We spent the rest of the day going to other museums. I dragged Bruce to the world history museum, the modern art museum, and the science museum. He in turn took me to lunch and to dinner. Word had gotten out that Bruce Wayne was moving about town with a mystery woman, and soon we were being snapped at by paparazzi. We tried our best to ignore them, but it was a bit hard. I made it a point to keep a full human's space between us, in the effort to keep romantic rumors at bay. I held bags from the gift shops from the museums we had visited. I had prints of famous art work, miniature statues, books filled with art. We finally decided to call it a day and head home after dessert and we took the public transport train back to where he left his car.

"I remember when these were first installed," I said, taking a seat and setting the bags in the one next to me, forcing Bruce to sit across from me, "Though… they had less graffiti then."

Bruce chuckled, "Yeah, that's what time will do."

We rode in silence until we reached out stop. Getting out, we waited on the curb side for the valet to retrieve the car. I shivered in the night breeze and Bruce put his arm around me. I looked around to make sure no one was snapping pictures, and relaxed a bit. Once the car was pulled around, I let Bruce open the door and I got in. He turned the heat up in the car, and he drove through the streets heading back to Wayne Manor.

"Today was fun," I said, "Thank you."

"It was all your idea," Bruce said, "I'm glad I had a free day."

I laughed, "I'm sure you could have gotten around that."

He smiled, "I'm sure I could have."

We made it back to the manor. My mother was still out with the Jones's, and probably will be until well past midnight. Bruce walked me upstairs to my room and we stopped at my door. I leaned against the door frame and smiled, "My, isn't this suddenly cliché."

Bruce gave a small laugh, "Yes, I do believe it is."

I looked into his eyes and sighed, "Goodnight, Bruce." I placed my hand on his shoulder, and turned into my room.

Stopping my door with his hand, Bruce leaned in and asked, "Do you want to… do it again tomorrow?"

I smiled, "Maybe." Closing my door, I waited a moment to make sure Bruce wasn't still hanging around outside, then I locked it. Setting my bag on the vanity, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the business card I picked up at the front desk of the art museum. It was a simple white card with the name Doctor Jonathan Crane on it. Below the name read Psychologist/Psychopharmacologist at Arkham Asylum. I frowned, having never heard of a psychopharma-what-cha-ma-call-it. On the very bottom was an email address and a phone number with a line extension. Flipping the card over, I smiled as I found a message scrawled on the back: Sorry we got cut off. It was followed by a different phone number and a second message to call any time. Smiling, I pulled out my cellphone and dialed the number. Pressing send, I grabbed a hoodie from my wardrobe and stepped outside onto the terrace. The phone rang for a moment, and I almost thought I was calling too late, but then it was picked up.

"Jonathan Crane."

"Hi," I said. Panicking, I failed to say anything else.

"Hi. Who am I speaking to?"

I smiled to myself, embarrassed, and said, "Um… my name is Bethany, we met at the art museum."

"Ah, yes, Miss Elwood I'm glad you called."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I was worried your friend would have spurned you away from calling."

"He tried." I sat down on one of the plush chairs, "He said some… alarming things about you."

"Alarming? How?"

"He accused you of keeping thugs off of the street by having them declared insane."

There was silence on the other end for a moment, then he said, "That used to be true."

"But?"

"But…. I'm trying not to be that man anymore."

I gave a shocked look and nodded, "Wow… how noble of you."

"I'm most certainly trying."

"Did you get caught?"

"Something like that."

We were both silent for a moment, then I asked, "Did you enjoy the rest of the exhibit?"

"Admittedly, I left soon after you were pulled away."

"I hope Bruce didn't chase you away."

"No," Jonathan gave a chuckle, "No, rest assured, I need more than Bruce Wayne saying some intimidating things to scare me."

I gave a small smile, "I'm glad to hear that."

Again, silence fell between us. After a moment, he said, "Tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"What are you doing in England?"

"I work for a private art collector."

"How did you get that job?"

"I graduated with a Masters in Fine Art. I was going to go for a PhD, but I got a job offer to live in a British manor and buy art for an absurdly wealthy man who would pay for all of my travel expenses. I couldn't refuse."

"Do you like your job?"

"Yes, very much."

"Do you like your boss?"

"He's been very kind to me, yes."

"Do you like your boss?"

I laughed, "No."

"Good."

"Good?"

"I'm just glad to know that there might be a chance."

"A chance, Doctor Crane?"

"Indeed. And please, it's Jonathan, Miss Elwood."

"Then you can call me Bethany."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you."

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

I smiled, "Nothing, as of yet."

"Would you like to go back to the art museum with me?"

I bit my lower lip as I played with the edge of my hoodie, "I'm not sure-"

"Bethany, don't let Bruce Wayne intimidate you."

I was quiet as I thought about it, then said, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

Jonathan gave a small sigh of relief, "Great! What time do you want to meet there?"

"We can meet at ten. That way we can look around the place a bit more…. Then we could also go to lunch… if we wanted to."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

I smiled, "It does."

"I'll be looking forward to it, Bethany."

"Me too, Jonathan."

"Well, I must bid you goodnight… I have an early meeting tomorrow."

"Is ten going to work? We can push it back."

"No. Ten is perfect. I'll see you there."

"Okay. Goodnight, Jonathan."

"Goodnight, Bethany."

Hanging up, I sat on the terrace and looked out over the hills and down onto the glowing city. My heart hammered in my chest with nerves. I was going to meet up with someone that used to help villains stay out of prison. Every instinct in my body told me to not go. He could be dangerous. But, something inside me told me to trust him. He said he was trying to reform himself, and maybe he was serious about it. People can change. It happens all of the time. Why then did I have a sinking feeling that something terrible was going to happen?

Off in the distance, a spot light appeared in the sky from somewhere in the city. I thought nothing of it, until I had a closer look. Reflected on the night sky, was the symbol of a bat. Sitting up, I squinted at the light to make sur e that what I saw was real. Getting up, I leaned against the railing staring at the bizarre image. Were they calling the Batman? Moving away from the railing, I went back inside, and locked my doors. Unlocking the door to the hallway, I stepped outside and saw Alfred.

"What is that light outside?"

"What light, Bethy?"

"There's a… a bat signal outside. Are they really calling that bat guy?"

"The police trust him."

"You don't think that this is a little insane?"

"Miss Elwood, when you've lived here as long as I have, you'll understand how I feel seeing a man like the Batman cleaning up the city. He's working alongside the police to fight crime in the city. Hate him all you like, Miss, but he's one of the best hopes Gotham has at staying safe."

"You really trust this man, don't you?"

"I really do."

Nodding, I went to him and gave him a hug, "Goodnight, Alfred."

"Goodnight, Bethany."

Going back into my room, I went through my nightly routine and went to bed.