Chapter 13.

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Bruce Wayne's P. O. V
I had to find Harleen. She'd had a child, and of course I was financially stable, but I was scared to death about what kind of father I would make. All I have in this world is Alfred, and that wasn't nearly enough for me growing up. I didn't have mother or a father, they are both dead. Murdered. Which drives me to become Batman when need be.
I never told Harleen about me being Batman. I'm a man of many secrets. There was no reason for me to tell her if she was just going to run off like that. Pregnant, scared, and lost. I shouldn't have let her leave. But I never returned her calls... I didn't make the effort.
I heard Joker has broken out of Arkham Asylum and has a new blonde lover with him. People say they are the king and queen of criminal on-goings here in Gotham. But I won't let them stay comfortable in their position for long.
"Alfred!" I call down the hall from my study, where I know he can hear me.
"Yes, sir?" He asks, appearing. "I need you to find out where my child is. She's got Wayne blood in her. She shouldn't be hard to find." "Yes, sir." "And also, track down her mother too, from the DNA I collected before she ran off." "Of course, sir."
Alfred turned to go. "Thank you, Alfred." "'Tis my pleasure, sir. This is what your parents needed me to do." And with those words, he was gone.

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