Elizabeth had enough of her sister's complaints. She knew Victoria wasn't going to get how or why she was "friends" with Edward. Personally she didn't know why she was friends with Edward, she should've left him tonight in the forest but whether it was sexual attraction or something else she couldn't just drop him.

"Victoria you have to promise me not to call the cops. I would be sent to prison and my life would be destroyed just as I'm picking up the pieces. I know you don't understand but Edward won't hurt me or you. He's not a threat. As soon as he leaves tonight you won't ever have to worry about seeing him again. Just please don't do anything stupid."

"…okay I won't." Victoria finally said. "It's just—Elizabeth why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Because I couldn't; Mom and Dad would have demanded I leave Gotham and I just couldn't. I've spent my whole life moving around I'd finally found a home here some consistency, I just couldn't leave that. You wouldn't understand. You've always loved the limelight of being a military ambassador's daughter, the parties, the balls, but I hated it. Here I didn't need to bother with that I was finally living a normal life, I couldn't go back, I had a job, friends, obligations."

"Come back with me. You have nothing left. Dad can get you a job in the military, no one would question anything. Leave."

"Leave," Elizabeth laughed harshly, "never. You just left because of Dad not approving of your lover. I left because he didn't approve of me. No, I can't leave, I've invested too much. Now go to sleep, I'll send Edward out through the window so you don't have to see him again and tomorrow I'll put you up in a hotel until your brave enough to call your boyfriend and tell him you're here." Victoria went to respond but Elizabeth got up and went into her room before she could. In the bed room Edward was laying on the bed his hat over his face. His breath was shallow. Elizabeth scoffed, he had fallen asleep.

Quietly she walked over and gently removed his hat. She placed it on her head smiling as she remembered the pictures she took with Dr. Leeland. The doctor had never told her the results of the little experiment. Edward's mask was sticking out of his pocket grinning she slide it out and slipped over her face. It was too big for her face and she had to keep pushing it up. His cane was resting against the foot of the bed she grabbed it and looked in the dark window that acted like a mirror. She struck some of the same poses she had done with Leeland. Elizabeth admitted she did look very sexy.

On the bed Edward awoke silently opening his eyes he saw that his hat was missing from his face. There was a rustling next to him and he glanced over. Elizabeth was staring at herself in the window's dark glass. She was wearing his hat and mask and holding his cane. Edward felt a twist in his gut and his mind flashed back to the pictures Leeland had shown him. The same feeling they inspired ran threw him now. Then his memory flitted back to the woods how Elizabeth's body had felt so good pressed up against his. How delicious her lips had tasted.

Without realizing, he moved and found himself standing behind Elizabeth, she turned around sheepishly mumbling sorry. Edward wasn't listening though. Elizabeth eyes were shinning threw the mask, purple perfectly framing the gold. Her mouth was parted slight and she had been biting her lips giving them a deep red colour. He pulled off his gloves and cupped her face, one hand dragged up her face catching under the mask and pulling it off along with the hat. Then his hand fell down to rest on her lower back pushing her towards him lightly.

Elizabeth felt the pit drop out of her stomach as Edward stared down at her. Unconsciously she leaned forward it was like she was being pulled in by the emerald of his eyes. Her tongue darted out wetting her lips. Elizabeth let go of the cane and it clattered to the floor but the noise seemed so far off. Now her free hands slid up Edward's chest wrapping around his neck just as the hand on her cheek went up and tangled in her short grey hair.

Edward leaned down and Elizabeth went up on to her toes. The kiss was chaste but it still made Elizabeth's toes curl. Their lips moved against each other tongues not getting involved. Edward's arm tightened around Elizabeth drawing her closer. Elizabeth could feel herself heating up. She moaned as Edward moved away from her lips and down to her neck. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin and she gasped.

From the other room she heard the shuffle of feet and the couch springs groan.

"Edward," she said breathlessly trying to gather herself; "my sister…" He stopped and pulled back. They stared at each other trying as the heat between them dissipated.

"I should get going its late." Edward finally said releasing Elizabeth. He pulled on his mask and hat then picked up his cane.

"Do you think you could go through the window? I don't want Victoria to freak-out again."

"Of course." Elizabeth pulled the window up for him and he slid out with practiced ease. Once outside he turned around sticking his head back in.

"Yes?" Elizabeth asked.

"Meet me Monday 6pm at the Rosa Luna." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow it wasn't a question but a demand.

"I have to work."

"You're working for Jonathan and Falcone now. Quit." He pulled his head out and started down the fire escape.

Elizabeth lent out the window herself. "Why?"

"For my pleasure." Edward called back already two floors down. Elizabeth shot him an angry look and slammed the window shut.

On the other side of Gotham Batman was lurking on the Gotham P.D. rooftop talking to Gordon.

"…and these are only the latest victims we've found. The boys don't know what to make of it, they seem like animal attacks but everybody has the same marks over and over."

Batman frowned and flipped through the case report. Over the past few weeks bodies had been turning up in the Narrows. Not that bodies didn't often turn up in the Narrows but these were different. Bite marks from a range of canines were littered across the bodies but mainly in the upper arms and lower legs. A tingle in the back of his mind told Batman that he had seen something like this before but he couldn't remember where.

"I'll look into it."

"There was something in the latest victims' bloodstreams as well…we weren't able to identify it maybe you'll have better luck." Gordon tossed him a few vials of blood. Batman tucked him into his belt. He leapt off the building leaving Gordon mid-sentence. Before he reached terminal velocity he used his grappling hook to swing down an alley and landed in the Batmobile. He flicked a few switches and zoomed off.

Once he was back in the bat-cave Batman took the blood and popped it into the bat-spectrometer. He fell back into his chair exhausted. He hadn't gotten much sleep the past week and none in the past two days. The price of being Batman. There was a beep and Alfred's voice rang over the intercom.

"I see you've returned Master Bruce would you like me to bring down some tea?"

"No, Alfred I'm working."

"Very well sir. Also Master Dick called, he will return from his mission shortly."

"Good…you know I will take that tea Alfred." Alfred didn't respond. "Alfred?"

"Right here sir," an English accented voice said from the entrance to the bat-cave. Batman turned around, the butler knew him too well sometimes. Alfred was sharp as a tack, despite his years, and he had a cup of tea poured and prepared before Bruce had removed his cape and cowl.

"Thanks Alfred."

"Of course, sir." Alfred handed the tea over and as he did his eyes landed on a thick file resting on the bat-computer. "Isn't that the file you were going to give Miss Howard?"

"Yes, I just finished scanning all the info into the bat-computer yesterday I suppose I'll go over there tomorrow and give it to her…" Bruce's voice trailed off. He shoved the tea cup back at Alfred and furiously flipped through the file's contents. There it was. A picture of Elizabeth's wounds: bite marks, littered across her arms and legs. Quickly he turned to the keyboard typing fast and within seconds he had received his answer. The substance found in the blood stream of the bodies was a match to the chemical originally used to mutate Elizabeth.

"It seems that nasty Cuvier has finally made his move," Alfred said dabbing at some spilt tea on his uniform with a napkin.

"Things are rarely what they seem but it appears so."

"Perhaps he has given up on kidnapping the young Miss?"

"Unlikely, the bodies turning up are experimental failures, Elizabeth has been the only "successful" one so far. If anything he's going to be even more dangerous."

And Batman, as he often was, was right. Deep with in the bowels of the Narrows Cain Cuvier was bent over his desk muttering to himself. His appearance was disheveled he hadn't changed in days and hadn't showered in weeks.

"What's wrong? What's WRONG!?" He jumped up slamming his dirty fists on the desk causing the vials of blue-ish chemical to quiver. "It's all the same! Why won't it work!? DANIEL!" A slow second passed and then the door creaked open.

"Yes, boss?"

"Get me another test subject! Not a druggie this time, someone clean! The drugs must be interfering…yes…" Cuvier bent down and picked up a vial of the unstable chemical. "Yes that must be it…she wasn't a druggie."

"But boss, the last two weren't druggies," Daniel said his voice was shaking slightly. Failure after failure had driven his boss mad with anger, if he wasn't careful he might end up on the table. Cuvier froze his hand going white as he gripped the vial tightly.

"What!?" His eyes wide with rage Cuvier threw the vial across the room. "WHAT CAN IT BE THEN!? WE HAVE THE SAME INJURIES, I'VE TESTED THE DOSAGE AGAIN AND AGAIN! WHY WON'T IT WORK!?" Cuvier slumped back into his chair, the deranged chemist had been capable of tears he would have cried then in frustration.

"It's no use," he finally said, "we need her."

"Her? Are you sure?"

"There's no other way…bring her to me."

"But boss—"

"Boss!" Another voice cut Daniel off. The sound of running feet came down the hallway it was the guard. What he had to say better be important. "Boss! They're back but I don't think you're…" The guard trailed off as Cuvier stared at him fury radiating from his eyes.

"What won't I like?"

"Umm…well…maybe you should just…" Cuvier held up a hand silencing him.

"Just bring them to me." The guard gave a half salute and ran off. There was a half-minute of tense pause then the sound of limping echoed down the hallway. Cuvier kept his face straight but limping was not the sound of winners. Three men entered his office the outer two supporting the middle one. He looked at the three men. In the middle was Triple M was nearly unconscious, his arm was heavily bandaged and in a splint but it was still sticking as a funny angle. Hit-Man was faring better bruises marred his body and there was swelling at his temple but he was relatively unscathed.

"Leave us." Cuvier told the guard supporting Triple M dropped him instantly and ran from the room. Triple M groaned from the floor but Hit-Man was too scared to help him up. Cuvier took a deep breath and let the air slide out slowly. "What happened?"

"Umm…we lost…" Hit-Man said nervously.

"Obviously…" Cuvier breathed in deeply reining in his anger. He needed that prize money to continue his research. "How?"

"Well M accidently knocked me out and then that happened to him, I don't know how—" Hit-Man quieted from the floor Triple M was trying to say something. He bent down and repeated what the injured man was saying. "The girl…the fucking girl…broke my elbow…sliver haired bitch."

"Silver hair?" Cuvier said sharply.

Hit-Man stood back up, "yeah this newbie was there, a chick, called herself Wolf. She won somehow…" Hit-Man trailed off as Cuvier began to laugh darkly.

"Perfect, perfect! We don't need to go to her, she's coming to us! Daniel!" The thug poked his head around the corner. "Take the call off the girl. I want you to spread rumors of our actions, give a false location though, get going!" Cuvier grabbed his picture of Elizabeth in her psychotic break, forgetting that Triple M and Hit-Man were in the room.

"Elizabeth, my wonderful experiment, it's time follow the bread trail and come home."

Toast. Elizabeth hated toast. It burned too easily. Elizabeth tossed the two blackened pieces of bread in the garbage with the four others. "Okay no toast this morning."

"That's fine," Victoria said numbly. She was still a bit shaken from last night Elizabeth didn't blame her that much. To make her sister more comfortable she was wearing her wig and contacts although she was used to wearing them today they felt like a disguise.

"I looked online last night, booked you for a few nights at the Sheraton here, nice place; should make you feel right at home."

"Thanks…" Victoria ate her sausages and eggs in silence while Elizabeth called a cab to come pick them up at two and drive them to the hotel.

"Well we have a couple hours do you want to just hangout, we can watch a movie, whatever you want."

"No…I'm just going to read my book."

"Okay, I'll be in my room. Just call if…" Victoria wasn't paying attention to her she had flopped down on the couch and picked up her copy of "Rogue's Register". She flipped through the pages until she had reached Edward and then she began to read. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and ducked into her bedroom. She flopped down onto her bed and grabbed her laptop. Logging on she quickly opened up her email. Unfortunately there was nothing interesting just a few spam emails and a couple from her company subscriptions offering her great deals on this or that. She sighed and brought up Facebook, however, that was even more deserted than her email ever since most of her so-called friends had de-friended her Facebook had been a barren wasteland. By last count she had under fifteen: Alyssa, her mom, Victoria, Carlos, Evan, a few old friends from college who no longer lived in Gotham and…Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at a name on the status page that she hadn't remembered being friends with. A one Mister Ee.

"Mister Ee…? Mr. E." Elizabeth bowed her head. "Really? Really? Mystery, its mystery to me is why a Gotham Rogue has a Facebook account." There was a soft ping of the Facebook IM. Apparently "Mister Ee" was online. Elizabeth looked down at the message.

'Hello Elizabeth, lovely day isn't it?'

Elizabeth sighed and typed back. 'Well it was until you showed up. What do you want Edward? And why the hell do you have a FB account?'

There was a couple seconds pause before Edward responded. 'I created one just recently, thought that watching your Facebook would help me solve you. You know get day to day information, the little stuff is what's important.'

'Well at least you're honest. So…Rosa Luna?'

'Yes, it's a nice Italian place off 19th street, very classy make sure to wear something nice.'

'Who says I'm going?' Elizabeth waited but there was no response. 'Edward?' Suddenly the phone rang and she jumped off her bed to grab it before Victoria could.

"Hello?"

"Ah, much better, I don't think I like this IM-ing thing."

"Edward. Of course."

"Of course. Now: Rosa Luna, 6pm Monday, wear something nice. Understand?"

"No. I don't. Why do even want to meet?"

"Because you're interesting, Elizabeth, and I'm bored."

"Go plan a robbery or something then."

"No. We need to talk."

"We're talking now, can't we just—"

"No. No. No." Edward was beginning to lose his temper, why couldn't she just follow his orders like everyone else? Maybe she just needed a little incentive. "…you know your sister has beautiful straight blonde hair, I wonder if Jervis would like to meet her?"

"Don't you dare Edward…fine I'll meet you but no funny business or anything we're just going to talk." Elizabeth could hear his smile through the phone.

"Of course. Remember wear something nice." He hung up. Elizabeth put the phone back on the receiver. What was with that man!? First his kisses her, granted she did kiss him back but still, first he kisses her, then asks her to an Italian restaurant "for his pleasure", but now he's acting as though nothing happened and that just saying it's because he's "bored".

"Bored my ass…" Rosa Luna, something about that name sounded familiar. Well Google has all the answers. Elizabeth flopped back down on to her bed and type the name of the restaurant into the search engine. Tons of results popped up, mostly critic reviews. Edward wasn't kidding when he said classy. This place was the textbook definition of fancy. No way in hell she had a dress that nice. It seemed as though she needed to go shopping. Elizabeth's eyes wandered to the suitcase by the bed and she smirked. Good thing she'd come into a little cash.