Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews; for a while, I thought nobody would read my story. I'm glad that people still remember what a great series BB was; it was canceled well before it had a chance to really develop. Alas, all we have left are fan stories. Don't own anything but the story.

The black hover-car slowly pulled into a reserved parking slot in the back lot of the Wayne-Powers building. He struggled a little getting out of the car, having to use his cane as a crutch.

He was still an imposing figure even at the age of seventy-four. The only things that gave away his age were the cane, his white hair, and the wrinkles on his face. Years of training had left him in excellent shape.

He walked slowly through the automatic doors and stared passively into the retinal scanner. After a quick good morning to the security guards on duty, he continued into the elevator and pushed the button for the sixtieth floor. The elevator whirled rapidly upwards.

The new secretary was an attractive red-head, probably a few years removed from high school. She was talking on the phone while typing at the same time. He decided that he would be patient.

"Ok, so Mr. Powers will see you at two o'clock tomorrow. Ok, thanks." She hung up the phone and returned to her typing. He cleared his throat.

"Excuse me; I was wondering if I could speak to Mr. Powers." She gave him a quick glance before returning to the contents of her screen.

"Mr. Powers is currently in a meeting right now. If you want I could set an appointment for today or tomorrow?"

"I'm aware that he's in a meeting; that's why I'm here."

"I'm sorry sir, but…"

"Where is the meeting?" He replied curtly. She started to get a bit flustered.

"I don't see what this has to do with you, sir. If you want an appointment with Mr. Powers, I'll pencil you in." He gave her a small smile.

"That's all right. I think I can fine my way around." He walked slowly past her desk. She got up and started walking after him.

"Wait a minute; you can't just go around barging into this office. Who do you think you are?" He turned around with a stern expression.

"I'm Bruce Wayne." Her mouth became slightly agape. He turned around and continued walking until he stopped in front of a large office. He knocked softly.

"Well gentlemen, would you like some coffee?"

"Coffee will be fine, thank you." He pushed the intercom button on his phone.

"Hillary, can you bring three coffees into my office, please?"

"Mr. Powers, there's something you might want to know…"

"Is this about my appointment tomorrow? That can wait."

"Mr. Powers…"

"Hillary, please just bring the coffee. Thank you." He hung up the phone abruptly and gave his two guests a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry about that. Now where were we?" He was interrupted by several knocks outside his door.

"Oh good, our coffee's here." He walked quickly to the door.

"Thank you, Hil, Bruce?" He took two steps backwards in shock. The old man gave him a small smile.

"David." He replied nodding his head and taking several steps into the doorway. The younger man wiped his brow nervously.

"What, what are you doing here?"

"Just decided that I'd stretch my legs a bit." David laughed nervously before continuing.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Mr. Bruce Wayne, the Chairman Emeritus of Wayne-Powers. Bruce, this is Paul Ogobi, the head of the largest ship-building firm in Kenya." The two men shook hands, and Wayne took this moment as a moment to size up the other man. He was fairly tall and slim with a dark brown complexion and graying hair.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ogobi."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wayne. I have heard much about you."

"Are you the Paul Ogobi who ran in the 1,600 meters in the Olympics that time ago?" The man laughed quietly.

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, that was in a different life. I'm flattered that you would remember such a thing." He pointed at David, chuckling. "These kids these days don't remember what the Olympics were like back when it meant something." Bruce chuckled.

"Yeah, kids these days." Ogobi pointed to the second man standing beside him.

"This is my assistant, Daniel Kibaki." The man stood up and shook hands with Wayne. He was very tall, much taller than Ogobi, with a light brown complexion and short hair. He also looked somewhat uncomfortable in a suit, and out of place in a corporate boardroom.

"Well if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'll just go and fetch that coffee." David excused himself from the room.

David Powers was cut from the same mold as his father and older brother before him. He could not have been happier at the demise of Paxton which meant that under the succession clause, he became the new CEO. Under his leadership, Wayne-Powers had actually boasted a fourth-quarter profit, much better than what that "foolish old man sitting in his office" could have done. That's what he liked to believe.

He stormed over to his secretary's desk.

"Hillary, why didn't you tell me that Bruce Wayne was coming?"

"I tried to sir but you interrupted me. And besides, I didn't even know that that was him." Powers brushed her off.

"Oh, never mind that. Where's the coffee?" She pointed to three large cups sitting in a tray. He grabbed the tray and hurried back towards his office, muttering incoherently.

"Dana?" The black-haired girl turned around and smiled at Max.

"Oh, hey, Max." She yawned and smiled.

"You look tired? Stay up all night with that essay?"

"Well, yeah a little. I, I met someone and we talked for a while."

"Oh, who was this 'someone' if you don't mind me asking?" Dana looked away.

"It's a new guy that I met." Max raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Let me get this straight. You just dumped Terry and now you've hooked up with somebody else on the rebound?" Dana held out her hand.

"It's not like that; I mean I don't really know him that well. We just talked. It was kind of nice to have someone who listens." Max smiled.

"So who is this great guy?"

"Well you wouldn't believe me, but it's…"

"Hello, ladies." Terry called out as he walked behind them.

"Oh, hey Terry."

"Terry." Dana replied curtly. He smiled.

"Hey, you're talking to me today. I guess I made some progress."

"Don't hold your breath, McGinnis." She smirked. "I just happen to be in a better mood today."

"Oh?"

"Yes. In fact, I met someone last night."

"I didn't know you were that desperate." Terry smiled. She shot him a look.

"Don't push your luck, Terry." She looked over at Max. "I've got to get to Chem. Lab. I'll tell you all about him later." She walked off quickly towards the end of the hall.

"Nice going, Terry." Max gave him a playful elbow.

"Hey, what did I do?"

"She was about to tell me who that guy was."

"Why do women love gossip?"

"Don't you want to know who you've been replaced with?" He chuckled.

"You don't have to ask Dana to find out who she was with last night." Max looked confused.

"What are you saying?"

"It was me." He said quietly staring straight ahead.

"Wait a minute. You were with her? How can that be?"

"I didn't say that I was the one she met with." Her eyes lit up with a sudden understanding.

"You didn't, McGinnis? Tell me you didn't do what I think you did." He smiled.

"Actually it wasn't my idea. Old man Wayne should get the credit." She sighed.

"You do realize that this whole thing could backfire?"

"I know. I'm willing to take the chance. Besides, she deserves it after all I've put her through."

"I hope you know what you're doing."

"Me too."

"So how was your day?" Terry asked as he changed into the suit.

"I had the pleasure of sitting in on a meeting with David Powers and a new business associate."

"How fun." The old man continued working on the computer.

"There's something about these new people that I don't like."

"Maybe, the fact that Powers associates with them is proof enough."

"Take a look at this." Wayne pointed to a picture on the screen. "This is Paul Ogobi, CEO of Ogobi Shipping, one of the largest ship building firms in Kenya." He then opened a new window. "And this is an Interpol report listing allegations against Ogobi Shipping for everything from gun-running to drug smuggling. All unproven at the moment."

"So this guy will ship anything for a price?"

"Looks like it." Terry scratched his head.

"What does he want in Gotham?"

"That's your job to find out. His ship is docked in the harbor; it's clearly labeled, and it's flying the Kenyan flag." Terry pulled his mask over his face.

"I'm on it."

She sighed as she painstakingly checked over each calculation. She hated chemistry.

She checked the clock on her desk. Midnight. One more hour until he came.

Why was she so nervous? It wasn't a date, and with Batman, it never could be a date. Just another dead-end relationship. Terry and now Batman; two by-products of a fascination with emotionally distant men.

12:01 A.M. 59 more minutes.

"Wayne."

"Go ahead." Terry crouched behind some large crates on the deck of the freighter.

"I'm on the ship. Ogobi has this place full of guards."

"You need to be a ghost. No bodies."

"You're taking away all my fun." The com-link went dead. He scanned the area and noticed a small trap-door on the other side of the deck. He turned on his invisibility and snuck carefully towards the door. The guards seemed to be distracted and didn't notice any sounds.

"This is too easy." He froze when he saw a guard walk towards him.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" The other man looked at his watch.

"One more hour."

"For what Ogobi pays us, this is not worth it."

"It is one more hour. Hang in there." The two of them continued walking off in the opposite direction. Terry waited until they were out of ear-shot before slowly opening the hatch. Luckily, the springs weren't rusty.

"All right, let's see what you have." He swung his legs over the edge and landed silently. He turned on the night vision goggles and scanned the area. There was nothing except more large crates labeled 'bananas'. He pried open a wooden board and peeked inside the crate. There was nothing. He got the same result with the other crates.

"Wayne, something's wrong here."

"What is it?"

"The only things here are empty crates. No guns. No drugs. Nothing."

"Look harder, McGinnis."

"I'm telling you, there's nothing here."

"Then why would there be so many guards?"

"I dunno maybe just for general security." He paused before continuing.

"Look, we may just have to wait and see what Ogobi's up to." The old man was silent.

"All right. You can come in when you're ready." The com-link went dead again. Terry looked at his watch, and sighed.

"I've got fifteen minutes."

She stared expectantly out her window and back at her clock.

12:55 A.M. Five more minutes before he was supposed to arrive.

Then again, she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't show. She was used to dates cut short and being stood up.

She stood up and opened the French doors leading to the balcony. She padded over and shivered a little in the cold night air. She pulled her white dressing gown closer to her body.

"Little cold tonight." She spun around towards the direction of the voice but found nobody.

"Where are you?" She jumped back when he turned off his invisibility.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's, that's pretty cool. You can turn invisible." He chuckled.

"Yeah, that's one of the perks." She looked at her watch.

"You're early."

"You seem surprised."

"My last boyfriend was pretty bad at keeping dates."

"Oh?" She shook her head while remembering.

"He would always call and cancel at the last minute, or he'd have to leave right in the middle. Sometimes he just didn't even show up when he said he would." He swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Maybe he had a good reason."

"The only reason he had was his job." She sighed.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't be burdening you with all my problems. I'm sure you've got enough problems without me."

"That's all right. I don't mind listening." They stood quietly for a while.

"What about you? Any significant others?"

"Not at the moment."

"Really? I thought there would be girls lining up to go out with the Batman." He chuckled.

"It's the whole time issue." He stared at the city. "I did have a girlfriend once."

"What happened?"

"We broke up; more accurately, she broke up with me. Too many missed dates on my part."

"I take it she didn't know your job."

"No." He turned towards her and stared at her intently. "She still doesn't." She was taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. He looked at his watch.

"I better go. Same time tomorrow night?"

"Yeah. Thanks for coming."

"My pleasure." She watched as he flew off into the night.

"That stare; it was as if he was trying to tell me something." She sighed.

"Who are you?"