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Hey there, lovelies! I'm going back and editing Never Met a Girl Like You Before! I'm really excited (because I've matured greatly in my writing) and I hope you enjoy the somewhat improved story. Trust me, no HUGE changes, I swear. :3

Disclaimer: Don't own Bats and all that jazz-tastic stuff.

Enjoy!

Our office was small. Only large enough for two medium sized desks, the accompanying chairs, and two filing cabinets. On one of said filing cabinets sat a small television set, brought here by myself, from my apartment. It was this TV that I was watching, my bare feet propped up on the top of my desk. I allowed a groan to escape my lips as I moved my feet to the floor.

"Blah, blah, blah, Batman, Batman, Batman. Jesus, he's all you ever hear on the news anymore! Batman saved this, he helped these people! Honestly!" I hissed. Michelle glanced over, looking up from her papers.

"Something the matter, Eve? Are you not into the vigilante types?" she asked, giggling afterward, covering her mouth with an insurance form.

"No. I'm more into the businessman type," I said, smiling as a certain brunette strutted by, acting as though he owned the place.

Which he did.

Michelle's giggle grew louder, filling the office. I glared at her.

"If I were you, and thank the heavens I'm not…"

"'Hey."

"IF I were you, I would steer very, very clear of Mister Wayne. He's not a suitable target for those little love arrows of yours," she said.

"Dear Michelle. I have sent several arrows his way already. Wayne, apparently, has some sort of anti-flirt guard or bubble around him," I said, frowning. My friend's eyes lit up, her brain suddenly sparking an idea.

"Well, Eve, Mister Wayne's birthday's in a few days," she began, tapping the end of her pencil against her lips thoughtfully.

"And?"

"Why not go?"

"Excellent idea! While I'm there, maybe I can slip something in his drink, then molest him in the parlor! Oh Michelle, what would I ever do without you?"

I laughed. She didn't.

"I'm serious, Eve. Why not go? It'd be a good chance to get to know him better, and maybe that anti-flirt guard will drop a little," said Michelle. I scoffed, turning my attention back out the door. Sadly enough, Wayne's toned ass was just vanishing around the corner. I sighed, pouting as I leaned back in my chair, looking over to Michelle.

"Well, since my target has just gone AWOL, why not catch me up on the latest gossip, Michelle?" I asked. A smile crossed her face, her eyes lighting up.

Ever since we were younger, Michelle had always known the latest gossip. Who hooked up with who; who broke who's heart; where the hottest parties where; where the cutest guys were hanging out. More recently, however, Michelle had been listening to the cops of Gotham (discreetly, of course) and picking up some very, very interesting information.

"Alright!" she cheered. "Okay, so I heard that Sergeant Gordon of the GCPD was tracking a new villain a few days ago, on top of Falcone."

"Whoa, whoa. I thought Falcone had been captured by Batman," I interrupted.

"He had been. However, according to Gordon anyway, someone busted him out of jail."

Oh yeah. Very, very interesting.

"What else?"

"Well, apparently this new villain was caught and being held at Arkham Asylum, down in the Narrows, y'know? He broke out. Now this crazy is running amok around Gotham, calling himself 'Joker' or something like it. To hear Sergeant Gordon babble on about him it sounds like this guy could be a tough match for Batman," she concluded.

"Jesus christ that's some serious shit," I mused. Michelle nodded, then shook her head back and forth. She leaned in closer to me.

"I've got something else," she whispered.

"T.S?"

"Way T.S."

"Ooh goody," I said, smiling.

"This guy showed up not too long ago, asking for Mister Wayne. Said his name was ghoul, or something like it. I didn't catch that part very well. Anyway, when the receptionist told him Mister Wayne wasn't here, this 'ghoul' decided to leave a message," said Michelle.

"Pfft. This doesn't sound odd at all," I said. Well, the 'ghoul' part did, but parents named their kids some damned weird things nowadays.

"Want to know the message? I heard that much," she asked. I nodded. "'We're in Gotham, Bruce.'"

"Yet again, not odd at all.," I sighed.

"You didn't see the guy!" Michelle burst out suddenly. "He just LOOKED like a villain! Three other guys followed him when he left. They were all dressed in black, and looked incredibly mean! Like, if you crossed their path at the wrong time, they'd just kill you! They were really spooky looking!" She gesticulated wildly with her arms. "Like, take the scariest guy you've ever seen, multiply that by ten and you've got these guys. They looked like they walked straight out of a horror film!"

"Hun, you just described HALF of Gotham!" I said, then laughed. "Not very T.S."

"Ah, but you did not see Mister Wayne's face when he heard the message, particularly who it was from. He looked between shocked, angered, and scared!" she said.

"A triple emotion attack, oh no! Call an ambulance! Those are really rare and fatal!" I chided, with a small snicker..

"I'm dead serious! He looked ready to shit himself!" she snapped, nearly shouting now.

"Who did?" a familiar male's voice came from the doorway. We both whipped around.

"Oh! Hi, Mister Fox!" I said happily, standing and smiling. I stretched out my hand, taking his in mine.

"Good morning, ladies," he said, leaning on my desk. I stayed standing a moment longer, then took my seat once more. "Want to share who you two were talking about earlier?" he asked. Michelle looked to me, and I looked to Mister Fox.

Now, I know Mister Fox and Wayne know each other pretty well. I don't think I want him knowing what Michelle and myself were talking about. Especially not the fact that Michelle had been eavesdropping on everything and even knew what was going on.

"Our apologies, Mister Fox. It's really T.S.," I said. He looked quizzical.

"T.S.?" he asked. Michelle and I laughed.

"Top secret," .we answered simultaneously.

"Ah. I see," he said, nodding and grinning.

"Oh look! Here he comes again!" I cooed, leaning past Mister Fox to look out the doorway. Wayne was passing by again, and I swooned.

"And now there's no hope of speaking to her." Michelle sighed. I however, and tuned everything out except those thoughts that flitted about in my mind. These turned to what my green eyes were picking up. It appeared to be a slight blotch of red, just beneath Wayne's jacket.

His shirt was not, nor was it ever, red.

I stood quickly, not bothering to say a word to Mister Fox or Michelle, and ran out after Wayne. My feet were still bare, which I painfully noticed on the cold marble, and they made zero noise as I pursued the man. There was no logical thought in my head at the moment, only that which told me to make no noise as I chased Wayne towards the men's room. I felt like someone from a James Bond movie. Except I didn't have a garrote wire and I wasn't about to kill someone. I slipped into the bathroom behind Wayne, quiet as a snake across silk.

As I closed myself into a stall, much more stealthily than I normally was, the door to the restroom opened. Mister Fox stood there, looking around. I quickly climbed on top of the toilet, so my painted toenails couldn't be seen. That would have been awkward and very, very bad.

"Hello, Bruce," he greeted. I peeked in-between the stall door and the frame, watching as Wayne kept his bloody spot concealed. "You haven't seen Evelyn, have you?" Mister Fox questioned. I watched as Bruce shook his head.

"Not today. I don't think she'd be in here either," Wayne replied gesturing with the hand not holding his jacket closed at the stalls. I laughed silently behind my hand. I stared back through my little peep hole, waiting until Mister Fox and Wayne had finished conversing, talking about any number of menial things. As soon as Mister Fox left, I straightened, peering over the stall.

Wayne was taking off his jacket, suspenders and tie. I watched with wide, adoring eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt.

His bleeding, albeit gauzed, wound was not the first thing to catch my eye. What did first was the large yellow and blue bruise on his upper shoulder on his back. I winced just looking at it. My eyes, however, settled on his bleeding wound. I watched as he took the gauze off, wiping at the blood with a paper towel. I heard him curse more than once. Then he turned to where I couldn't see as well. To remedy this issue, I moved slightly.

Terrible idea.

My bare foot slipped into the toilet bowl, and I pitched forward into the stall door with a shriek. The hinges did not like the sudden weight and gave way, sending the door, and myself, tumbling to the ground. I was quick to scramble under into the next stall before the door opened, revealing Mister Fox, yet again.

"Jesus, Bruce. What happened?" he asked as I clambered onto the toilet to remain hidden, holding the stall door closed with one hand. I was breathing hard and sure that I'd give myself away with my heartbeat as it pounded in my chest.

"Just an accident, Mister Fox. I got careless while I was spelunking," Wayne replied, not missing a beat. I rolled my eyes at his excuse, but it seemed to quell Mister Fox's fears of something far worse.

"And the door?" the man asked. Wayne shrugged.

"Faulty screws, I guess. I'll be sure to tell Mister Earle about it," he replied, smiling.

"Do you need any help with that?" Mister Fox inquired, pointing at Wayne's wound. The latter shook his head, assuring he had it under control. Mister Fox, seemingly satisfied now, left.

"You plan on coming out?" Wayne called after a brief second. I dropped down from the toilet and pulled open the stall door. "Any reason you were spying on me?"

"Well, you were bleeding and all. I guess I was just, y'know, a little concerned for your health," I said, staring at the tiled floor a moment. I looked up to meet his gaze. "Seeing you shirtless, on the other hand, was a definite plus." A horrible long pause filled the space between us and I tried to keep my eyes off of Wayne's chest.

"I'd appreciate it if you left." His voice was cold. I closed my eyes a moment, then headed toward the door. I turned back to see him dabbing at his wound again.

"Y'know, that doesn't look like the kind of wound you'd get while spelunking," I said, then opened the door and disappeared into the corridor.