Disclaimer: Still don't own the Dark Knight trilogy. Just my OC.

A/n: Thank ya'll! Hope you like! Enjoy!

Chapter 2.

By the time I got home, the last bit of rain had fallen, making my hair all wet, just in time for a good hot shower. I was exhausted. My feet hurt. My back ached. I was worried that at one point I would have to see a doctor or a chiropractor and that meant more money I didn't have because it was spent on a pile of bills piling up high on my kitchen counter in my tiny apartment down in the Narrows.

It's what happens when your just born unlucky. Of course you try to make due with what you have, right? At least that's what my foster parents always used to say. Exhaustion had completely taken over me as I trudged into the apartment and tossed my keys onto the small table by the door with a tiny little dish that had some change in it. I ran my hand over my tired face and just looked at my somewhat clean apartment. Small, but cozy. I owned a small TV from my last roommate who finally got married, and left to go be with her man, and it sat on my kitchen counter. Must be nice. Honestly I wish I didn't have a bitter outlook on life, I really did, but living here really mad it difficult. Having no one to rely on but yourself, made it difficult. I really wanted to cry, but nothing came out. I was told that big girls didn't cry. I looked over at the small table beside my couch and walked over to just plop down on the cushion and let myself sink into it. I took the picture of my parents and looked at it, running a finger along my dad's face of whom I could barely remember. I didn't know much about them. I didn't care to. They left me in this hellhole with nothing. But whatever. I couldn't do anything about that instead of trying to make something of myself. That's what my last foster parents said. Make something of myself. Make a difference in this world. This city needed good people like me. I guess I was a good person. I kept my nose clean. I didn't try to make a fuss about anything. I just kept quiet. I was a little scared to do anything. Half the city was owned by the mob.

I had looked into Wayne Enterprises though during my education. I was intrigued when I learned about Thomas Wayne and his economics, and how he'd built his company from the ground up. I was always interested in how guys like him became rich. He inspired a lot of people, including me. It was sad what they did to him and his wife, leaving poor little Bruce Wayne all by his lonesome. I'd wished that I'd known him, but he probably wouldn't bat an eye at me. I wasn't the prettiest gal out there and my glasses made me all the more alluring.

However, it's been strange. Bruce has disappeared. No one has seen him for a long time. Cops looked all over Gotham for him, but not a trace was left, and then suddenly he was just declared dead. Everyone knew it. Most made up stories and rumors to what happened to him. I wasn't sure myself, but part of me wondered if it were true.

Part of me wondered a lot of things.

Part of me wondered if I should have really gone after my artistic dreams and become an actress like my foster family had encouraged me to do, but well, that was another story. Like I said, I may be somewhat pretty, as my foster mother had said before she passed, but don't all mothers tell lies to their daughters and say they're pretty?

Ah well. At least I had other interests, and thinking about reality and what was sustainable had been more on my mind as of late. I started caring about businesses and the city's economics as well as education. It was going to be difficult for one man to try and save the city, let alone the world, especially for what its done to his family. I suppose I'd want to disappear too.

Suddenly, my phone started buzzing. I drew in a deep breath, and placed my photo against the surface of the small table beside the couch, and took out my cell. I narrowed my eyes at the caller i.d. on my old nokia.

"Hello?" I asked, trying hard not to sound really tired.

"Is this Miss Blake?"

"Yes, this is she," I sat forward.

"Great! This is Jessica from Wayne Enterprises. Earle would like to conduct an interview with you. Are you available tomorrow at 8AM?"

I blinked, and swallowed hard. "Uh, um, I mean, yes, of course. 8AM sounds great," I said, trying to hide my nerves and excitement from bubbling up and poking out of the darkness within me.

"Great! We'll see you then! Good luck!"

I smiled at her and hung up. On the inside I was totally freaking out, my nerves were definitely rising again, but I was also excited. I did it. After contacting the college to try and get some help with my resume and my cover letter I finally did it.

I scored an interview. Now, I just had to get passed the interview and make them like me enough to be an assistant.

I had to start somewhere, and that was a good start. I inhaled sharply and counted to ten then exhaled, trying to count away my prickly nerves, but I couldn't help it. I let out a little squeal of happiness, and ran inside my bathroom to shower, and get a good night's rest for tomorrow's interview.