"Batman wake up!" Tim exclaimed, as he shook the half unconscious Bruce.

Bruce was going in and out of consciousness, he took a nasty hit from the crane, and the oil barrels afterward didn't help.

"How do I drive this thing?!" Tim fiddled with the dials, and buttons of the bat boat.

Bruce grabbed at Tim's shoulder, and calmly said "Autopilot… Home," then passed out.

It was a rough ride with the storm outside. The waves thrashed them about. One large wave nearly flipped them over. With a flash of lightning, Tim spotted a tall cliff ahead.

"Batman! We're gonna crash!" He covered his eyes, and scrunched down into a ball.

Not feeling an impact, Tim peaked through his fingers. They were under water. He could see dim lights in the distance, their flashing only getting brighter as they grew closer. With one violent last jolt, the boat surfaced and docked. The hatch slid open immediately, and Tim hopped out. "Hello? Anyone here?" His voice echoed through the caverns. Looking round he surveyed the massive cave. There were multiple levels, each with items every boy his age would kill to see. "Hello?" He walked around the space, looking for some sign of life. In the corner of his eye he spotted a brief flash of light at to top of a stairway. Running up towards it, he found a strange narrow door. Finding no knob, he dragged his hands across the surface, pulling at a metal latch in the center. The door released, and he caught a quick glimpse of a shadowed silhouette exiting the room.

"Wait! Please!" He cried out.

The figure jumped at this, and dropped to the ground.

"Please you got to save him!" Tim pleaded, walking up to the mystery person.

"Who are you! How did you get in here?!" Marti questioned as she inched away from Tim.

"Batman saved me, he got knocked out. Needs your help, hurry!" He got out all at once.

Marti looked at this boy, and wondered if this was some sort of joke.

"Please! Hurry!" Tim persisted, as he took her by the hand, and helped her up.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Over here," he said leading her to the open grandfather clock door.

They quickly raced down the steps. Marti's bare feet felt like needles were pricking them with every step on the cold stone ground.

"Over here, he's here."

She was barely paying attention to him, and was being blindly lead down the pathway like a ragdoll. She was awestruck and confused by the sights before her.

"Here, here… Help me lift him." Tim ordered.

She stood still for a moment. She had seen Batman in the news before. Most were fleeting images, but here he was right in front of her.

"Come on!" Tim urged, as he jumped into the craft, and tried to get a purchase on a arm.

She scrunched up the ruffled sleeves of her nightgown, and reached over the driver seat.

"Okay, on three. One… Two… Three!"

Together they lifted as hard as they could. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable extraction for an injured man, but they did manage to get him to flat ground of the landing. They both fell to the ground around him, exhausted from their feat.

Looking down at her gown, she noticed a large blood stain, and followed it to its source, Batman's side. "He's bleeding!"

"I think there's a medkit in the boat." Tim jumped back into the craft, and began rummaging through the various compartments.

Marti carefully examined the impact on Batman's side. Ripping at her gown, she wadded up the fabric, and placed it over the wound. Batman's body quaked at this, but he didn't rouse. Looking to his face she began to notice something very familiar about him. Unconsciously, with her free hand, she carefully peeled off his cowl. She let out a hollow shriek, and instantly jumped back, still holding her hand on his side.

"What?! What is-" Tim began, but stopped short when he spotted the unmasked Batman. Stepping over to the driver's seat, he leaned over the edge. "So that is the man under the mask."

"He's my father." She said in a low voice. She was still in shock, and not even paying attention to the boy.

"Mistress?!" Called out Alfred some distance behind them.

Marti did not move. She could feel warm blood soaking through the compress, between her fingers.

"Mistress, what on earth? Oh dear…" Alfred stood over her, taking in the scene.

Marti looked up at him confused, with tears beginning to stream down the sides of her face.

Alfred winced at this, he figured it was only a matter of time before she would have found out. But this was by far the worst way for it to happen.

Collecting himself, Alfred reached down, and took Bruce's pulse. "His heart is stable, what exactly happened?"

"It was Two-face! He swung a crane hook at him and-."

"Who are you?!" Alfred questioned, flustered from not realizing another person was there.

"He saved me from Two-Face. Then he got knocked out, and I helped him into the boat… Oh.. My name is Tim."

Alfred shook his head at this. "Yes, well. You two… Help me take him to the table over there." He needed to see to Bruce's injuries before he could even think about how to manage this situation.

Marti sat in the fetal position on the ground, in front of the main computer. She rocked back and forth, watching Alfred patch up her father's wound. So far it had been an hour, and he still had not woken up. Tim was seated in the main computer chair, tracing his finger over the many buttons on the arms.

Alfred looked over to Marti, and saw her worried expression. "Don't worry my dear, I have seen him in far worse shape."

This didn't make her feel better. Thinking about it more made her realize that his distance with her was maybe because of pain.

A low grumble came from Bruce, as he came to.

"Sir, how do you feel?"

"Alfred?"

"Yes Sir?"

"I thought you were not supposed to be home till tomorrow?"

"I caught an early flight Sir."

Bruce tried to pull himself up, but quickly became aware of his injury. With the flash of pain around his side, and to his spine, he remembered what had happened. "The boy!"

"Yes, yes… He is here." Alfred pointed over to Tim sitting in the chair, whom had quickly sat on his hands to keep from fidgeting with the buttons. "But, he didn't find me first sir, it was-." Alfred couldn't bring himself to say it. He could tell Bruce saw her.

"Marti," Bruce said before thinking. "You-."

Marti got up, and walked over to him. The blood on her hand was dry now, and crinkled off as she reached for him. "I thought I lost you." She said as she hugged him.

Bruce gritted his teeth a little from the pressure on his wound, but didn't push her away.

Releasing him, she looked up into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I know where I've seen you before. You're Martha Wayne, and he must be-."

"Why was Two-face after you?" Bruce changed the subject.

"Probably because of my dad. He used to work for him."

"Where is he now?"

"Don't know. He left me this." Tim said handing Bruce the note.

Bruce read over the letter, but put a lot of attention to the imprint of a key at the bottom of the page. Instantly recognizing the key as an airport locker key, he stood up, and went over to his car.

"Where are you going?" Marti called out, as she followed him.

"The key was for an airport locker key. Two-face is probably there already."

"But you are injured!"

Bruce stood next to his car as the top slid open, nodding his head he looked over to Alfred.

"I'm afraid it will take more than a small injury to stop him my dear." Alfred said, taking her by the shoulders.

The loud engine rumbled, and the car peeled out as it darted down the narrow passage out.

Looking at the state of the three of them, Tim still damp, Marti torn and bloodstained nightgown, and himself with a few new stains on his sleeves. He clapped his hands together. "Let's head up and get cleaned up. It's been a long night, and I'm sure you are hungry."