Yeah, I know. Long time without another chapter. Stuff got crazy with my school and I was left uninspired for a while a far as the next chapter goes. Hopefully this chapter comes out good since I'm writing it to keep the story moving and to keep this story from going completely dead. Like I said before, the story will be finished, but it may take some time to get there with my personal life clashing with any writing time I may have.

Anyways, enjoy the story!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Batman characters or any other characters from DC Comics. I only own my original characters and ideas. All rights go to their respective owners.

Amber awoke with a start, not recognizing where she was or how she got there. The last thing she remembered was... Damn that Crane. He drugged her and she was now left with the searing migraine that was making her wish she was unconscious again in waves. With a groan she fell back onto the cushy pillow and tried her best to fall back asleep, not even caring where she was.

Silently, the door to the room opened and in walked an older gentleman wearing a black butler's suit. He had kind brown eyes with a balding head and a thin mustache. He was carrying a tray that had some toast, eggs, and orange juice on it. He set the try down on a nearby table and went to open the curtains slightly to let in a little light to the room.

Amber groaned.

"Don't be like that, Miss Connery," he chuckled. Amber's eyes opened in shock as she recognized the voice.

"Alfred!" She exclaimed weakly. "I haven't seen you in ages."

"Yes, it has been quite some time since you and your mother were last here. You were how old again?" Alfred chuckled as he set the tray on the bed before her.

"I was 13 the last I saw you." Amber remembered. "That was the last time I came over before Bruce went away to that boarding school."

"Yes," Alfred replied. "My, how time flies." Amber began to cut up her eggs. "I hope you don't mind but I felt that with the way you came here last night you might want something easy on the stomach when you woke up."

"It's great, Alfred," Amber said between bites. "But I have a bit of a mirgraine, do you have something I can take for it?"

"Yes, I do believe we have some Ibuprofen here," he said, smiling as if there was a secret joke to that. Amber ignored it and continued eating while Alfred left to retrieve the medicine.

'So I'm at Bruce's place,' she thought. 'How'd I get here, though? I'm pretty sure he didn't know where I was and Harley didn't... HARLEY!' Amber gasped as she remembered that she never saw her cousin before the freak, Crane, drugged her. Was she okay? Did Crane get to her ? Is she out worried sick about where Amber disappeared to?

"Harley's fine," a voice came from the door. Amber looked up and saw Bruce standing in the door. He smiled at her and made his way into the room. "Sorry, but Alfred told me you were up so I wanted to come in and see how you were doing. As for Harley, I gave her a call letting her know what happened when the police dropped you off here. She was freaked out a bit at first but was comfortable with leaving you to an old friend."

"How'd I get here?" Amber inquired. "I didn't really tell anyone where I was with Crane so how did anyone find me?"

"Who'd you think," Bruce questioned with a small smirk.

"Batman?"

"Apparently Dr. Crane is going down the super villain route. You were lucky that the Batman was there investigating him when I tried to make you his next victim. He handed you over to the police who brought you here." Bruce explained.

"So it was him who rescued me. Funny," Amber took a moment to think, "I remember seeing him somehow, but, it didn't feel real."

"How so?"

"Well," Amber paused again. "It was like a dream, where you feel like you but you know it's not the real you. It was like I was seeing him through someone else."

Bruce physically tensed at what she was saying, remembering the strange way she was acting when he rescued her. He thought a moment before continuing on.

"You don't remember anything else? Like who the person was you were seeing things through."

"It could've been... no, that stopped a long time ago." Amber muttered.

"What?"

"It's nothing. Just a little medical condition I had in middle school. It went away before high school so I haven't bothered to think about it since." Amber shrugged.

"Amber," Bruce said gently. "The police asked me to see if you remembered anything, something like this could be important."

"How, it's something that's old news and I don't think it has anything to do with what happened last night."

"Please," Bruce coaxed.

"Fine," Amber sighed. "Mr. Persistent." She sighed and stayed quiet a moment before speaking. "When I was in middle school I was diagnosed with split personality disorder. I would become someone else entirely at random times."

Bruce took a moment to process this. "I never knew you had that."

"Was pretty good at keeping it covered up, huh?" Amber smiled. "Mom didn't want anyone to think of me as some weird kid so she had me keep quiet about it. Neither of us liked the person I would become."

"Who would you become?"

"I don't remember much when it happens, but I know that my mother always seemed scared by the time I came around. Harley knows a bit more about what would happen since she was there the first time I... switched." Amber explained thoughtfully. "But like I said, my mom took me to a few doctors and finally they were able to make me 'normal' again by the time freshman year rolled around. Haven't had a problem since."

Bruce stared at her as she continued eating, mulling over the new information he got. It made how she was acting last night make more sense, but it concerned him how she had a spark of danger in her eyes when she had looked at him. Whoever it was that she became, they weren't good.

After a few minutes of silence, Alfred returned to the room with a glass of water and two pills in his hands. He handed them to Amber who took them gratefully and sighed in relief as she felt the Ibuprofen take effect.

"Now you get some rest, Miss Connelly," Alfred said as he took the empty glass from her. "I'll take you home after you wake up. Come, Master Bruce, let's leave her to rest."

Bruce followed Alfred out of Amber's room and closed the door behind him.

"Something troubling you, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, but I'm hoping that I'm worried over nothing." Brice replied.

I know, short chapter, but hopefully the next chapter will be longer. There will be a bit of a time skip in the next chapter so just letting you know. Will do my best to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. Promise. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to review and I'll see you all in the next chapter!