked at her daughter and sister as though they just said they wanted jump off of Wayne Tower without a parachute.

"Mom? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Just… wow. That explains Gordon's encounter and the signal."

"What signal?"

Jeannie smiled to her family before whispering, "We got Falcone." Rachel and Jenna's jaws dropped.

"Really?" Jeannie grinned like the Cheshire cat and nodded. Rachel and Jenna laughed and hugged her.

"Well, I'd say this calls for a celebration," Rachel said. Jenna's eyes lit up.

"Ice cream bars?"

"Yep."

"THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!"

"So, Carl is really going prosecute Falcone?" Jenna inquired the next night, eating Chinese take out and waiting for her mom to get home.

"Of course he is. What exactly do you have against him?" Rachel questioned, getting ready to go to dinner with Carl. Jenna shrugged, picking at her noodles with her chopsticks.

"I don't know. I just don't think he's brave or daring enough for Gotham. Also, he's not the brightest when it comes to personal safety. I just don't think he's a great DA." Rachel frowned at this but said nothing. "Rachel, why don't you run for District Attorney?" Her aunt merely laughed.

"Do you realize how difficult it is for me to get people to take me seriously as an assistant District Attorney?"

"Very?"

"Quite. It's more likely for this bat character to be Bruce than for me to become DA."

"Oh please don't bring him into it," Jenna groaned.

"Speaking of grudges, why do you suddenly hate Bruce?" Rachel asked. "I mean you loved him−"

"When I was eight and that's because he spoiled me rotten," Jenna shot back, motioning to her charm bracelet. "Also, I wasn't a very good judge of character back then."

"What does character have to do with this?"

"He left us, Rachel. For seven years." Rachel took a moment to process this before speaking again.

"Oh. So, that's what this is about."

"What?"

"You don't hate Bruce, you hate what he did."

"And what did he do?"

"He abandoned you." Jenna fell silent before lowering her head. Rachel walked into the room and hugged her niece. "I know how you feel."

"He's one of the only fathers I've ever known and I thought he was dead. Now I find out he was just on vacation and didn't even bother calling us."

"I know. And truthfully I'm a bit mad at him for that but I'm also so happy to know he's alive to care that much."

"Yeah, because now there's hope that you two can still get together and have a bunch of cute little kids," Jenna teased. Rachel let go of her and hit her playfully.

"I'm home," came Jeannie's voice.

"We're in the kitchen," Jenna shouted in reply. Jeannie came in, tossing her tan trench coat over a chair. "How was you day?"

"Not as good as last night. Loeb's has an official arrest warrant for your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend?"

"The Batman."

"Oh my god Mom you did not just call the Batman my boyfriend."

"Well, considering you already have every news paper article about him tapped to your bedroom wall, you can understand my perspective."

"MOM! Seriously, that's sort of gross, he's old, he's gotta be at least thirty!"

"Ok, since when is thirty old?" a thirty-two year old Jeannie asked her daughter.

"Uh… I meant, uh, what I meant was," Jeannie raised her eyebrows, "Rachel, come on, help me out here!" Rachel, however, seemed to be struggling to contain her laughter at her family's antics and was unable to say anything.

"Well, Jenny darling, I think Rachel here is too amused by our little argument to say anything on your behalf. I think we'd better stop this discussion before she makes herself late for the party."

"Thank you Jean," Rachel gasped, trying to regain her breath. "You're right, I'd better be going." Rachel kissed her niece's forehead and shouted "Bye!" over her shoulder before exiting the apartment.

Jenna then turned to her mother, said, "He's not my boyfriend," before escaping into the sanctuary of her bedroom.