A man and woman walking down an alley with there young son when a man emerged from the shadows holding the small but wealthy family at gunpoint.  He demanded money and jewelry from the man and woman.  The man complied by handing over his wallet and watch.  The gunman turned on the woman demanding her jewelry.  He husband stepped in between.  Then there were to flashes of light accompanied by the sounds of gunshots.<br/>(http://artstormfineart.com/Clampett/originals/Full%20Size/053-rcs1503.jpg)<br/><br/>Bruce opened his eyes and was in a big soft chair he had installed in the batcave when Donna had taken his mantel as Gotham's Dark Knight.  He had been trying to get in contact with Donna for a little while now and with no success.  This probably meant that she was on one of her escapades with Catwoman.  These were encounters that no matter how many times he warned her against he was quite sure they wouldn't stop.  He was beginning to sympathize with how Alfred must have felt when he would meet up with the original Catwoman.  Ahhh Selina.  Brice sat back and reflected on his history with her and began to wonder what had happened to her, and how he wished things would have been different.<br/><br/>Bruce sat there a few more minuets trying to contact Batwoman then just relaxed in his chair resorting to the fact that she would check in when she was done like she always did.  He watched monitors and listened to police scanners seeing that it was a relatively quiet night for Gotham City.  He was amazed sometimes at the similarities between his time as Batman and Donna's as Batwoman.  An older keeper to assist, an intriguing affair with a one time nemesis, and a police commissioner competent enough to clean the streets.<br/><br/>He moved from his chair into a small lab he hadn't shown Donna yet and again set to work like he did almost every night he had to himself.  Working on upgrades to her suit or equipment and little side projects he had more of a personal interest in.