Sooooo... Yeah, I was bored. I finished writing my other story, and began to continue on this one. So, because you guys are just so awesome, and I'm bored. I figured I should post this.

Keep in mind that this is only edited by me and the main character might be a Mary-sue(Oh no!! What was she thinking?!) I wasn't, and quite frankly my readers, I don't give a damn.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, Nor do I own Christian Bale. I WISH!!! But... I do own the plot, and any OC's that you do not recognize.

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"Tag, your it!" A girl shouted. Bruce turned toward her, scrunching his nose.

"I hate being it." He stated. She laughed at him.

"No tag backs." She told him, running up the stairs.

"Who am I going to tag then?" she shrugged.

"Tag Rachel." At that moment another girl ran into the large room, her eyes narrowing at the sound of that.

"No, don't tag me, tag Hanna." She snapped. Bruce sighed and picked up an old tennis ball and began to bounce it off the floor.

"This game is boring, let's do something else." He stated.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." Hanna jested.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne." Rachel continued.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Wayne." Hanna finished. She and Rachel began to laugh at their little joke, causing Bruce to turn red. He took the tennis ball and gripped it a little harder than he should have.

"It's not funny." He muttered.

"It is funny." Rachel remarked. Brue glared at her.

"Oh come on Brucey, lighten up. Stop being such a spoiled little prince." Hanna shot. Bruce glared at her and threw the tennis ball her way. She shrieked and ducked, dodging the tennis ball coming at her. The tennis ball missed her and bounced off the wall, then hurtling itself into a extremely expensive vase and shattering it.

"Uh-oh." Rachel muttered.

"Bruce?" called Martha Wayne. Bruce looked at the girls franticly.

"Run." He hissed, the girls needed no further instruction. All three of them began running through the house, stopping when they heard the sound of adult footsteps.

"In here!" Rachel hissed, pulling Bruce into a broom closet. Bruce quickly grabbed Hanna's hand and pulled her in with him. They quickly closed the door and squished themselves in the back of the closet, trying to get as far away from the door as they could. After a few minutes they heard the sound of Mrs. Wayne's heels click against the hard marble floor and saw the outline of them under the door.

"Oh no." Bruce muttered. Hanna and Rachel quickly covered his mouth so he wouldn't say anything else, and watched her silhouette carefully.

"I know you children broke the vase, and I'm not angry. So whenever you are ready to come out of hiding let me know." She told them, pausing for a moment before walking away. After a few moments the trio fell out of the closet, all of them laughing.

"That was too close." Rachel muttered.

"I thought she was going to yell at us." Hanna stated. Bruce shook his head.

"Nah, I'm just going to get a lecture later." Hanna shrugged.

"You deserve it, you broke the vase." She stated. Bruce narrowed his eyes at her, at an attempt to glare, though it didn't seem to have that affect. He went to say something, but before he could Rachel stood up and tapped his shoulder.

"Tag, your it." She cried, then ran off with Hanna right next to her. Bruce sighed and ran after them, continuing their game.

21 years later

'Bruce Wayne, Back from the dead!' The message sent a wave of relief through her chest as she read the title on the front cover of the magazine. She sighed and put it down, running a hand through her dark long locks.

"Hanna!" a voice called into her office. She looked up and smiled as her deep blue eyes met her friends own pale blue.

"Rachel, you're out of your office." Rachel chuckled and sat down in a chair next to her friends worn desk.

"You're one to talk, I hardly ever see you out and about unless we're meeting for dinner." Hanna shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm busy." She defended lightly. Rachel smiled and looked around the worn classroom, sighing slightly.

"They really don't take care of this place well enough." She noted. Hanna sighed and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, the sad thing is that the only funding the school get's is from the mob." Rachel shook her head in disbelief.

"Then why do you still work here? I thought you hate the mob." Rachel asked.

"I do, but I love teaching music more than I hate the mob." She explained. Rachel smiled and looked on her desk, frowning at the newspaper on her desk.

"So I guess you heard then." She stated. Hanna looked at the newspaper, smiling softly at the picture of Bruce. She looked back at Rachel and nodded.

"I did, I'm still in shock." She muttered.

"I can't believe he's still alive, he was gone for so long." Hanna agreed and tapped her fingers on the table for a minute, just looking at the paper.

"Have you seen him?" she asked. Rachel shook her head.

"No… I haven't. I've been so busy I didn't even bother," Hanna nodded and sat back. "Did you go see him?"

"No, between work and running around I haven't even thought about it. Plus I don't think I could bring Danny all the way to Wayne Manor. It's much too far for a weekday trip, then our weekends are filled with soccer and chores." Rachel smiled and shook her head.

"Yeah well, that's what happens when people grow up." She stated. Hanna nodded and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt.

"I guess it's different for Bruce, he doesn't have any responsibility." She muttered.

"Well, he's rich, it's not like he has to do much." Rachel told her, laughing a little. Hanna also chuckled and shrugged. There was a moment of silence between them. Rachel looked over at her desk and saw a picture of the three of them, before they all left for college.

"I can't believe you still have this." She chuckled. Hanna looked at the photo and smiled.

"I was actually going to change it to something else, but I got so busy I forgot." She answered honestly. Rachel laughed and shook her head.

"Well, don't change it just yet, I want a copy of it." Hanna nodded.

"Of course," There was another moment of silence before she spoke once more. "We're still going out to dinner next week, right?" She asked. Rachel nodded and smiled warmly.

"Of course, is everything set up for you?" she asked. Hanna nodded and smiled.

"Yup, everything is set." Rachel stood up and grabbed her coat.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." Hanna waved.

"See you tomorrow." She replied. Rachel waved back and left the classroom, leaving Hanna alone. Hanna paused for a moment, simply staring the door before looking back at the paper. Her lips pressed together as she looked over his picture in the paper. Something in her stomach stirred as her eyes traced over his features in the picture. She wondered if he still looked the same, even after all these years. She hadn't seen him when he came back from Princeton, she was away at West Chester University at the time, so she really had no idea how he had changed. Perhaps it was for the best, with Bruce in her life brought complication, and the last thing she needed was complication.

Hanna sat down at her lunch table across from Rachel, rolling her eyes when she saw her finishing up some homework.

"Rachel Dawes, you stick your nose any farther into your book it's going to get stuck there." She remarked. Rachel looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Well, we can't all be as lazy as you Hanna Grey." Hanna tried to look insulted, but failed to do so.

"I'm not lazy, I'm seventeen, which just means I like to have fun." She told her. Rachel chuckled and put her book away, focusing her attention on Hanna.

"Alright, well, what kind of fun have you been having?" Rachel asked.

"Like… boy fun." She told her. Rachel smiled.

"I bet your brother is having a field day with that." Rachel muttered.

"Who cares what Matt thinks, he's a loser."

"You only say that because he's your brother."

"You only defend him because you hooked up with him." Rachel grew red at the statement and lightly bit her bottom lip, thinking of a retort.

"You hooked up with Sean Rogers." Hanna raised an eyebrow.

"I was drunk, and honestly, who wouldn't, he's hot." She defended.

"Who is hot?" A new voice asked. Hanna held back a smile as Bruce sat down next to Rachel.

"Sean Rogers." Rachel answered. Bruce rolled his eyes.

"He's a jerk." Hanna rolled his eyes.

"And you're a brat, but girls are still trying to fuck you." She told him. Bruce chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm rich." Rachel shook her head at the two of them.

"Well something has to make up for your lack of personality." Hanna muttered.

"Alright you two, play nice." Rachel interjected. Bruce smiled slightly and looked at Rachel, his eyes lighting up slightly. Hanna quickly avoided looking at them and focused on the table.

"So, Chase's end of the year party is coming up." Bruce told her. Rachel nodded and looked at Hanna, who was still looking at the table.

"Are you going Hanna?" she asked. Bruce looked slightly dejected but recovered well. Hanna shrugged.

"I don't know, probably not." She answered.

"Why not?" Rachel asked.

"We can't all be popular and have a ton of guys ask us out." Hanna stated. Bruce looked from Hanna then back to Rachel.

"You were asked already?" Rachel nodded.

"Yeah, by a few people." She answered.

"Did you say yes to Aaron yet?" Hanna asked.

"Aaron? As in Aaron Thomas?" Bruce asked. Rachel nodded, a little taken back by his sudden distaste in the boy, since they seemed to be friends.

"Yeah, Aaron Thomas. And yes, I did agree to go with him." Rachel said. Bruce paused before looking at the table, a almost unnoticeably frown etched on his face.

"He's hot, you'll have a fun time at the very least." Hanna told her. Rachel smiled and bit her lower lip lightly.

"I hope so. Come on Hanna, someone had to ask you. Who asked you to the party?" Rachel asked. Hanna shrugged her shoulders and began tracing circles on the table.

"Only a couple people, did. Sam Reynolds, Kevin Walker, Chris Harris, and a couple others." Hanna answered.

"Sam is cute." Rachel told her.

"He's a looser." Bruce muttered. Hanna nodded.

"Kevin is nice, and he's good looking." Bruce scoffed.

"He's only like that so he can get into girls pants." He stated. Hanna rolled her eyes and looked at Rachel.

"I was thinking about saying yes to Chris, he seems decent enough."

"Why would you go with him? He's a jerk." Bruce snapped. Hanna looked at Rachel, who looked a little annoyed.

"We can't go with anyone to the party, can we?" she asked. Rachel chuckled.

"I'm not too sure." She answered. Bruce turned red.

"I just think you two should go with guys who are respectable." He stated. Rachel rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair.

"Like who, you?" she asked. He rolled his eyes.

"No, I'm just… you know what I'm talking about." He snapped.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." Hanna said, taking on a slight British accent.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne." Rachel continued.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Wayne." Hanna finished. Both girls burst out in giggles and looked at Bruce, who was turning redder by the minute.

"You guys are so mature." He said sarcastically. Rachel and Hanna began to laugh harder.

"Your one to talk." Hanna snapped. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Rachel shook her head.

"He's such Prince." She muttered to Hanna.

"Brat is more like it." Hanna told her.

"Mr. Wayne will do." Bruce interjected, causing the group to chuckle.

"Bruce?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow at his soaking wet attire. Bruce turned around and faltered for a moment.

"Rachel? Wow, it's really you?" he asked. She smiled lightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked. He looked down then looked back at her.

"Swimming." He stated. She chuckled a bit.

"I can see that." She muttered. Bruce looked her up and down, and paused at her face for a moment before speaking.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm here to meet Hanna for dinner, we usually have dinner every month to stay in touch." Bruce's eyes went wide at the mention of this.

"Wow, Hanna Grey." He muttered.

"It's Hanna Sanders now." She told him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sanders?" he asked. She nodded in reply.

"She's Married now, even has a son." Bruce took a step back. It was hard to believe that Hanna was married and had a family. For some reason, he felt that she shouldn't be married, not to this guy anyway. Did he even know this guy?

"Who is the guy?" he asked.

"You know, if you went to see her you wouldn't have to ask me." Rachel told him. He looked down to the ground and bit his lip.

"To be honest, I wouldn't know where to find her." He admitted.

"Look Bruce, I've got to go. If you want to find Hanna, go to Gotham Central High School, she's a teacher there." She told him.

"Bruce, come on, we have more Hotels to buy!" a woman cried from his car. Rachel pressed her lips together and then looked back at him.

"I guess you're to busy to see her, I'll tell her you said hi." Rachel muttered, walking into the hotel restaurant. Rachel quickly made her way to the table and sat down, making Hanna jump up a little.

"Bad day?" Hanna asked. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"No, it was fine till I got here." Rachel told her.

"I'm sorry I make you so angry." Hanna jested. Rachel laughed a little.

"Not you, I ran into Bruce on my way in." Hanna's face fell as she nodded slightly.

"I saw him earlier, on my way in." she told her. Rachel looked confused, wondering why Bruce didn't tell her that he had already talked to Hanna.

"Did you guys say hello?" she asked. Hanna shook her head no.

"No, I didn't get a chance to." Rachel's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Hanna. Hanna averted her deep blue eyes to the cloth on the table, avoiding her friends gaze. Rachel tilted her head.

"Why didn't you get a chance to?" she asked. Hanna smirked slightly.

"He was swimming." She stated. Rachel laughed lightly.

"He said something about that, he also told me to tell you he said hello." Hanna nodded and took a sip of her water.

"That was nice of him." She mumbled.

"Yeah, so I assume you got a babysitter for Danny tonight." Rachel stated.

"I sent him over to his grandparents, they didn't seem to mind watching him for a few hours." Hanna told her, letting her fingers trace over her glass.

"I bet he enjoyed that." Hanna nodded.

"Yeah, he enjoys seeing his grandfather. It's not like his father is around much." A waiter came over and quickly took their order, leaving them alone once more.

"He can't help it, he's in the Military, he's doing what he can for his country." Hanna sighed and ran a hand over her face.

"I know, but it's not fair to Danny that Nathan isn't around. He misses his daddy." Rachel gave her friend a sympathetic look.

"I know honey, it must be difficult." Hanna rolled her eyes.

"It's not all bad, I just hate staying up every night, praying he's okay." Rachel frowned slightly, but agreed.

"It's not fair, but I have a feeling in this town, it wouldn't be much different."

"Isn't that a depressing thought." Rachel nodded.

"I can't believe it, it's getting much worse. The mob is taking over the streets, the schools, the police-"

"And taking out the good cops as they go." Hanna muttered. Rachel lightly bit her lip, reaching over and taking her friends hand in hers.

"I'm sorry Hanna, I didn't mean to Bring up Mattie." Hanna shrugged.

"What's done is done, there isn't much else we can do about it."

"Things will get better, they have to." Rachel assured her. Hanna smiled, but it didn't seem to reach her eyes. There was a short silence before Hanna spoke again.

"Maybe things will get better." Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"You're talking about that bat fellow, aren't you?" Hanna nodded.

"He did bring down Falcone, he can't be all that bad."

"And he did give me information to help bring him down, after saving me from a mugger." Hanna's eyes went wide, but didn't say anything after Rachel shot him a look. Hanna took the chance to let her thoughts linger back to Bruce.

"This town is getting worse by the minute." She remarked.

"And we're turning to a guy in a bat suit to clean it up."