A/N - Another chapter! Everyone cheer!

A week later...

Emily stood in front of a mirror with scissors in her hand. She had debating on what she should do for days now and with their escape from the city planned for the next day, she figured that it was no better time than now.

With a sigh, she raised the scissors to her hair and began to cut.

Alfred stirred in his sleep when he heard the sound. It wasn't foreign to him, but knowing that the crying was about to turn frantic, he instinctively woke up. He carefully pushed himself up from the cot and cradled his tender abdomen. He reached for the cane beside him and gently stood up before walking over to the small crib that Bruce had fashioned in the corner of the living area.

Clara's eyes were red and full of tears. His heart broke as she turned to him. Her frown slowly turned up upon seeing that she was no longer alone. Alfred reached over and ran his hand over her head.

"There, there my dear," he said gently. "There's nothing to fear here."

It was then that he saw Emily suddenly appear with a bottle in hand. He had to look twice when he noticed that her brown hair had been cut short to just above her shoulders. She smiled weakly, knowing that he noticed.

Emily reached over and picked up Clara from the crib.

"Your hair looks good on you," Alfred commented, with a smile.

"Thank you," she replied, touching the ends and realizing how short it really was. "It's going to take some getting used to."

"Yes, I'm sure that it would," he said.

Alfred wasn't surprised to see the change. It was obvious to him that Bruce wasn't simply neglecting to shave every morning. The light stubble had grown to create a shadow on his face and around his mouth. Alfred never commented on it, but now it made sense knowing that they were planning on leaving shortly.

"I'm sorry if she woke you up."

Alfred shook his head. "Not a problem at all. If you'd like, I can feed her for you. I'm sure that you're busy."

Emily gratefully accepted and the older man sat down before Emily placed Clara in his arms and gave him the bottle to give to her.

Alfred looked down at Clara who simply stared back up at him as she drank from the bottle.

"She looks so much like Master Bruce did at this age," he said, reminiscing. "He had the same look in his eye as a baby."

Alfred took a deep breath.

"I'm going to miss watching her grow up."

Ignoring the packing and the tying up of loose ends, Emily sat down beside him, watching the silent interaction between the elderly man and her baby. It was evident that he was quite taken by Clara in the short time that she had been around.

"Whenever we get settled, wherever we end up, I'll make sure to get a message to you so you'll know that we're all right," Emily said softly, noting that Alfred simply nodded to acknowledge her words but didn't turn to her. "I'll even send you photos of Clara so it would be as though we never left."

Balancing the bottle with one hand while holding Clara with the other, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his nose.

"I'd like that very much."

The sound of the gears turning for the platform could be heard. Emily smiled apologetically and got up from the couch, leaving Alfred to spend some time feeding Clara. Emily walked out into the main area just as Bruce and Bill walked off the platform. She noticed how Bill seemed to be taking in the bunker that he had finally been invited into.

"Did everything work out?" Emily asked Bruce as they approached her.

Bruce nodded. "We managed to shut everything down in the cave and barred the lift from moving from the top of the shaft. It's done."

Emily smiled softly, hearing the finality in Bruce's words. She knew it pained him to have to go back to the cave one last time to ensure their trail would be covered.

Bruce turned to Bill.

"The good doctor here is going to be looking after Alfred for me until he's well again," Bruce said, clapping Bill on the shoulder.

"And then after that, I'm leaving the city as well."

"Where to?" Emily asked.

Bill shrugged. "Somewhere where no one would have heard of me and I can start fresh. Maybe start a clinic for the underprivileged somewhere on the west coast, or maybe even Canada."

"But until then, he's going to be staying down here," Bruce told her.

"And visit with that little princess of yours," Bill added. "Where is she?"

Emily chuckled and pointed where she had come from. "Alfred is feeding her."

Bill quickly excused himself and disappeared.

Bruce reached up and touched the ends of Emily's hair.

"You look nice with short hair," he told her, with a smirk.

Emily rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to be ready to go tomorrow?" Bruce asked, turning the conversation more serious.

"I should be," she replied. "I managed to get everything you and I would need into one backpack and items for Clara in the shoulder bag and we can carry her in the baby wrap, so we will still have our hands free."

Bruce nodded, liking the arrangement that Emily had made.

He watched as Emily avoided eye contact with him as her face began to contort. He eyes began to water and Bruce instinctively pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm fine," she told him, through her tears. "It's just a little overwhelming to not know where we're going to end up and how we're going to get there."

He put his chin on her head.

"Alfred and I moved Clara's trust fund and my bank accounts to a secure server so we'll be able to pay our way wherever we go and no one would be able to track us," he assured her. "I'm going to meet with Gordon tonight. He bought us our train tickets so as soon as we're out of the city, things should go smoother. Everything will work out."

Emily nodded her head. "I know. I hate knowing what we're leaving behind."

Bruce let out a deep sigh, knowing that she was thinking of Alfred.

"I know."

Bruce was pretty certain that he had never been in the diner before. He had certainly come to this part of the city many times as Batman but it would be the first time that he as Bruce Wayne would be there. It seemed an unlikely place for him to be so it seemed to be the perfect place to meet the Commissioner.

Bruce sat at the counter with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He glanced up at the television as a live broadcast of a hockey game played on it. A few fans in one booth would cheer or boo as the home team played. With his scruffy beard, hoodie pulled over his head and his finger-less gloves, Bruce fit right in and no one gave him a second look.

He put the mug of coffee to his lips when he noticed a presence sit down beside him and then furthermore pushed an envelope in his direction. Bruce set the mug down on top of the envelope.

"That's a pretty good game that Gotham has going on tonight," Gordon commented aloud.

Gordon gestured to the woman behind the counter that he'd like a cup of coffee as well. He soon had a mug in front of him before the woman poured the steaming liquid into his cup.

"The defence is working hard," Bruce added. "But the offence could use some work."

Gordon nodded, glancing up at the television.

"Those tickets are for one of the last trains out of the city for the day tomorrow," Gordon told him. "It leaves at 9:40."

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"How're you planning on getting to the station? It's across town."

Bruce shrugged. "We'd probably walk part of the way and maybe take the bus."

Gordon leaned it. "Let me give you a ride. With a small baby in this weather, I insist."

Bruce nodded.

"I'll pick you up a block from where I dropped her off," Gordon said, neither one needing to know who the 'her' was. Gordon wasn't about to drop any names while they were in public.

Bruce stood up and pulled out a few dollars from his pocket before putting them down on the counter and slid the envelope off the table. He shoved it into his pocket and without a word, he walked out of the diner.

Gordon picked up his steaming mug and brought it to his lips, carefully taking a sip. The waitress walked over to collect Bruce's abandoned mug and the change.

"He wasn't one for conversation now was he?" the woman commented with a grin to Gordon.

Gordon smiled. "He never has been."

Emily stood up from tying her boots and picked up the messenger bag. She pulled it over her head and got comfortable with the weight before putting the baby sling over her head and weaved her arm through it. She walked over to Bruce who held onto Clara, who was bundled up warmly for the weather outside. The baby smiled and kicked upon seeing Emily. She pulled open the sides of the fabric sling and Bruce aided in guiding Clara into it. Before long, all that could be seen was her face.

"Ready?" Bruce asked Emily.

She nodded.

He already had the backpack on his back and the hoodie on his head. Bruce walked over to Bill and handed him a computer USB drive.

"What's this?" Bill asked.

"You wanted to disappear where no one would know you," Bruce said with a smile. "This will enable you to do it so you can start fresh."

Bill looked down at the simple USB in his hand and extended his hand towards Bruce. "Thank you and take care of each other." Bill glanced at Emily as Bruce shook his hand. "She's a special woman."

"We will," Bruce assured him.

With a reluctant sigh, Bruce walked up to Alfred.

"I have to tell you sir, that your father and mother would be very proud of you," Alfred said, with slightly glistened eyes. He glanced over at Emily and Clara in the wrap. "You have a beautiful family who loves you and that's all that they would have ever wanted for you. Because of that, you are richer than you'll ever imagine."

The old man choked out a sob as he spoke. Bruce enveloped Alfred in a hug, much like the older man had done when he was a boy.

"I'm sorry for all the hell I put you through for all these years," Bruce told him, his own voice threatening him.

He heard Alfred chuckle as the man stepped back and reached for his handkerchief to wipe his eyes and nose.

"It's been an adventure," Alfred told him. "And you're about to start another one and this time, I get to be the proud father watching you from afar."

That did it.

To hear Alfred say those words to him caused Bruce's own eyes to tear up.

"Goodbye Alfred."

"Goodbye Master Bruce."

Emily walked up to the older man and carefully wrapped her arms around him, knowing that Clara was between them. He smiled, feeling the baby move. Alfred looked down at her and gently touched her cheeks.

"And you be a good girl for your Mum and Dad. Don't grow up too fast."

After a few more moments, Alfred reluctantly backed up, knowing that Gordon was most likely waiting for them. He watched as Emily and Bruce walked to the platform with their most valued possessions on them. As the platform began to raise, Alfred watched as Emily took Bruce's hand as he waved with the other until they were out of sight.

Gordon waited where he told Bruce he would be.

He looked down at the clock in his car and saw that it was already after 9pm. He looked back up in his rearview mirror and was relieved when he saw a two people walking towards him. He unlocked the car just as Bruce opened the back door allowing Emily to slide in before he opened the front passenger door and sat down beside Gordon.

"Sorry we're late," Bruce said as Gordon began to drive.

"You should still have time to catch the train," told him.

Much of the ride was done in silence. It seemed as though everyone in the car prayed that they would make it before the train left the station. Gordon attempted to catch every green light and was even on the verge of sneaking through a few red ones along the way.

When he saw the station ahead, he sighed with a smile.

"Ten minutes to spare," he said as he pulled along the curb. The station was busy with people heading out of the city for the evening.

"Thank you Commissioner, I appreciate this," Bruce said, extending his hand towards him.

"My pleasure."

Bruce slid out of the front seat and pulled his backpack back onto his back as Emily climbed out as well, with Clara wide awake in the sling. They closed the door and ensured that their hoods were on before making their way into the crowded train station.

Emily stayed close to Bruce as they walked through the station. People were sitting on benches and standing in lines that went for quite a ways. Bruce looked down at their tickets to figure out the train that they were to go on. He peered over the heads of the people and saw it.

"This way," he told Emily as he led the way through the crowd, softly excusing themselves as they cut through lines and groups of people.

Emily put a protective hand over Clara to avoid having her get roughly bumped by anyone.

They stopped in front of large LED board listing the train numbers, departure times and whether it has arrived yet. Bruce searched the board for their train and found it.

"The train hasn't arrived yet," he told her, with a smile. "We're not late."

"That's a relief," she said.

Bruce looked around at the station and nearly every seat was full. When he found an empty one, he led Emily over to it and insisted after some protesting that she should sit down. He stood beside her as she adjusted Clara, who had since fallen asleep in the sling.

"How old is your baby?" a woman seated across from Emily asked, gesturing to Clara.

"Oh, she's almost four months old," Emily replied. It was then that she noticed that the woman had three young boys sitting around her. Two were occupied with video games, while the youngest sat on her lap and appeared to be quite tired.

"My boys hated being carried around in a sling," the woman commented. "It's nice that you can have your hands free, especially once when you have more than one."

The thought of more children had never occurred to Emily. Clara was still so young and with everything that had been going on around them lately, it was the last thing on her mind.

"I'll keep that in mind if the time comes," Emily said politely.

"TRAIN 4892 HAS ARRIVED AND WILL BE BOARDING MOMENTARILY" a voice said over the loudspeaker.

"That's us," Bruce told Emily.

Emily smiled politely to the woman before standing up and she followed Bruce to the gate. Emily could feel her heart beat in her ears as they got into the line for the train and then once the line began moving. She watched in almost slow motion as each passenger handed the agent their ticket. When it was her turn, Emily passed her ticket to the man and he scanned it into the computer. He glanced down at the sleeping baby in the sling and smiled, before looking back at the screen.

"You're good," he told her.

Emily walked ahead and paused, waiting for Bruce.

She watched as he handed the agent his ticket and scanned it.

"Uh, I'm going to have to see some identification sir," the man told him.

"Excuse me?"

"Your ticket number came up as the random number within the system," the agent said pleasantly. "Please step aside."

Bruce feigned ignorance as he patted his pant and hoodie pockets and moved out of the way of the other passengers in line to get on the train. He looked past the agent and shrugged to Emily.

"I must have misplaced it somewhere in my bag," he told him.

Emily walked back, making her way through the people walking towards her.

"What's going on?" she asked when she made it to the desk.

"It's nothing ma'am," the agent told her. "Just a routine, random security check. Please board the train."

"I'm not leaving without my husband," she said, the words just falling out of her mouth as though it was almost natural and it didn't even catch her by surprise. If it surprised Bruce, he didn't make it known.

"Your husband needs to give us his identification which he seems to have misplaced," the agent said.

Bruce shrugged innocently as Emily played up her frustration. She pulled out her own identification.

"You're always misplacing things, honey," she stated as she handed the agent her own ID. The man looked down at it.

"That is all well and good, Mrs. Tucker," the agent said. "But if Mr. Tucker cannot give us some proper ID, he wont be allowed on the train."

Emily sighed.

"Please, can you not just let us go through?" Emily asked. "We're just wanting to go visit some family out west."

The agent shook his head as a female agent walked up to the desk. She glanced up at Emily and Bruce standing with the other agent and she paused.

"Hey, wait a sec," the woman started, looking from Emily to Bruce. A smile grew on her face as the wheels in her head started to turn. "I know you. You're Bruce Wayne, aren't you?"

Emily watched in fear as the woman glanced down at Clara sleeping soundly in the wrap. The media and newspapers had yet to see Clara photographed.

"Oh my god, is that your baby!?"

The woman's outburst soon trickled through the station as people whispered and shouted, 'hey, that's Bruce Wayne'.

Bruce took Emily by the arm and together they quickly made their way back through the station, pushing their way through.

"Look, it's Bruce Wayne," people would say as they passed by. Emily felt Bruce pushing her from behind as they made their way through the crowd.

"Keep going," Emily could hear him saying as she excused herself from bumping into people.

Suddenly, Bruce felt someone tap him on the shoulder. As he turned, that same person punched him in the stomach.

"Bruce!" Emily exclaimed, turning to see Bruce doubled over and gasping in shock.

"That's just a taste of what you get Batman for putting my son in jail!" the man exclaimed.

Emily put her arm around Bruce.

"I wasn't done yet," the man said as he punched Bruce in the face.

This time, he was ready for it and took the punch.

Clara had woken up and had begun screaming. Bruce put his hand to his lip, feeling the blood from his cracked lip.

"Come on Bat," the man teased. "Let's see if you're man enough to take on a guy without a mask."

"You got it all wrong," Bruce said, softly in pain. "I'm not Batman."

The man grinned.

Bruce suddenly felt a pair of arms grab him from behind and pull him backwards. As he tried to fight back, he looked at Emily as she screamed his name. The last thing he was about to do was confirm their suspicions and put Emily and Clara in danger by fighting back. Instead, he struggled as he was shoved into the wall. By this time, most of the station knew who was in the building and Bruce could hear the sirens in the distance approaching.

"How much would we get for him if we served him up to say, a crime lord?"

"Let him go!" Emily exclaimed, hitting one of the men in the back.

He turned and simply slapped her across the face.

Bruce watched and glared at the man, using every bit of restraint he had within himself to stay where he was standing against the wall.

He watched as a crowd around them had grown as people hurled insults and began to toss soda cans at him.

"Not so tough now, without all your toys now, eh?"

"Mr. Dravis!"

Alfred slowly walked out into the common area, wondering where the doctor had gone to. Alfred had dozed off shortly after Emily and Bruce had left and woke up, finding himself alone in the bunker.

He looked around and then paused when something on the television caught his eye. He quickly reached for the remote and turned up the volume.

"We're being told police are on the scene, but have yet to enter Central Station. They are setting up a perimeter as we're getting confirmation that Bruce Wayne, the man that is being accused of being Batman is inside the building. Police have been searching for him for weeks since word came that the billionaire is indeed the caped crusader. They are treating him as being armed and dangerous. Knowing that there are civilians inside, police are taking precaution."

"Good Lord," Alfred mumbled, as he slowly sat down while aerial footage of the station with police presence surrounding the building appeared on screen.

Emily looked up at the darkened skylight above them while the lights of a chopper flew overhead.

"Come on, fight back!"

One of the men taunted Bruce, walking up to him and shoved his knee into his chest, causing him to fall to his hands and knees, gasping for air.

Emily had enough. She pushed through the crowd of people and with Clara crying in the sling, she punched the man in the face.

"Get the hell away from him!" she exclaimed.

"Emily..." Bruce said, as he attempted to stand up.

She watched as the man in front of her pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at her just as the glass above them shattered into millions of pieces.

With the distraction, Bruce forced himself up to stand and grabbed Emily, pushing her to her knees and covered her and Clara with his body as shards of glass rained down from the ceiling. Neither one had an idea what was going on, or the shouting that was happening around them until Bruce raised his head.

It was a surreal moment for him; seeing Batman in the midst of fighting the men that were once standing around him, beating him and preparing to shoot Emily.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that appears to be have been Batman who just jumped through the glass dome of the Central Station!" the newscaster said excitedly, instantly catching Alfred's attention. "Josh, are you seeing this? What is happening on the ground?"

"If that is indeed Batman, this changes a lot of things. It's hard to say what is going on though, as police are starting to enter Central Station. We hope to get some clarification on the situation soon but I will have more information as this story develops."

Alfred quickly turned with the cane in hand and made his way over to Bruce's desk. He pressed some commands on his keyboard and waited as the compartment rose from the floor. He shook his head and smiled when he noticed that it was empty.