Batman grappled his way all the way back to his personal hotel penthouse. There was plenty of darkness for his cover, despite the hotel being well lit. He entered through an open sliding glass door. He was greeted by his butler Alfred holding a cup a tea.

"A busy night sir?" Alfred asked handing Batman the cup of tea.

"Thank you Alfred," Batman said as he removed his cowl while walking into the room.

"Sir a quick word of importance," Alfred interrupted.

"Not now Alfred," the unmasked Batman said as he took a seat at the table in the kitchen. He took a sip of his tea and immediately noticed the figure on his right.

"I figured it was you," Asami said with a stern tone. "Batman."

Bruce just looked in utter shock. His secret had been revealed. But how? How did Asami figure it out.

"How did you know," Bruce asked. Asami took a seat at the table across from Bruce.

"I'm more then just a pretty face Bruce," Asami declared. Bruce took a sip opt his tea. He looked over at Alfred who was standing by the doorway. Bruce debated as to what he should say or do. "I started to figure there was some correlation between Batman and yourself. I read a news story that said Batman had gone missing from Gotham for a few days now. He disappeared around the same time you showed up. You also had several bad bruise marks on your fists that were badly painted over with makeup and you made a nasty habit of disappearing at night, like when we were at dinner the other day."

Bruce could not even look at her, she had figured him out brick by brick. Asami rubbed her face in stress.

"The only piece I haven't figured out yet is motive," Asami explained. "Why do you do this? People don't go out at night performing acts of vigilantism at free will. Much less dressed as a giant bat."

Bruce looked at her in the eyes. Asami could see a few tears coming down his eyes. Asami stood up in shock.

"When I was ten," Bruce began. "My parents were murdered in front of my eyes. Since that day I trained myself to deal with criminals like the one that changed my life. But with every punch I landed and every batarang I threw, I knew I was fighting a never ending battle. Until Gotham or any city for that matter is safe from crime, my mission continues."

Asami had a strange look in her face. A look that combined both anger, regret, sadness and questionability.

"I had no idea what you had been put through," Asami said. "That still doesn't explain why you beat up my friends the one night."

"They got in my way!" Bruce snapped slamming his right fist on the table. Asami stumbled backwards from Bruce's slam on the table. Bruce quickly realized what he had done wrong. "I had no choice. I was after important information and they got in my way. I went easy on her. She nearly got the best of me."

Asami took a seat at the dented table across from Bruce.

"How long," Asami asked.

"How long what?" Bruce asked in confusion.

"How long until you have what you need?" Asami asked. "How long until you leave Republic City?"

Bruce couldn't look at Asami as he began to think about it. He figured it out and look back at her.

"I'd say at least a week," Bruce said.

"Well you better be quick about it," Asami said as she began to walk out. "Any longer and your secret is out."