Gotham's Detective

Chapter 6

Heather headed into her kitchen after locking herself in and heated up some soup. She shut off the kitchen light and sat in the darkness as she ate. She needed some peace for the moment and sitting in the dark helped.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, a couple of minutes later, not even turning around.

Batman stepped around the kitchen table so he could see her.

"How do you do that?"

"I heard you," she stated.

"I have never had anyone hear me before."

"Why? Your cape makes noise," she said. "And why are you here, late at night, in a single woman's apartment?" she asked, a smirk on her face.

He grinned back. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Do I look afraid?" she asked, "because right now, I have my gun aimed at your groin. A vulnerable spot for you," she added.

He winced at her words.

"Now, what do you want?" she asked again.

"I came to tell you that you are in more danger than you thought."

"No surprise there, but do you know who is after me?"

"Not yet."

"Then how do you know I am in more danger?"

"Word on the town," he said, sighing softly as she tucked her gun away.

"Oh, and do they even know who they are looking for?"

"Someone is searching for the girl who survived the poisoning, and they are also looking for the officer who refuses to die," he added.

"Interestingly, they are looking for two different women, but that is okay, let them."

"Do you honestly think you are safe here?" he asked her. "I got in."

"But you are Batman," she stated.

He chuckled at that. "True."

She stood and walked up over to him. "You are also in danger, Batman," she stated.

"And why do you say that?"

"Because I know who you are," she told him.

He frowned. "Yes, so you slipped out Bruce's name earlier, but are you positive about my identity?" he smirked.

"Very."

"And what brings you to that conclusion?"

"I have my sources," she shrugged.

"Enlighten me," he said.

"And spoil my fun? I think not," she grinned. "Goodnight, Batman. Thank you for watching out for me, and tell Bruce I am still very angry with him," then she left the room.

She heard his chuckling as she closed her bedroom door, knowing that he would let himself out.

Heather got on her pajamas without turning on the light and got into bed, tucking her gun under her pillow. "Men," she muttered, and closing her eyes, she fell asleep.

The next morning Heather got up and showered quickly and then ate a large breakfast. She just hoped she would get to have more than one meal. Yesterday had been such an abnormal day. She was also grateful that Wade was coming to get her; she didn't want to ruin another car.

Heather headed out the door a few minutes before eight and frowned deeply. Bruce's limo was sitting out front, and Alfred was standing by the back door.