Saturday April 10th

Emily leaned against the theatre's floor to ceiling window, overlooking the street below. She watched as dozens of patrons quickly rushed into the building, smiles on their faces as they were trying to dodge the rain that had set in over the city that night. Emily glanced down at her watch before looking back out the window. She was beginning to wonder if asking Bill to join her was a great idea. She wasn't interested in starting up their relationship once again but Emily was concerned that he may think otherwise. Emily had purposely mentioned twice that they would be going as friends, hoping that Bill would get the idea.

When she saw the familiar mop of blond hair racing from a cab, she walked over to the top of the balcony staircase, and waited. He came up the steps a short moment later, his jacket and hair wet. He was out of breath from rushing in and he shook the water off of his gray jacket before running his hand through his hair. Bill smiled, seeing her face.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late. With this weather, it seems that everyone is getting a cab tonight."

"That's fine," she said, putting a smile on her face. "I haven't been waiting long."

Bill looked around the upper lobby, seeing the people standing around with drinks in their hands waiting for the curtain call. He turned and looked back at her, taking in her appearance. It had been a while since he had seen her with her hair down. It was something that he liked most about her. She had it pulled back slightly, drawing the attention to her blue eyes.

"You look great," he said, noting her dark blue jeans, her open black peacoat revealing the purple ruffled blouse beneath it and black boots.

She thanked him with a smile as an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Emily wondered if Bill felt the awkwardness of their situation or if it was only her.

"Seems like we have a little bit of time before the play begins," he said. "Would you like a drink?"

Emily rarely drank anymore. She wasn't sure if it was because of her shift and lack of social life or just preferrence. Tonight would be an exception. She was feeling the need for a good drink.

"A gin and tonic? No lemon though."

Bill nodded and smirked. "Be right back."

She watched him head towards the busy bar before she turned to look back out the window. Emily crossed her arms in front of her as she watched the cars stop and go at the streetlight below, their headlights glistening off the puddles and falling rain.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught her attention. Rather than turning around, she looked into the window and saw the reflection of the room in front of her.

A man stood a few feet behind her, dressed in a 2-piece suit with his hands shoved into his pockets. It took her a moment to recognize who it was until she saw the well-coifed hair and the smile on his face.

She turned around and smirked.

"I thought that you were busy tonight," she said, with a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Bruce nodded and motioned towards the bar. Emily followed his gaze to where two long legged blond haired women stood at the bar, each with a martini in their hands.

"They're visiting Gotham and they wanted to experience some culture within the city," he said.

"So, naturally you thought to come here."

Bruce shrugged.

"You told me about this play and I assumed that it must be good if it's something you were wanting to see," he said. "You don't seem the type that would want to waste their time with something."

She was about to speak when she noticed Bill walked past Bruce, seemingly oblivious to his presence and handed her the glass with a small lime along the rim.

"You said that you didn't want a lemon, so I hope that you're okay with lime," he said, as Emily slipped the smile back on her face and nodded while softly thanking him.

Bill took a sip from his own glass when he noticed the man standing a few feet from Emily. She watched as Bill simply stared, as though he was trying to figure out how he knew the man in front of him.

"Bill, this is Bruce Wayne," Emily finally said. "Mister Wayne, this is Bill Dravis."

Bill swallowed his drink and extended his hand towards Bruce. "Doctor Bill Dravis actually. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Bruce shook his hand and nodded as the two women walked up beside Bruce. Emily felt her height suddenly shrink as they both stood as tall as Bruce and were far thinner than she had ever been in her lifetime.

Bill looked between Bruce and Emily, trying to figure out the conversation that had occurred prior to his appearance.

"Dr. Tucker was just explaining to me what you do at your office," Bruce said, catching Emily's eye for a brief moment. "I was considering giving you a financial endowment but Dr. Tucker refused."

Bill looked at Emily, appearing as shocked as Emily, although she could see a playful glint in the billionaire's eye knowing that he was up to something.

"She suggested a fundraiser where perhaps other benefactors may be interested in supporting the Westview clinic."

"You did?" Bill asked in astonishment as he looked at Emily.

Unable to know whether she'd say the right thing or not, she simply nodded. Bruce reached into his pocket and took out his wallet before pulling a card from the folds. He handed it to Bill.

"Give my secretary a call and she should be able to set up a meeting to discuss the details," Bruce said.

Bill looked down at the business card.

"Thank you," Bill said. "Thank you ver much."

Bruce smiled, before he wrapped an arm around the waist of each model on either side of him.

"Enjoy the show tonight," he said, before walking away from the couple.

Bill and Emily watched as Bruce and the two women walked towards a private entrance to the box seats. Finally, Bill turned to Emily.

"How did you ever strike up a conversation with Bruce Wayne?"

Emily shrugged.

"I don't know. He just appeared out of nowhere."

Bruce sat in the the arm chair of the box seat with each woman sitting on either side of him as the play went on. Although he was watching the action on stage, his mind was elsewhere. His memory went back to seeing her standing with his back towards him as she looked out the window. His stomach had flipped when he saw her and he mentally reprimended himself. Bruce had sent the two women with him to get drinks so that he could go talk with Emily. Their last conversation on the back of his bike had weighed on him heavily. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her and had stood for a good few seconds watching her before he made his presence known.

Even now, he would glance up towards the balcony every so often, scanning it for the familiar woman. In the darkness of the theatre, it made it difficult until the lighting flashed bright enough that he saw her for a brief second. The light in his own eyes faded upon seeing the doctor beside her with his arm around her shoulder and a smile on Emily's face.

Unbeknownst to him, Emily would look down at him as he sat alone, with each woman an arm length on either side of him. To her, he seemed lonely. She went back to watching the play and after a few minutes, she looked back at the box where Bruce was and found his chair empty.

Emily felt her heart pound for a moment. She whispered to Bill before quietly leaving her chair and carefully made her way down the stairs in the dark. After a quiet explaination to an usher that she needed to use the washroom, she was escorted into the bright lobby. It was empty except for the bartender cleaning some glasses. Emily walked up the man.

"Did anyone walk by here?"

The bartender nodded. "The rich guy, Mr. Wayne did a minute ago or so. He went downstairs."

Emily turned and walked briskly down the spiral staircase, still not certain why she was going after him and even what she would do if she happened to catch up with the man. He was still a stranger to her. Although she knew more secrets about him than he did of her, she wanted to speak with him again.

She felt more disappointment when she realized that the lower lobby was empty as well. Emily turned and walked through the revolving door and onto the wet sidewalk. She looked in either direction, finding them nearly deserted. After resolving that he was no longer there, she turned and went back into the theatre and back to her seat.

Emily never did see Bruce again at the theatre. Only the two women who accompanied him remained in the box. Emily would glance down at them every so often during the play. They would whisper to each other before one would shrug. She could tell they were confused and frustrated. Bruce had left them high and dry.

After the play, Emily and Bill lingered by the stage door at Emily's request, waiting for Michael to come out. When she finally saw the familiar man in the shadows she ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You were wonderful!" she said, with a smile. "You made a very handsome scottish police constable."

Michael chuckled as he walked alongside her to the sidewalk. "Thank you. I'm so glad you came tonight. So, who was your number two for the night?"

Emily smiled sheepishly when Michael looked up to see Bill. Michael used his best acting ability and hid his shock and frustration at seeing the man that Emily brought with her. He was mentally shaking her, trying to knock some sense into the woman as he held out his hand towards Bill.

"Good to see you again," Michael said.

Bill smiled weakly, knowing Michael's disdain for him too well. Michael had always tried to be the big brother that Emily never had.

"Yeah, I'm sure it is."

Emily sighed, hoping that Michael wouldn't say anything inappropriate.

"You did a great job tonight," Bill added. "I'm glad that Emily asked me to come see the play with her."

Michael looked over at Emily. "I'm sure that she is glad as well."

She glared at Michael, daring him with her eyes to say something he'd regret. He caught the look in her eyes.

"A bunch of us are heading to the pub on Broadway in a few minutes," Michael said, looking from Bill to Emily. "You two are welcome to come along if you're interested."

Bill was about to answer, but Emily quickly jumped in. She knew that Michael was only really wanting to find out more about what was going on with her and Bill and it wasn't something she was wanting to discuss.

"Actually, Bill was just about to flag down a cab for us," she said, nodding to Bill who quickly agreed and turned to begin hailing a cab.

Michael sighed and smiled.

"Well, another time then," he said. He put his arm around Emily's neck. "And I'll talk to you later."

"I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow morning," she told him. "I need you to peek in on Freddie sometime tomorrow and then Monday morning for me."

"Where are you off to?"

"I'm heading down south to visit some friends," she said, hoping that Michael wouldn't catch the lie. It wasn't a lie entirely though, she had to admit to herself.

"It's about time that you take a relaxing time away from that clinic," Michael said softly. He wasn't meaning only the clinic and Emily knew it. "Have a good time."

Emily smiled, giving him a final hug before rushing back to the cab that Bill had hailed and was now along the curb. She slid into the open door and closed the door behind her.

"Why didn't you want to go to the pub? I would've gone if you were wanting to," he said as Bill climbed into the other seat beside her.

Emily shook her head. "I'm not in the mood for a drink."

The statement shocked Bill as he closed the door and walked around to the otherside of the cab. He climbed into the car and closed the door.

"So, where are we going?"

Emily shrugged. "Coffee or tea?"

Bill nodded and gave directions to the cab driver.

"I seem to recall that you were pretty drunk at the Christmas party three years ago," Bill said, with a smile as the cab began to drive.

Emily shrugged. "I was still going through a lot back then. I haven't touched it much since. It's not a lifestyle that I want to get back into."

Bill nodded in understanding.

Emily looked out her window as the cab pulled up to a red light and stopped. The sound of someone pounding on the drivers window caught her attention. In the darkness, she couldn't make out who it was or what was going on, but the sound of the glass breaking and a knife reaching through the broken window, slitting the throat of the driver caused her to scream. Quickly, she opened her door and nearly spilled onto the wet sidewalk with Bill right behind her.

"Run!" he cried as he grabbed her arm, and ran with her down the sidewalk, away from the cab and the armed man. They darted into an alley, hearing the sound of feet racing behind them.

"This way," Emily whispered, turning into an alcove to hide. When she glanced behind her, she saw Bill race down another alley and then into the darkness. Instead of following, she pressed herself as deep as she could into the alcove, praying that the darkness would hide her. Emily put her hand over her mouth in an attempt to calm her ragged breathing. The only sound she could hear was the slow footsteps and the rain falling onto the ground.

The footsteps stopped for a moment but then continued on down the alley. Emily finally let out the breath that she was holding and slowly peered around the corner.

A pair of glowing eyes met hers and she nearly screamed as a hand covered her mouth and an arm pulled at her body and wrapped around her.

Emily began to kick violently, trying to free herself from the grasp but she quickly calmed the moment she felt a knife pressed against her neck.

"Don't scream," the man growled into her ear as he took his hand away from her mouth. It barely sounded human. Tears came to her eyes as she could feel the man running his hand down her back and roughly over her hair before she felt him grab a handful, pull her head back with it before bringing it to his nose. She heard him inhale before letting go of her hair.

When he walked around in front of her, he began to lean in and roughly grab her head and tilted it to the side. Emily winced and whimpered slightly at the roughness as the man began to smell her neck and around her collar. She shuddered as she stood there, tears beginning to fall down her face as she choked back a sob.

Emily was beginning to mentally take herself somewhere else, praying that the assault would soon be over.

When he suddenly grabbed her face, Emily gasped and momentarily opened her eyes. She recognized the man in front of her.

"Carlos?"

The man didnt' even seem to register his name.

"Carlos, it's me, Dr. Emily," she said, her voice wavering as he held the knife within one hand as he caressed her face with the other. "You...you know me from the c...c..clinic."

Carlos leaned in and sniffed her cheek, growling deep in his throat as he did so.

"Wh...what are you doing? If you n...need help, I can help you."

She pinched her eyes shut when she felt him begin to gently rub his cheek against her own as he held her head and the cool metal of the knife pressed against her neck. With a sudden movement, she pushed him as hard as she could. He lost his balance slightly but quickly advanced at her with the knife in his hand. Emily backed up.

Suddenly, a hand was on Carlos' shoulder. The man turned and was punched in the jaw. Carlos staggered for a moment, looking darkly at the black figure in front of him. Emily felt relief knowing that Batman was there, but Carlos kept himself between Emily and Batman. Carlos swung the knife out in front of him, defending himself and ensuring that he kept himself between Emily and Batman. Batman reached out for Carlos' arm, attempting to knock the knife out of his hand. He was surprised when he realized how strong the man was. He held tight to the knife and blocked every attack.

Emily slowly backed up away from Carlos as Batman engaged him in a fight. Carlos punched Batman in the chest and then tripped him. He suddenly seemed to notice Emily getting further away from him. Suddenly, she turned and began to run at the same moment as Carlos turned towards her, leaving Batman on the ground. Emily had only gotten a short distance when Carlos caught up with her. He swung out the knife in front of him, catching her in the shoulder.

Emily felt the sting on her back at the same moment that she was pushed forward and landed on the dirty, wet pavement. She was quickly flipped over onto her back as hands were pressed onto her wrists above her head. Emily looked up at Carlos' face, as he panted.

She began to sob. Not only was she in pain, but she felt alone and desperate.

"Let me go!" she yelled at him.

Batman clenched his teeth as he stood up and raced after the man. When he saw him holding Emily down to the ground and she begin to cry out, he swiftly kicked the man in the side. Carlos quickly grabbed at his side and rolled off onto the ground beside Emily. He stood up, and backed up. It was as though a light had gone on in his brain. Carlos looked shockingly between Batman standing in front of him and the woman slowly sitting up on the ground. He recognized her and was concerned for her, but seeing Batman standing menacingly in front of him scared him. He turned and ran down the alley.

Batman turned back towards Emily. He knew that she was hurt. He hesitated, unsure of whether he should help her or go after the man.

"I'm all right! Go!" she told him. She made the decision for him. Batman merely nodded as he darted into the darkness.

Emily looked over her shoulder and reached to touch the tender spot just out of sight on her back. She gasped at the pain that it caused and saw the bright red blood on her dirty fingers. Slowly, she stood up, feeling the wetness on her coat and pants from the water on the ground. It continued to rain and she backed up against the wall, hoping that it would protect her somewhat from the water. Emily could feel the warm, sticky feeling of the blood on her back and was beginning to concern her. Finally, she let out a sigh before pressing her fingers over the cut. She quickly inhaled at the pain the pressure had caused and felt her body begin to shiver. Maybe it was worse than she thought. Without being able to see it, she wouldn't be able to know.

She gasped when figure suddenly dropped to the ground in front of her.

"Turn around," she heard Batman say deeply, yet softly. Emily continued to shake and complied silently before feeling a gloved hand gently move her hand that covered the wound. After a moment, she sucked in a breath when she felt pressure being put back on it.

Batman was concerned with her silence. In the time that he had known her, he knew that she wasn't one to keep her mouth shut for too long. Now, she had barely said a word. He took her by the shoulders.

"Emily?"

Her eyes were open, but she didn't seem to be there. He couldn't tell for certain being in the darkness of the alley, but she seemed pale. Batman could feel her body relax and he placed his hand around her back, in fear that she was about to faint.

"It's Bruce," he whispered just loud enough to hear. "I'm going to help you. Trust me."

"Am I bleeding?" she finally asked. Batman let out a sigh of relief when he heard her voice.

"You're in shock," Batman said, reaching into his belt.

Was she? Emily had been in shock once before but it didn't feel like this. Maybe it was because of blood loss.

She watched him raise his arm over his head before a device was shot into the air and attached itself to something with a clang. He secured the other end to his waist before reaching forward and wrapping his arm around Emily's waist and keeping the other on her back.

"Hold on to me," he instructed as Emily wrapped her arms around his chest and felt the pain in her shoulder with the movement. A moment later she felt her feet leave the ground.

Emily wasn't sure if she passed out somewhere along the way but she couldn't recall how she came to be sitting in the tumbler a few minutes later.

"You didn't loose that much blood, but I'm guessing that your blood pressure dropped due to the stress and shock," Batman said, when he realized that she was consciously looking at him.

Emily nodded as she gingerly touched her shoulder, feeling a large wad of gauze between herself and the seat of the tumbler. She was surprised to find that she still had her coat on and thought that it was probably best as it was most likely acting as a large bandage.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Batman nodded. "Be glad that I was in the area."

Emily suddenly became more alert. "Bill was with me."

Batman shook his head. "I didn't see him."

"He must have gotten away. Did you get the guy?" she asked.

"No," Batman replied, glancing over at her. "You know him."

Emily nodded solemnly and let out a shaky sigh. "He's a client of mine from the clinic. He's a kind and gentle man. I just don't...I don't know why he would do something like this."

"He seemed to change just before he ran off," Batman said, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of them.

Emily turned and looked out the window. She noticed that they were no longer in the city and were passing trees. "Where are we going?"

As she looked ahead, she saw the curtain of water wash over them before the Tumbler came to a stop inside of a cave. Emily looked up as the roof retracted. Bats screached in protest at the disturbance. She turned and saw Batman holding a hand out to her. Carefully, she took his hand and grabbed the gauze before she slid down the side of the tumbler. She pressed it against her shoulder once again before she followed Batman.

"Where are we?"

"Under Wayne Manor," he replied, as he walked up a slope towards a table. Emily noticed that his voice was different.

"Miss Tucker!" Alfred exclaimed as he walked towards them. He seemed surprised and looked between Batman and Emily. He noticed the woman with her hair in disarray and her clothing dirty as she held a piece of gauze on her shoulder. He quickly approached her.

"When Master Bruce said that he would be needing my assistance, I never dreamed that it would be for you. Are you all right?"

Emily nodded, removing the gauze from her back as Alfred slipped his glasses over his eyes. He noticed the large cut through the fabric of her coat and the dried blood around it.

"Have a seat right here on the stool and I'll get some supplies," he said, before disappearing into another room.

Emily sat down and looked over at Batman as he stood in front of a computer and noticed that he had long abandonned the cowl. She was merely looking at Bruce Wayne with kevlar and a cape. She began to slowly pull off her coat.

"What was the man's name?" he suddenly asked, as he walked towards her.

"Carlos," she replied. "We don't ask for last names or addresses, as you already know."

He reached out and helped her pull her right arm out of her coat, seeing the blood stained blouse for the first time. Alfred returned and winced at the sight of her back.

"Alfred, she's going to need some clean clothes," Bruce said, taking the supplies out of Alfred's hands. "I'll take care of her back."

Alfred leaned in, speaking softer. "Are you sure sir? I can take care of it."

"No Alfred," Bruce said sofly. "It's all right. I can do it."

Emily glanced over her shoulder as she undid the few buttons on her blouse, thankful that she had decided to wear a camisole that evening. She watched the men speak softly between themselves before Alfred walked away and Bruce walked towards her.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing that you've given yourself stitches once or twice," she said with a smirk, as she pulled her good arm out of her blouse.

Bruce smiled as he sorted through the supplies that Alfred had placed on the table beside Emily. "Never on someone else though."

Emily nodded as she felt Bruce help her pull the blouse off her back, feeling the dried blood stick the fabric to her skin. She took a deep breath as the blouse came off. Finally, she relaxed again as she felt Bruce's warm fingers touch her shoulder around the edges of the wound.

"I've never given myself stitches before," Emily commented as she felt the coolness and then a slight sting of peroxide. She turned her head and tried to look over her shoulder. "How bad is it?"

"It's not too deep," Bruce replied, as he pulled up a stool and sat behind her. "But it's a good few inches. It'll be easy to fix and quick to heal."

Emily nodded, turning her head forward again as Bruce prepared to stitch up her shoulder.

He glanced at her damp brown hair sticking to her back. Gently, he pushed her hair over her opposite shoulder and out of the way before placing the first stitch.

She felt the pinch of the needle, flinched slightly and then felt a hand rest against the skin on her other shoulder.

"Relax," Bruce told her, his soft voice tickling her ear. The way he spoke was enough to send chills down her back. She mentally shook it off.

Emily nodded in agreement before she took a deep breath and closed her eyes while trying to relax her shoulder.

"So, what made you decide to work at the Westview clinic?"

Emily had to chuckle but managed to keep herself as still as possible. "Trying to take my mind off of what you're doing to me back there?"

"That, and to create conversation," Bruce said, tying off his first stitch. "So, what made you want to work there?"

"It was an easy decision," she said. "I enjoy helping people and the low income families of Gotham have been neglected by the society. It isn't fair. A lot of the clients that come in are drug addicts, suffering from various kinds of abuse, but there are others that were just not so lucky when it came to getting the best jobs in the city. They can't afford decent medical care."

"That area of town certainly isn't a safe place to work," Bruce commented. "Why not work at Dent Memorial hospital? Everything in that new building is state of the art and filled with the newest technology."

Emily smiled, somehow knowing that the conversation would eventually shift that way. She was almost waiting for it. She knew that she would have to trust him as much as he trusted her.

"I prefer to work there over the new hospital. Besides, I used to work at Gotham General."

"You did?"

"I was working in the ER department in triage when Harvey Dent was brought in a few years back during the whole Joker drama in the city," she explained, her voice becoming softer. "That was the last time that I worked in a hospital. I could never go back after what happened."

She felt the sting once again of another needle penetrating her skin. This time she didn't move.

Bruce didn't speak, recounting the memories of that day in his own mind. Seeing Rachel's face smile at him in his memory and hearing her soft voice speak his name.

Emily took a deep breath.

"I was one of the hostages in the Pruett building."

The memory disappeared as he quickly digested Emily's statement.

"The Pruett building where Joker was holding hostages? You were there?"

Images of that night flashed through Bruce's mind of when he saw the doctors and nurses shaking with guns taped between their hands and clown masks over their faces. The innocent were being targetted by the SWAT teams and none of them were able to speak to tell them. An anger was beginning to build up inside of him just as it did that night years ago. He glared at the cut on her back, yet was gentle against her skin as he continued to sew up the cut.

Emily smiled weakly.

"It's not something that I like to talk about," she stated, looking down at her hands in her lap. "After many failed attempts of talking with a therapist regarding my PTSD and recurring nightmares, I resigned my position with the hospital and took the job at Westview Clinic."

Bruce was silent after she spoke. He had never met someone personally who had been directly affected by something he had experienced. He also didn't think of her as someone who would quit and give up so easily. He thought of what she must have gone through.

"Do you still have nightmares?"

His voice was barely audible.

Emily paused for a moment before she shook her head. "Not very often."

A lie. Bruce could hear it in her voice.

She heard him sigh. "I'm sorry."

Emily turned enough to see him sitting on a stool behind her. She had no idea of the emotions that he was battling at that moment. Dressed in armour that made him a formidable warrior and he was brought down with a simple memory. She watched him reach for the premoistened disinfectant pads.

"It is not your fault," she said. "You can't help everyone all the time. You saved a lot of people that day; more than you'll probably ever know. There's nothing to be sorry about."

"People did die that day because of me," he stated, standing up and walked around her to get behind her to dab carefully around the stitches. "Important people."

Bruce was trying to ignore the woman but her stubborn persistence was making him angry.

"That was years ago. It's done and over with. You need to let go of the past," she argued, spinning around to face him standing in front of him. "Why are you still punishing yourself?"

"Because I let it happen!" he growled loudly at her, his voice echoing in the cave. A few bats screached at the sudden raise in volume.

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke the conversation. Bruce looked over at Alfred to find the older man glaring back at him. Bruce turned back towards the computer monitor as Alfred walked towards Emily. He smiled apologetically at the woman as he handed her a folded t-shirt and jogging pants.

"I hope that these will be all right," Alfred said.

"They are, thank you," she said, her voice weaker than he had ever heard it. She looked over at Bruce who was in the process of pulling the cowl back over his head. It appeared to Emily that Bruce wouldn't be in the mood to speak with her. Emily turned back to Alfred. "Would I be able to get a ride home?"

"Of course, miss," Alfred replied, glancing back at Bruce as the man walked away from them towards the Tumbler, appearing to not hear their conversation or perhaps not wanting to hear it. Alfred spoke a little louder, enough so that Bruce could hear him.

"But perhaps you could just stay here for the night. It would save you on time in the morning and you could have assistance in changing the bandages on your back."

Emily smiled weakly before turning to see Batman by the tumbler.

"I don't think it's a good idea," she said wincing slightly. The last thing she wanted was to get on Batman's bad side and then be an uninvited guest in his home.

"Nonesense!" Alfred said, making the decision as it was clear to him that Bruce was stubborn enough to let his pride speak for him. "I'll set up a guest room for you and you can have a nice warm shower before you get some rest."

"I have 2 bags packed for tomorrow back at my apartment," she said softly.

Alfred looked over at Batman as he climbed into the Tumbler. "Sir, could you please pick up Miss Tucker's bags at her apartment?"

Batman never answered but instead the Tumbler roared to life before disappearing from the cave.