It's a quite Wednesday afternoon in Gotham City as citizens leisurely stroll about town. But at Gotham City State Penitentiary the board members are everything except quiet.

Bruce Wayne calmly observed his hysterical colleagues express their deepest fears and downright refusals in participating in Warden Crichton's new rehabilitating program. He lightly bounced the sides of his index fingers off of his lips while his esteemed associates screamed at the older gentlemen standing next to him.

"But Warden you can't be serious." Mrs. Harper exclaimed. Mrs. Faye Harper was a well-established woman of Gotham City. She was partial owner of the Golden Lady Opera House, owned three fur stores and served on the PTA committee at Gotham City elementary. She was also a former beauty queen but now at the ripe age of 80 years old she was a lovely sight with her snow white hair and bright blue eyes. Faye Harper was as charming as she was witty and never missed an opportunity to harass Bruce especially when it came to his love life.

"I am most serious Mrs. Harper. I strongly feel this is good idea." The Warden urged. The older gentleman was trying his hardest to find new ways to assimilate each and every prisoner into a new life in Gotham City. Some did better than others but there were still many who did not see the joys of a normal life.

"It sounds wonderful but it doesn't sound realistic. What about the risks involved? Many of us have families and, let's face it, everyone here has some sort of fortune and in some cases, many forms of fortune any one of those vile creatures would love to get their greedy hands on." The large man at the opposite end of the large mahogany table did have a point- a very large point. Almost as big as the man himself. David Archibald, the 2nd largest man and had the 2nd largest fortune in Gotham City. The man was a mountain with the heart of a koala bear. His Scottish features and boisterous laugh made him the life of any party. Married six times and his latest wife was the heiress of an Indian dress company he met in a buffet line on a cruise.

"We are not looking to use this program for high criminal cases such as the Riddler, Joker and Penguin. They do not express any desire to be rehabilitated but we are doing everything we can to change that. However, this specific program that Warden Crichton is suggesting is having each board member house an inmate who has either shown some signs of change or is making a strong effort to be rehabilitated. It will only be for a short amount of time to show them how life can be outside a life of crime. It's giving them a sense of what they are missing in their lives." Bruce calmly explained.

"Bruce, it sounds all fine and well when you put it like that but what do the police think about this idea?" Mrs. Harper asked.

Bruce simply smiled, "We have spoken with the Commissioner and Chief O'Hara and they agreed it is a great idea but only for select group of inmates that passed certain requirements." He could tell they had eased up a little bit but it still wasn't enough.

"I have also spoken with Batman and he thinks it's certainly a little unorthodox but if it can help these people to become better citizens of Gotham then he is all for it. I have expressed the same concerns all of you have stated and he does understand how unnerving this situation can be for all of us. But I do have his word that no harm will come to us because he is the one who selected the prisoners for the program.

"Well then why doesn't he just offer to keep them all in his Batcave? If he thinks there's no harm in it? He's smart and can teach them a lot more than we could. Plus, they're all scared of him anyway, so it's not like they'll try anything." Another member commented.

Not everyone is scared of him.

Bruce furrowed his brow slightly, "How can living in a bat cave be helpful for those who have been locked up in a prison who are desperately trying to find a new life in this city? They need to see how everyday society is more beneficial than they realize and they can't do that in the Batcave. Plus he cannot be held responsible for all of them."

"Bruce is right." The Warden piped in. "We can't expect any of these people to feel like upstanding members of society by sticking them in a room with other inmates. It wouldn't be any different than keeping them in prison. It has to be individually focused to meet that person's specific needs to accomplish such a task."

The others had grown silent knowing there were only two options. Reject the program and go back to their comfortable lifestyles or follow Bruce and take the plunge to help these people.

Bruce could see the tug-o-war in their eyes. He wasn't trying to force the program onto them. He just wanted his colleagues to see what he always tried to see as Bruce Wayne and Batman. Hope. They had all heard the stories of reformed criminals before now they could experience the joy he felt when whenever he saw the transformation of his former adversaries.

"Please understand we are not trying to push this onto any of you. If you do not feel comfortable participating in this program we will not force you to join. No one will think ill of you for refusing, you have my word." Bruce stated with sympathetic blue eyes. His mind was already made up. But would anyone join him?

Glances flew across the room seeing who would be brave enough to join Bruce and the Warden in this crazy endeavor. Mrs. Harper gave Bruce a side glance that only a mother would give her child. Her blue eyes twinkled with a small hint of a warning. She knew Bruce too well. If he was on board for something it had to be pretty special. She let a small chuckle before reaching for the undisturbed pile of records sitting in the middle of the table. She flipped through the pile until she found the one with her name on it. She lightly pushed the other documents back to the center before turning her attention back to the young millionaire playboy in the smart gray suit.

"Bruce, my boy, you owe me for this." She smirked.

"Don't I always?" He turned her smirk barely containing a grin.

"Yes, but this time you owe me big." She just couldn't help herself whenever she found an opportunity.

"And what exactly are you asking me to do?" He smiled knowing full well where this conversation was headed.

"Get married already and stop spending so much time on so many committees! I swear you are as busy as the Caped Crusader himself." She exclaimed with a large grin. Bruce couldn't contain it anymore and let out a hearty laugh.

"Well, thank you for your concern Mrs. Harper." Bruce grinned. He didn't really want to address that situation.

"Who knows? Maybe you will find some nice girl from one of these files who is looking to be rehabilitated into being a millionaire's wife."

"I can promise you, Wayne. The moment you get married you will be as busy as Batman himself." David bellowed. "Take it from someone who knows." He laughed.

That broke all tension. The others began sifting through the stack until Bruce's file was the only one left. He reached out for the manila envelope slightly afraid and slightly anxious for what he was about to see or rather who he was about to see.

His heart was racing a thousand miles per second. His hands were perspiring. And his collar was practically strangling him. Should he look now or wait until everyone was gone? Could he really wait that long? The anticipation was becoming more excruciating by the second.

To compose himself, he decided to practice a relaxation method his learned from Master Kun-Foo Fy-Ting of Chaipan who visited Gotham City for the annual world fair. Bruce breathed in and silently spelled "c-a-l-m" then would spell "r-e-l-a-x" every time he breathed out; slowly changing the pace of spelling on every cycle until he managed to block out the contents of the file from his mind. His thoughts were interrupted by the warden.

"Excellent!" The Warden exclaimed clasping his hands in an almost victory-like stance. "Thank you, all of you. You have no idea how much of a difference you will make to these poor souls." They simply smiled, nodded and thanked the warden.

The meeting lasted for another ten minutes. They had to cut it short due to all of the shouting and disagreement over the new program. But it was worth it if it turned out to be a success. Even only one person was changed it would be worth it.

They all said their goodbyes and headed out of the board room chatting away about their upcoming events and gatherings they all had planned along with the "when's" and "where's" of each event.

Bruce managed to distract himself long enough with the pleasant goodbyes and invites before his thoughts led back to the file in his hand. He knew he'd have to look at it eventually and he couldn't run from the situation either. But he was no coward. He faced some of the most dastardly villains of Gotham City both as Bruce Wayne and Batman.

He had to do it. He had done it before but this time it would be different. This time he wouldn't be fooled. It really was going to be different. It had to be. He could feel it. He just didn't know how it would be different.

He took a deep breath and opened the flimsy folder. He saw the mugshot he had seen dozens of times and read one line.

Name: Catwoman

He closed the file with a sigh and walked towards his car.