His body is lifelessly laying on my couch, but the air is pushing out and lowering his chest, motioning up and down. It confirms he is still breathing at least. I made sure to sit on the floor beside the couch, folding my arms on the edge of the couch as I rest my chin onto my forearm, waiting for any sudden movement from him. I also wrap a blanket around him and shut all windows, figuring he needs to warm up a bit. Unfortunately I don't have any medical equipment in my house, but I did manage to wipe off the blood around his face. However, I am debating on calling the ambulance, but calling the ambulance would also be risky, since he is Batman; and if I'm correct, they'll eventually take off his suit and expose his reputation if they remove the mask. My eyes darts to his facial structure, but I couldn't help myself from taking notice from his entire suit.

Around the chest plate emblazon with a stylizing bat metal emblem in gunmetal gray; It reflexes through the light from my lamp that's standing behind the couch, as it glimpses on each corner, drawing attention to the unorthodox design. The suit contains in mad-black titanium-dip fiber with harden kevlar plates; however also distinctly leathery, as well as huge plates of armor making up the exterior of the suit. The black cowl plunges below the rest of the suit's armor plating, while the cape is form by a distinct collar, floating on the side of my couch.

Batman looks so intimidating, and yet so mysterious. I understand why everyone is scared of him, the anxiety he can bring to the table, and the adrenaline boost that runs through our veins in fear. He knows it too, he must.

I continue sitting in the same position for thirty minutes, incase he wakes up. That also means I have to shake my legs now and then from letting the pressure around the nerves to resist the temporary numbness.

The sounds of the siren coming from the police cars driving past my window, made it very clear to me they are heading towards the club, although I don't know what for. My apartment is directly pointing towards where I work, and I know my area pretty well. Whenever a police car is heading across my complex, it's surely around the club; but yet I still take it upon myself to walk through dark alleys than having to walk straight to it.

He didn't move a single muscle yet, but his breathing continues to move up his chest. However I need him to wake up, incase it's important for his behalf. I'm sure whatever Batman did, it's something important. Not to mention I have never seen him at the club before.

I slowly trail my hand up to his arm covering in titanium, gently poking him to the side; but he didn't react as I expect. I didn't move my body yet, until another fifteen minutes; that's when I decide to get up from the floor and grab a glass of water for him, whenever he wakes up. I fill up it up, continuously staring at him till I shut the water; still nothing. I made my way back to the living room, and place it on the counter table as my eyes trails to his body, hoping for a miracle by then; but not until I notice a black phone is sticking out of his pocket. I wasn't too sure if this would be a good idea to sneak up on him, but maybe someone could help him.

My feet steadily takes small steps to avoid any freaking sounds coming from the floor, as I reach up towards him and kneels down a little to pick up the phone. Two of my fingers slips into his pocket and slowly grasp onto the phone, pulling it further up. Once is reachable to not attract any attention from him, I quickly check his contact numbers. However there is only one he has saved and no random calls from anyone: only from this contact name of Alfred.

I would never expect Batman to have a small cellphone in his pocket when he is out and about, but it could be someone he truly cares for, or in need for an emergency call.

The pat of my fingers taps through the small keyboard and clicks onto the number; my hand trails up to my cheek with the phone in between, pressing it against my ear to hear any particular sounds. As I'm waiting for the call to pick up on Alfred's end, I sit down in front of Batman once again but trails my eyes towards the window; the flashing light from a neon reddish color on top of the diner, is shining against my face.

"Hello?" I hear a soothing voice coming from the individual, pleasant to listen to but also easily to catch onto.

"Hello. I'm so sorry to disturb you," I said softly. "But Batman has been in a terrible fight. I took him to my apartment, not having a clue what to do with him. I was wondering if you could possible help me?"

"Oh dear," Alfred says. His tone changes worryingly. "I'll be on my way, could you please provide me with an address?"

"Yes, of course." I quickly grab my notes from the table that I left. It's something I didn't bother to learn or remember, however I made sure to leave it in the living if I needed it; and not to mention I already learn my route back to this place.

"It's Harlem C-" Suddenly a hand covering in black gloves grabs my wrist and pushes me further to the couch, as close to Batman as possible. it startle me before my eyes went widely open; my attention is drawn to him immediately, and his eyes is wide open with his lips tightening together. He is hovering his back forward a little, but using his other hand to keep his body still. I froze completely from finishing my sentence.

"What are you doing?" Batman hisses at me, almost demandingly as he flares through his nostrils in annoyance.

"Hello? Miss?" I hear Alfred voice, repeating himself more than once. My hands is shaking in fear by now.

"I-uhm", I stutter a bit, trying to continue the conversation but also hold my composure. Luckily enough Alfred speaks up once more.

"Is he awake?"

"Y-yes, he is sir." My hand struggle to reach it to him, his grip around my wrist is tightening up from any threats I could possibly do to him.

"It's for you."

He glance deep into my Bambi eyes for a couple of seconds till he loosen his grip, but roughly snatches the phone from me. Batman raises himself from the couch and walks towards the corner; perhaps he wants to have the conversation privately. I take a deep breath and focusing on puzzling my mind; part of being anxious is having irrational thoughts that don't necessarily make sense. My mind is circling around wether he will hurt me or not, based on the rumors I heard.

"I'll be there." Is the only thing I hear him say, the familiar deep voice of his. There isn't any conversation between them, just a couple of words from him then it's done.

Batman turns towards me and trails his feet, and although I am shaking on the inside; my hand slips around the glass of water, as I hold it up to him. It's pretty obvious I am frighten, based on the fact my hand is shaking uncontrollably: my brain still needs to grasp onto reality.

By this time, he stands completely still and didn't move any muscles. I shrug a bit and almost place it back on the table, hoping it would ease the tensions between us. Once I trail my eyes up to his; he is analyzing my apartment, almost to notice if there is any danger alert.

"What were you trying to do?" His voice is deeper than usual, but manageable to hear. However his eyes is darting from each corner of my apartment still.

"Call for help." I said quietly, hovering over my hands. I didn't get up from the floor just yet.

"Do you work there?"

"Yes. My boss is Penguin. I'm a bottle girl."

I hear his footsteps appearing louder, assuming he is stepping closer to me. My eyes peeks up and come to my surprise; his figure is closer to my small body sitting on the floor.

"You don't belong in there."

"Not much up for debate.." I trail off, shrugging a bit as my eyes hovering over my hands once again. "But I have no other options."

It starts to get silent a little but my mind is wandering around the incident at the club. It didn't make any sense to me that Batman appears out of no where, and definitely not in the iceberg lounge. He must've found out about the D'A's underneath the 44 below.

"Hey, what happened in there?" I turn around completely to face him, but he's gone. Just like that, he disappear from thin air. However it's a bit disappointing; I somehow expected a little conversation to figure out what has happened, but I didn't think he'll runaway that fast.

After yesterday I truly just wanted to let it go. There wasn't anything special than I met Batman, but he disappeared pretty quickly. I can't blame him to be honest, after all he is who he is.

It didn't come to my thoughts any longer, instead I head over to the kitchen and prepare myself some breakfast; one toast and two eggs is enough for me. Unfortunately I can barely eat in the morning, but it counts.

I reach up to the table and put the plate down, but the feeling of thin furs is twirling around my feet before I could manage to sit on my chair. My eyes darts to the floor and it's my cat, Cookie. Her solid black coats hints out a Bombay breed, with a golden-greenish pair of eyes. Cookie has a habit of dilating her pupils when she sees me, yet it brings a whole level of happiness in me.

As I kneel down to scratch her back, Cookie instantly gives in the sound of purring. I chuckle a little and continue scrape gently onto her till I sit on the chair to eat my breakfast. I take a small bite from my toast, till suddenly it hits me. My eyebrows furrows as I trail my attention to the table around the small living room. I remember the glass of water that I left for Batman, but it wasn't there.

Did he take it with him? There's absolutely no way, if so, I can only laugh at it. Nevertheless I'm back to my usual routine.

For the past few days I've been in and out the club, yet nothing changed after Batman appeared in the Iceberg Lounge. If anything, I didn't hear from him at all. It sounds odd because I'm not waiting for a call or a visit from him, but i certainly wasn't; he didn't owe me anything. However more people were getting hurt outside the club, I would assume that he would be here. Instead, he hasn't been around at all. He probably got caught up in something else, after all he is probably a human and still have other responsibilities, or maybe he's a lone wolf.

I brush if off my mind, there's no need for me to think about him. It was a one time thing, he don't know me and I don't know him; but it felt pretty big meeting the batman.

Finally I leave the club around six in the morning, heading my way to the alley. My coat is already soaking in water since it's heavily raining, but luckily enough I brought my umbrella with me.

I speed up my movements to resist being entirely wet as I already am, hoping I will be home quicker than usual; and of course being alone in the dark isn't the best for a woman like me.

The alley is completely empty, which makes it even more scarier but I take my chances anyway. Three more blocks than I would be home, but it takes longer than what I expected; only because I been walking with high stilettos all day; the swollen around my feet becomes unbearable.

Suddenly an unfamiliar voice is echoing behind me, the sound of someone humming loudly. I turn my head and sees it's a guy. He is swaying back and forth and stumbles through the ground; must be drunk. I continue walking from now, not having any desires to attract his attention. However, I hear him yell for someone.

"Hey!"

I stop immediately with my eyes wide open, hoping he isn't calling after me.

"Yeah, you! The girl with the umbrella"

Shit.

"Come here princess, let me see you real quick!"

A million thoughts at one time racing through my head, increasing the fear in my heart. It's a discomfort in my chest, a feeling in my brain like excess caffeine, then it sets in deeper. I feel the urge to run, escape or hide. The panic grows stronger. It could be any seconds till he appears, thats when my body panics from the thought of it: I start running.

I hear him yell loudly to stop, however I continue to run. My hand grips onto the umbrella in fear; lungs are burning, my legs feel like shredding, my hands are glistening from sweat and the pain of my swollen feet start to feel like needles poking on ever side. The sounds of his shoes splashing on the ground made it clear that he is running as well. I quickly try to speed up my tempo; the rush running through my body to get to the opening view of the road is like a pulsating electric shock. My throat is starting to hurt with the amount of oxygen I'm inhaling, but I didn't have no choice. My mind keeps circling around what he wants from me, nevertheless I can't take any chances in Gotham. I been living here for three years by now, and being friendly hasn't got me anywhere.

Suddenly I feel my shoulder being hold back, knowing he caught up to me. My entire body immediately feels like collapsing, the sudden emotions speeds up my heart rate. He forcefully turns my body around but I shut my eyes from having any eye contact with him; It's now or never.

Get it over with, come on.

"Why were you running, bitch-" his arm is flinch from holding my shoulder. I hear a thud and loud groan coming from him. I open my eyes to see the unfamiliar person holding him down with his arm, pressing him further down to the ground; but there it is again, the suit. The cape.

I inch closer, peeking over at him until his head trails back up; it's the same mask.

"Go. Now." The recognizing voice of his; the low vibration of his raspy voice.

My body froze completely from moving forward to them, however I take a few steps back and do as I'm told.