A/N: This is my first story in the Nolaverse, so please bear with me. I have BatChild to thank in part for this story. Reading In the Shadow of the Bat, got my wheels turning again and not only inspired the basis for this story but also broke my insane writer's block that I've had for my other ongoing story. Nothing in the Nolanverse is mine, except for Georgie and company. Enjoy!

I've always been invisible to others. When I was younger, I hated it, craving the attention of my parents, teachers, and peers. After so many years though, I'd grown to accept it and even relish it.

Being born into a family that placed more value on wealth and privilege than character and self worth had made me stick out like a sore thumb. My mother was forever chastising me for not attempting to gain a foothold in Gotham society. "Georgiana Alexandra Swift, if you don't start looking for a beau, you will end up an old maid you know!" She seemed to be under the impression that marriage was the only highlight that my life could ever possibly have. I just ignored her and continued my quiet quest to earn my Master's degree in Literature and English. I think she thought once I was done pursuing my "hobby", as she called it, I would see things her way and come around. When I finally landed a job as a public librarian, I honestly thought she was going to disown me.

My father was never around and when he was, he tended to forget I was there. Not hard to do, it seemed. He, like my mother, had an overinflated ego because he was a minor noble from England. Our ancestors had been granted lands and estates hundreds of years ago but the only thing my father had to show for it was being able to be called Lord Roger Swift. My mother did relish being called Lady Victoria Swift and sometimes I wondered if she'd only married my father for the title it gave her.

My only sister Penny was just about the only family I actually talked to once my graduation had passed. Two years younger than I, she was the darling debutante daughter my parents had always wished I would be. Outgoing as a social butterfly could be, she thrived in the same atmosphere that had stifled me for so many years. Looking at us, you wouldn't think we were related. From my father, I had inherited a light complexion and a short, slight build, though a tad more curves. My mother had given me her thick, wavy brunette hair and deep brown eyes. Penelope had golden blond hair and the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Tall and thin, she could easily grace the pages of a magazine or Page 6. My parents doted on her in a way they had never done for me. We got along despite it all.

When I took the job at Wayne Enterprises, my sister was shocked. Penny had always thought I would never relinquish my solitude and that my aversion to large public gatherings had to do with my introversion rather than my singular dislike for most of the people she and my parents gathered around.

"Georgie! Are you serious? Wayne Enterprises? You know that means you'll be surrounded by a lot of people right? I mean, you really think you're up for it?" Penny had said with disbelief and skepticism.

I smiled at her. "I'll be working down in Archives, away from the crush of people and almost completely by myself. I think I'll be just fine."

In truth, my inability to draw attention to myself had made me more at peace with my solitude. I could go to a coffee shop to sit and read and no one would interrupt me, unlike others that I would see there.

The position of Archives Director sounded right up my alley, when Josh had pitched it my way. He was Head of Security for Wayne Enterprises and had been my only friend since childhood. He had been trying to get me a better paying job with a better location from the minute that I had started working at the Gotham City Public Library. It wasn't in the best neighborhood and he always worried about me going home at night.

I thought back to my interview with Lucius Fox. I hadn't expected the CEO of the company to be interviewing me but when he said he was temporarily filling the Archives Director position, it made more sense.

"Ms. Swift, I presume you are wondering why I am interviewing you and not the outgoing Archives Director. The current Director quit after being informed that Wayne Enterprises is moving to become completely electronic with our records and part of that involves inputting all the files in Archives into the database."

My eyebrows rose slightly. "That sounds like quite the undertaking."

"Indeed it is, which is why we are looking for someone to start right away and who doesn't mind doing data entry along with the rest of yo- their duties." He stopped himself but I allowed myself a small smile as I realized he had already made up his mind about me.

"Mr. Fox, I am quite adept at a computer and have no problem with data entry. My references can vouch for that."

"You would be the only person in your department, you understand? This will take you several weeks, if not months, to finish…" His voice trailed off as a real smile broke across my face.

"Mr. Fox, I have been alone for most of my life and I have come to think of solitude as my constant companion. I think that I will do exactly the job you need me to. Now, when do I start?"

"As soon as possible." Lucius looked relieved and it wasn't until I started work that I truly understood why.

I slapped a hand to my buzzing alarm clock, next to the bed, silencing it for the moment. Getting up and going about my morning routine, I felt a tension in my steps, my movements. It took a moment for me to realize it for what it was – excitement. I was looking forward to this new job.

I was just putting my thick, brunette locks up into a practical bun behind my head, when I heard the buzzer for the front door of my apartment building. "Hey G, you ready to go yet?" Josh's baritone floated to my ears and I smiled.

Running over, I pressed my finger to the reply button. "Come on up, Josh!" I unlocked my door on the way back to my bedroom and continued pinning my hair up. I had just placed the last pin when my door opened. My best friend stood just inside the threshold, looking dapper in his security uniform.

"You aren't done yet? I could hear the exasperation in his voice.

I smiled. "Just finished, complainer. Let's go!" I grabbed my purse and we were off to Wayne Enterprises.

After Josh had given me a perfunctory tour, he dropped me off in Archives. For such a small department, you wouldn't think it would have the largest office space but you'd be wrong. The room was huge, stretching so far that I couldn't even see the back of the room. Orderly rows of filing cabinets filled the majority of the space except for the wall nearest the entrance that had workbenches running the length of it.

Paperwork was strewn all over the workbenches. It looked like they had been without an archivist for a long while. Sighing, I set my bag down next to the closest workbench and fired up the computer sitting on top.

Humming to myself, I was just thinking a radio would be nice when I heard a voice behind me. "So you're the new archivist."

I froze where I stood, my heartbeat kicking up a few notches. I knew that voice. For all my loathing of grand galas and pristine parties, I had still attended a few and even after all this time, I remembered his voice.

I swallowed hard and turned around.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne." A nervous smile pasted itself on my face as I stared at the man who had only to lift his pinky finger in public and the papers and tabloids would come running.

"Good luck with inputting all of this into the database. Someone has to do it." He gestured to the seemingly endless rows of filing cabinets. "I just had to stop by and grab something for a board meeting."

I nodded quickly, not moving from where I stood. My mouth felt like the Sahara and I darted my tongue out to moisten my lips. "Sounds good."

Bruce Wayne looked at me oddly as he made his way towards the door. "I've got to be going. Like I said, good luck."

And then he was gone.

My knees began shaking as I turned around. My first thought was he hadn't recognized me; my next thought was thank god. My invisibility had done its job. Squaring my shoulders and straightening my spine, I pulled out the email Lucius had sent the previous day with my username and temporary password and logged in to the computer.

Time to get to work.