A/N: With all the attention on Prey, I don't want you guys to think I'm abandoning this. LOL!

This will be set about a month after, well, the fire rose, on Harvey Dent Day 2015.

You guys will finally get to see how Bruce and Liv's relationship has progressed since the day of Penguin's conviction in TDK. Also, the first glimpse of Selina Kyle, and just to make your imaginations work I have something very interesting planned for her

Disclaimer: If I owned either SVU would be like Prey and the Dark Knight Trilogy would be like this trilogy.

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Chapter 2: A Dishonest Peace

The grounds of Wayne Manor were packed with the assorted glitterati for the Seventh Annual Harvey Dent Day celebration, this year catered by Wayne Enterprises. In residence were politicians, city officials, two Cabinet Secretaries for the current first-term President, and the who's who of Gotham's high class, here to mingle and schmooze with others of their standing.

"Without further ado," said former Special Prosecutor and member of the Wayne Enterprises Board of Directors Casey Novak said on the stage. "May I present to you the Mayor of Gotham Matthew Garcia."

Sporting his famous smile, the Mayor of America's largest city strode onto the stage, fresh off his 2013 victory to a third four year term in office. "Thank you Casey. Distinguished guests, Harvey Dent Day might not be our oldest public holiday, but it is one of our most important. His uncompromising stand against organized crime inspired us all to action…"

Sitting to the mayor's right, off the stage, Police Commissioner Elliot Stabler rolled his eyes in disgust. Back when Dent was front and center fighting the mob, Mayor Garcia was busy distancing himself from Dent to prevent potential fallout, and then upon his death shamelessly lobbying congress for the new crime bill that effectively gave him a lifetime term of office. 'You did something far worse,' his brain told him. Sighing, Elliot patted the speech in his jacket pocket, which contained the truth about that day eight years ago. In the seat next to him, dressed in his police issue uniform, his son Dickie patted his father on the back to reassure him. Elliot turned his head and gave his son a thankful smile.

"…And the Dent Act resulted in a Gotham that was safer than it was at the time of his death. There are those on the more liberal side of the aisle that want to repeal the Dent Act, but to them I say, not on my watch." He grinned cheekily while the crowd applauded. "I'd like to thank the members of the Wayne foundation, and Mr. Wayne himself who couldn't be here tonight…"

"Does Wayne ever come to these things?" asked Congressman Alex Munoz, one of the sponsors of the Harvey Dent Act.

"Nope," replied Deputy Police Commissioner Ed Tucker. "Not in years. The man's a hermit." Hearing the conversation, Elliot looked up to the top floor of the mansion and saw a small blackened figure gazing from the balcony. What the hell was Bruce doing up there? The guy he'd got to know over the past six years rarely left the mansion, and the times he did leave Liv had to drag him out. She kept saying it was fine but it confused him to no end.

"…People who would put their faith in a pair of brutal thugs, thugs in masks and capes. Thugs who showed their true colors by betraying the trust of this great man and murdering him in cold blood…"

Elliot wanted to vomit from shame and guilt. There wasn't a day where it didn't eat him alive, assault his conscience. He was sure it was why Kathy left him four years ago, even though the only ones who knew were himself, Kathy, his kids (Kathleen had told Maureen the next day), and Batman and Batgirl whoever they were. Looking back at the balcony, he saw the figure that was likely Bruce Wayne gaze down on the proceedings, probably ashamed of what Elliot did too. Of everyone in the family, the only one who had taken his side was Dickie, the others all too ashamed. 'Hell, I can't blame them.'

"Hey sweet cheeks," said Congressman Munoz to a pretty maid with dark hair and a slender frame. "Don't skimp on the chow."

"Sure boss," said the woman, averting her eyes while the congressman admired her tight hindquarters.

"…Let me introduce someone who personally witnessed Harvey Dent's last moments and who can tell you all there needs to be known about the Dent Act; my friend Commissioner Elliot Stabler!"

"Go on dad," said Dickie, nudging his father. "Break a leg." Elliot wondered where the time had gone since he was just a little boy and not the strapping young policeman he was now. 'Down the toilet as did your integrity,' he answered himself. Well, he was going to fix it all today.

"Good Evening all," he said into the microphone. "Tonight, I have a speech that will tell you the truth about Harvey Dent." Before he could go on, he discovered his voice had left him. His mind started racing, thinking about all the good that had been done because of their lie, his lie. The city was safe, Penguin was in Florence Supermax, and corruption was almost nonexistent. A series of voices in his head, one Olivia's, one his son's, and surprisingly one Harvey's were telling him not to do this. Sighing, he put the speech back into his pocket, convinced the real Harvey Dent (not the demented shell the Joker created) would have wanted this. "But maybe the time isn't right. Perhaps now, all you need to know now is that Penguin is in Florence ADX prison right now, and 2,500 members of his criminal empire are in Blackgate prison as a direct result of the Dent Act. These men are the cog in the organized crime machine that Penguin used to terrorize the city. If one can take one thing away about the death of Harvey Dent, it is that it hasn't been for nothing. Thank you." He stepped off the stage to the applause of the guests.

Sitting down, emotionally drained, Dickie patted him on the back, helping his dad through this like his dad helped him when Harvey Dent nearly killed him.

Above on the balcony of Wayne Manor, the lone figure retreated inside, having seen enough of the proceeding.

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The maid entered the kitchen with an empty tray of food. Setting it down, she overheard a conversation between two of the other maids."

"So why do we never see the guy who lives in this house?"

"Didn't you hear? Everyone says he's disfigured. It's so bad that he's locked himself up like the Phantom of the Opera…"

"Excuse me?" said Alfred, his English accent filled with command. "Why have I seen some of you use the main stairwell?" This may have been the twenty-first century but Alfred wasn't one to forget old school manners and etiquette. "You all know your jobs so get to it. Chop, chop." As the maid moved to leave, Alfred stopped her. "Who are you? I didn't remember hiring you."

"The other maid got sick, and the caterer sent me as a replacement," she said demurely.

"Fine then." He handed her a tray of two covered plates. "Take this upstairs to the East Wing parlor and leave it on the table. Unlock the door, leave the tray, and exit do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal sir," she replied.

"Good." Turning, the butler went off to see to his other business.

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"Tucker, are the second quarter felony reports in?"

Looking up from his drink, Ed Tucker answered his boss. "Yeah, they look good. Yet another drop in violent felonies though white collar crime increased by two percent. You want to tell the mayor."

Chuckling, Elliot slapped Tucker on the back. "Schmoozing with the Mayor is your department Ed. Anyways, there's still a lot of work to do; keep the political flank steady for me."

"Will do," replied Tucker as Elliot walked away.

Congressman Munoz shook his head in disbelief. "Can you believe that guy? Look at the crime stats; Gotham has the lowest crime rate of any city over 500,000 people in the entire nation."

"Elliot goes by his gut, always has. It's what makes him a good cop, and he never gives up until he's satisfied, no matter what the numbers."

"His wife probably isn't too thrilled about it."

"Nope; Kathy packed her bags and took their youngest son to her parent's home in Long Island. Damn shame too, cause he loves that boy."

Munoz laughed. "Well, you can tell Stabler that he'll get to have more time for family soon. Mayor's dumping him in the spring."

"The spring?" asked Tucker, who may have coveted Elliot's job but never wished his boss any harm. "But he's a war hero."

"A war hero, exactly, but it's peacetime Ed. When the fight is over nobody wants drastic action, they want someone to run things on the cheap and keep reminding them how good things are going. Keep that in mind Ed," remarked Munoz to Tucker, heading off to talk to some pretty girls.

Closer to the periphery of the party, Elliot ran back into his son. "Well, that about wraps up our involvement at this shindig. Let's get back to One PP."

"Come on dad," said the younger Stabler, his grin almost exactly like his dad's. "Live a little for once. Crime is at a hundred-year low, go mingle and meet some ladies. It's been four years since you and mom split. She's moved on so you should too."

"Thanks son, but one who desired peace must prepare for war. You cannot lose vigilance at any time." Sighing, he dropped his head into his hands, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look Dickie, I'm sorry about wimping out on stage…" He was cut off by a hand on his shoulder.

"It's ok pop. Whatever my personal feelings from that night eight years ago are, I trust you to make the right decision." Nodding slightly, Elliot gave his son a warm hug, thankful to God that his eldest children were all growing up to be hardworking men and women.

"How sweet," came a voice from behind them. When both Stablers looked up, the figure chuckled. "Am I interrupting a father/son bonding moment?"

Both Stabler men grinned, a freaky sight. Dickie strode forward and hugged the woman. "Hey Aunt Liv."

"Hey there Dickie. My my," Olivia said, drawing back. "Is it just me or do all the Stabler men look good in Police Blue?"

"We do don't we?" said Elliot with a smirk, earning a snort from Olivia. "Great for you to stop by Chief of Detectives," he said to his best friend. "On the other note, you look good in uniform too."

"Thanks El," replied Olivia, happy as could be. After Penguin's conviction basically ended organized crime in Gotham, she had accepted the administrative position to spend more time with her man, leaving MCU in the capable hands of Lt. Jim Gordon. Though she missed field work, Olivia never regretted her decision.

"So, how's Bruce doing?" asked Elliot, both worried for the enigmatic man and for his best friend.

"Yeah, how is your hermit billionaire of a husband?" added Dickie with a grin, earning a slap in the head from Elliot. "Hey."

"Watch it boy," said Elliot, mouthing sorry to Olivia who laughed. Say what you want about Elliot Stabler, but when you asked him to keep a secret he was worse than the KGB. Six years before on the best day of her life, she and Bruce had gotten married in Wayne Manor, the only guests being Alfred (who walked her down the aisle), Lucius Fox (the best man), Elliot, Kathy, the Stabler kids, Casey Novak (the maid of honor), and Father Michael (a close friend of the Wayne Family). It was magical, but completely in secret. While those who didn't know about Batman and Batgirl thought it was about protecting both Olivia's career and the Wayne Family from a revenge attack by Penguin, in reality it was much more complicated than that. Based on the Joker's apparent knowledge of Olivia's identity, both her and Bruce decided it was best to erect a public wall of separation to keep the other safe. While it sucked not to head out publically, the six year marriage was not in danger of losing its spark.

"Hello? Earth to Liv."

Olivia snapped out of her daze. "Huh?"

"You were daydreaming," replied Dickie with a smirk, Elliot doing so also. "Whatever it was, it must have been good for you to smile like that."

"It was now that you ask. Regarding your question, he's doing as fine as you'd expect. The entire project failure really hit him hard though."

"Yeah that was bad," said Elliot. "Anyways, tell him that we're still rooting for him."

"Will do." Olivia smiled at them and headed inside the Manor.

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"I'm sorry Miss Novak, but Mr. Wayne isn't accepting guests at this time," said Alfred formally, despite the woman being one of the few intimates that the couple had. "If you would like you could give me a message I could give to him."

"That's alright Alfred, I can come back another time," replied the redhead, giving the butler a small smile.

"I don't know why you bother Casey," said Bart Ganzel, another member of the Wayne Enterprises Board. "Everybody knows Wayne is probably stalking the upstairs with ten inch nails and peeing into mason jars." The pudgy, balding man leaned on the banister sipping his scotch.

"And your point is Bart?" asked Casey.

"My point Case is that I have no idea how you can still trust someone who flushed away your investment on a save the world," he pronounced the last words with cheerful scorn, "Energy project that went absolutely nowhere after he put the kibosh on it. I could get you back the original investment and more."

Not knowing where to begin with that, Casey gave him a disdainful smile. "Well Bart, I must say that while your offer is tempting, I see more value in losing money on a save the world project than on making myself more money than I know what to do with. I, unlike yourself, am not solely interested in money and the power you think it buys. Tell Mr. Wayne I said hello." With that, she left.

Ganzel was left alone with Alfred with a befuddled look on his face. "Can you believe her?" he asked the butler.

"Yes sir, I can," he replied professionally as he left to tend to the guests.

Walking up the main staircase of the mansion she had grown up in and now shared with her husband, Olivia stepped onto the second floor only to run into someone she hadn't seen in eleven years nor wanted to see ever again. "Why hello Olivia," he said with a smug grin.

"Cassidy," she replied evenly, trying not to puke. While older and more weathered but less rumpled than before, the asshole's personality obviously hadn't changed a bit since he left the force after the Narrows Riots. "What are you doing here? As I seem to recall you left the GPD."

"Yep. Now I'm a Vice President in Ganzel industries. Got myself three BMWs now." He flashed his white teeth, making her want to barf. "If you're still interested in having a good time, here's my business card."

She swatted it away; even though he didn't know she was a married woman, he still should've known that she'd rather die by decapitation that go out with him. "Screw you Cassidy."

"Bri!" called the squat billionaire, donning his blazer over his outlandish pink dress shirt. "Stop monkeying around with that girl and get your verkakte ass over here. We're heading out." Giving her one last smile, he followed his boss. She shook her head. 'Leave it to him to work for that pig.' Bart Ganzel was a legitimate businessman who had started out running a call girl service that let him branch out. Back when she was in SVU, Ganzel was most famous for providing a sleazy alternative to Delia Wilson-Maroni of the Gang of Seven. He was probably still as sleazy as it came, and Cassidy fit right in.

She felt a shiver go through her body, as it always did when dealing with that tool. Striding up the stairs to the East Wing, she hoped to immediately slip into the shower and wash off all the grime that being in the same room as Cassidy left her with.

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Unlocking the door to the East Wing parlor, the maid brought the tray inside, wondering what the master would want with two plates of food. She did a slight double-take at the completely unadorned parlor, no pictures or furniture besides a large dining table in the center of the floor. Setting the tray down, the maid decided to do some exploring.

Entering the adjoining living room, she spotted a cabinet with a series of framed photos on top. There was a singed portrait of a couple that looked to be from the eighties, a posed photo of a pretty blonde woman with glasses, one of a group of three kids playing around a yard, one of a man and a woman who she recognized as Bruce Wayne and Chief of Detectives Olivia Benson skiing in the Colorado Rockies, and one of a wedding. In the wedding, the groom was Wayne while the bride was a radiant Benson. 'Hmm, it seems our esteemed Chief of Detectives is permanently taken.' Why this was a secret she didn't know, although her boss probably did. Looking to the side of the photo was clearly Elliot Stabler, the commissioner; for a cop closer to fifty than forty, she had to admit he was handsome.

Turning around, she spotted exactly what she was looking for.

In the parlor, even with his cane Bruce Wayne moved silently to the table, the skill honed after years of practice and not remotely lost. Hearing the commotion in his living room, he slowly ambled toward the noise.

Walking toward the archery target, the maid marveled at the near perfect aim when the whoosh of a new arrow shot past her. "OHHH! God, I'm sorry," she stammered, seeing the master of the house setting a large reflex bow down. "I'm so sorry Mr. Wayne. It is Mr. Wayne right?" she said, putting on a convincing pout.

Dropping the bow on the table, Bruce hobbled toward the maid while leaning on his cane. The sideburns of the forty year old were greying, his shaven face exposing a few deep stress lines. Clad in a bathrobe, it looked as if he were a broken man who still forced himself to take care of his appearance. 'Probably for his wife the Chief,' the maid thought.

She kept her head down, looking submissive. "I'm so sorry about this Mr. Wayne. You don't have any facial scars, or mason jars filled with urine, or…"

"Is that what they say about me?" asked Bruce.

"It's just… no one ever sees you. I didn't even know you were married." She didn't much care, but that was what a scared servant would babble wasn't it.

"That's a beautiful neckless you have on. It reminds me of one that once belonged to my mother and now belongs to my wife." The maid's expression didn't change, but he noticed her eyes darken. "But how could that be, because it's in the safe," he continued, his gaze drifting to the cabinet to his right. He tapped the door with his cane, causing it to open. "The safe," he edged the blast-proof door open with his cane easily, "Which the manufacturer assured me was uncrackable." He looked at her with a bemused expression.

At that moment, knowing she was caught, the not-maid's expression went from one of submission to detached amusement. "Oops," she shrugged, a smirk on her face. "Nobody told me it was uncrackable."

"I'm afraid I can't let you take those."

She smiled at him deviously. "Look," she told him as she strode forward. "You wouldn't beat up a woman just as I wouldn't beat up a cripple." With one sweep of her heeled leg, she kicked the cane from under his hand, causing Bruce to topple to the floor with a grunt. "But sometimes exceptions have to be made." Chuckling at the irony of the situation, the not-maid walked to the open window and stepped onto the windowsill.

"Don't move," she heard, hearing the click of a safety being turned off. Swiveling her body to face the room, she spotted a long-haired brunette in full police uniform with her gun drawn at her.

"Ah, so this is the famous Mrs. Wayne, or should I say Chief Benson?" This was just too much fun.

"Get down on your knees and put your hands on top of your head," said Olivia evenly.

"What's the matter Wayne?" taunted the not-maid in a patronizing tone. "Was the price of round the clock police protection getting too expensive that you had to get it on the cheap by marrying it?"

"Believe me," replied Bruce, "If I wanted cheap protection marriage is the worst option."

"I said get on your knees!"

"Every other time I heard that it was from a man about to get his ass handed to them, but I know you won't shoot me."

"Want to bet?"

"I like my odds. Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Wayne." Showing amazing agility, the not-maid did a backflip out of the window.

Knowing she was right (it would have been embarrassing to out themselves to the entire city at this point), Olivia placed her gun and badge on the cabinet before turning to the still toppled Bruce. "Worst option huh?"

"Come on Liv, I just got taken down by a master thief."

She laughed, for her husband was so adorable when he was pleading. Leaning down, she kissed him on the lips, moaning as he deepened it. "You are forgiven as always. The only person who gets to beat you up is me."

He grinned. "Still think you can take me on?"

"Always. Now what was that about?"

"That maid who wasn't a maid stole my mother's diamond neckless."

"That bitch! Those were my favorite. You know we have to call the police."

"Well, I know this gorgeous one that is perfect for the job."

Olivia smirked. "You do huh?" she asked him while heaving him up. "Well give her a call while I take a shower." He stood there unsure of how to proceed when she stuck her head back into the room. "Unless you want to join me?" she said seductively. He could never say no to his wife.

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Landing on the ground without so much as a scratch, the not-maid proceeded toward the driveway, stripping off her frills, smock, and cap into the bushes. Once she reached the first limo, she was clad in a low cut black dress which combined with the diamonds made her out to be a stunning young woman.

She stepped into the limo, smiling when she saw it was Congressman Munoz. "Can a girl get a ride?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.

The congressman smiled. "You read my mind."

She gave him a seductive smile. 'God these guys are so easy.'

A/N: And there we have chapter two. How many of you guessed at the status of our heroes' relationship?

You don't think I could get rid of Cassidy now could you. There still are so many people who haven't kicked his ass yet! It would be a shame to deny them that pleasure.

I had fun writing Selina, and there will be an interesting plot twist involving her.

Next up, we'll get to meet two new police officers that we all know and love, plus a more in depth look at Bruce and Olivia's marriage.