I reentered the BatCave right after my patrol, still wondering how this date with Jason was going to work. My mind wasn't completely on the task at hand and I hadn't thought up a good lie to tell everyone tonight about a lack of Red Hood information. The entire purpose of my investigation was to do simply that – investigate. If I didn't start thinking things up to report that projected us further, Bruce would take me off the case and take it upon himself; something I did not want for risk of Jason being revealed or bigger risk of Jason killing Bruce.

As I got off my bike and walked up the steps to the monitors, I noticed Marcella was still focused on her earpiece and Alfred was busily typing away. He was clearly helping Barbara with some hacking job. I went and opened my case. There were a few spare batarangs, a spare pair of gloves and a keypad that when the correct code was entered would produce a new suit that Alfred had in the prototype stage and didn't want me to see. I took my cape off and my cowl and hung them on their appropriate hooks. Unbuckling my utility belt, I placed a few of the spare batarangs in their slots and hung that as well.

"Need a zip?" Marcella asked as she approached me. I turned to look at her in her flowing green skirt and black button down shirt. The idea was almost instant.

"A zip... and potentially a favor?" I mumbled, pulling my hair to rest over my right shoulder.

"Oh boy, what type of favor?" She asked as she went behind me and unzipped my suit. I slid through the fabrics and looked at her, my tank top damp with sweat marks.

"A fashion type favor. My... friend wants to meet up for lunch... dinner... tomorrow and I need something nice to wear." I explained, realizing that Jason still hadn't told me where we were going. How nice was I supposed to dress? He only said to dress nicely... nothing more.

"Is this a guy friend? It sounds like a guy friend." Marcella questioned, crossing her arms as I sat down on the floor and unbuckled my boots.

"It's a friend, Marcella. Can you dress me up or not?"

"Goodness, all you Bats with the mystery." She joked and realized I wasn't laughing. "Oh, sure why the fuck not. I'll come over early tomorrow morning with some things I don't wear anymore." She smiled and went to go back to the monitors.

"Oh! Marcella!" I shouted a little too loudly. She turned, looking startled. "Don't tell Dick. He gets protective and I don't want him knowing too much. The less questions the better." I requested. She nodded with a smile and sat back down in her seat, getting back to work.

I placed my boots in the case and shimmied out of the tight suit, placing it in its proper grove in the case and shut the door. Picking up my sweatpants that I left on the table next to the cases, I slid and hopped into the fabric as I pulled it up my legs. Shifting my eyes to look at the monitors, I noticed that the night was pretty quiet and that everyone else would be back soon enough.

"Hey Alfred?" I approached. He turned his head and looked at me.

"Miss Lewis, is everything okay?" He questioned.

"Oh! Yes, I just wanted to report because I'd like to take a bath and Dick takes forever in the bathroom. Trying to get the opportunity first." I smiled.

"How many bathrooms are in this place?" Marcella laughed. I looked at her and placed my hands on my hips.

"The bathroom I like has the big bathtub. And Dick always tries to use that one so I want to beat him to it." I explained as Marcella laughed more. Alfred chuckled and nodded.

"What's the report then? Anything on him at all?"

"The guy is a mystery." I lied. "I'm trying to get close and be sneaky but it's hard." He nodded and dismissed me, but not before asking if I needed a billion different things for my bath. Denying everything, insisting I knew where it all was, he smiled and returned to his work.

I took the elevator out of the BatCave and walked through the manor to the other side, where my room was. I went in and picked out a fresh pair of pajama shorts with a pink plaid pattern and an oversized black t-shirt. With my clothes in hand, I looked around my room before leaving to the bright bathroom. The floor and walls were all white tiles with shiny flecks of silver on the surface. There were two sinks that you could probably fit a small child in, a shower that you could fit the entire Batman crew in and a bath that could most likely fit six of me.

Stripping down from the clothes I was wearing, I set the lights to dim on the controls and started up the hot water as it began to fill the tub. My muscles were on fire since starting the most physical job in the world, so I threw a heaping amount of Epsom salt into the water along with some eucalyptus oil to relieve all the stress that came with it. Since Jason had come back, my mind was constantly racing and although on the outside I seemed relaxed, I never was.

When the water filled the bathtub halfway, I stepped in and sat down, letting the water fill the rest. I scrubbed my hair with shampoo and conditioner and ran my head under the faucet like I used to at the orphanage. Old habits don't really die. Then, I grabbed a pouf from the side and some apple smelling body wash and began to clean my body, noticing a new bruise with every scrub. After I finished cleaning myself, I let the pouf soak in the water and turned off the faucet and relaxed my body.

So many thoughts went through my head; like how could I continue to keep Jason this huge secret? It didn't feel right to keep this from everyone, especially Bruce who had given me so much since I've been here. How could I keep this secret from Alfred, the man who takes care of this group of people he loves dearly, yet silently mourns for Jason. What about Barbara? What about Dick? He could always be welcome back but what if he really is too far gone?

I sat in the bath water until my fingers began to wrinkle and decided that was my time to step out. I pulled the drain on the bath and dried myself off before putting on my pajamas, tying my wet hair in a bun and placing the dirty clothes down the hamper chute. I brushed my teeth, did my skin routine and left the bathroom to my room.

"You look like a leopard." Dick remarked, walking towards the bathroom I had just left.

"And here I thought we were bats!" I turned on my heel to look at him, crossing my arms in the process.

"Eventually, your body will get used to it. You're doing great, Hai. Bruce is always going to be a little on the fence, but we're all really proud of you." He smiled. I smiled back.

"Thank you. Now go shower. You smell, and I want to sleep." I laughed as he rolled his eyes and went to my room, closing and locking the door behind me.

Everything was the same as I had left it, except on my bed there was a small piece of paper with an address on it. 626 New Gotham Avenue. 6:00. Dress nice. I arched my brow and looked up the address on my phone. It was an Italian place named Silvio's. Not super fancy, but not a jeans and a t-shirt type of place either. I'd have to really look through Marcella's choices, and I may need to have her do my makeup to cover up the bruises and my almost healed black eye as well as drive me to the place. I shook my head and placed the paper on my side table before laying down to fall asleep.

The sun shone into my room around seven and I did not want to wake up. My body was sore, but not as sore as it had been the first few days. I checked my phone to see if I had any messages and to just kill time so I could stay in bed. Marcella had sent me a text when she got home the night before telling me she'd be here at ten with a few good outfits, her makeup bag and shoes, just because she felt me wearing sneakers wouldn't be appropriate. I knew I'd get questions from her today so I sighed and checked some news websites since I hadn't stayed around for the report of the night.

Two-Face was captured by Tim and put into Arkham. He'd go on trial in a month. Blüdhaven news was always sporadic so I'd just have to ask Dick about what happened. They'd never mention anything about Joker or his men while Joker was put away in hopes that the world would forget about him. No one ever forgot about him, but no words of his escape were anywhere.

I hopped out of bed at nine and went downstairs where Alfred was finishing making pancakes and Dick was finishing up eating about three or four of them. Bruce was sitting at the island in the kitchen next to Dick and finishing a cup of coffee, ready to go to Wayne Enterprises once he finished. Tim was looking at his phone, drinking a cup of coffee as he stared at the screen. I took a seat next to Dick and grabbed a plate from the middle of the island.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Dick elbowed me, his mouth full of pancakes. I shook my head and laughed tiredly.

"Good morning, slob." I responded, hearing Tim let out a quiet chuckle. Alfred walked over and put some fresh pancakes on my plate and turned the stovetop off.

"Did you have a nice sleep, Miss Lewis?" He asked and I nodded as I took some pieces of bacon from the plate on the island and placed them on my plate, taking a bite of one.

As I ate my breakfast, Alfred drove Bruce over to Wayne Enterprises, Tim retreated to his room to get some more sleep and Dick waited for me to finish. I checked the time just as there was a knock at the door and Dick left to answer. I knew it was Marcella and I hoped Dick wouldn't question it too much as to why she was here so early.

"So all those boxes are for you?" Dick poked his head into the kitchen as I finished putting my plate in the sink and rinsed it off so Alfred had less to do.

"Maybe." I smiled as I dried my hands and walked into the main room, looking at the three boxes of clothes Marcella has brought and a huge case of makeup.

"If it means anything, one of these boxes is half shoes. The rest you can keep though. I don't wear any of it anymore." She said, placing her hands on her hips with a sigh of relief as if she was happy to get rid of them.

"Wait. Keep? Marcella, I just asked to borrow an outfit." I responded.

"Borrow for what?" Dick crossed his arms.

"I'm meeting up with a friend I met while I was in the orphanage. No more questions!" I said, looking over at him. He held his hands up in response and backed away.

"Down, tiger. I'll just go workout. Have fun." He said before giving Marcella a kiss and walking in the direction of the gym area in the manor. I looked back at Marcella and sat down on one of the sofas.

"Really though. You can keep them. They're mostly professional clothes so just incase Bruce makes you go anywhere. There are some nice dresses just to go out in, but yeah." She said as I began looking through the boxes.

We looked through the boxes for a while, putting together potential outfit ideas. Alfred had returned home and provided us with drinks as we searched. We put together three classy casual outfits. The first was a green, fitted top with a black pencil skirt and some black wedges. The second was a black, flowing dress with some black flats. The third was a red bodycon dress with some black lace details and black pumps.

"What do you think?" Marcella asked, looking through her box of makeup to find things that worked with each outfit. We'd been at this for a few hours and now I only had two hours until I needed to meet Jason.

"He'd like the red one. He likes red." I said and sat in front of her so she could do my makeup.

Marcella had already done my hair as we looked through the boxes. She straightened it and made two little braids on each side and crossed them over so they looked like I was wearing a headband. She began putting makeup on my face. I wasn't used to getting anything done, so I didn't know what each thing was. Marcella was in her glory though. It seemed as if she never had free time or an off day. She directed me well. I closed my eyes when she told me to. I tilted and turned my head when she asked. I puckered my lips and made weird fish faces when the time was needed.

"Alright, go change. Don't look in the mirror! And don't touch your face. Be careful. Go, go!" She said eagerly, sending me into an empty room to change.

I took my clothes off and slipped the dress on over my body. I'd need her to zip it, so I bent down to place the shoes on my feet and did my best to try to zip the dress up a little. When I came out of the bathroom, she was waiting and I turned so she could zip up the dress and button the top button. I turned and looked at her.

"Well?"

"Well what? Go see for yourself now." She said as we walked to a tall mirror in the main hall and the sight was shocking. "You, Hailee Anne Lewis, look fucking amazing." Marcella smiled at me in the reflection and I smiled back. She handed me a small black bag and looked at her watch with widened eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"We only have fifteen minutes to get you there! Let's go! I'll drive." She panicked, rushing us to her car outside. "Tell your friend we'll maybe a few minutes late." Marcella said as she drove off the Wayne Manor property and into Gotham City.

"Uh, yeah..." I said, pretending to text Jason on my phone. Truth was, I didn't have his number. He'd just hopefully not leave. We pulled up to the restaurant where and I let out a sigh. Was I ready for this? Was this really about to happen?

"You're going to be fine, Hailee. If this person doesn't drive you home, just text me and I'll come get you so Alfred doesn't ask anything either, okay?" She held my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. I nodded and opened the door. "Have fun!" She called as I closed the door and she began to drive off.

I approached the restaurant and looked around at the busy area. New Gotham Avenue wasn't a horrible area. We were actually in a nicer place, but I was ten minutes late and I didn't know if Jason would have run off thinking I ditched him. I sighed and walked up the sidewalk and over to Silvio's, avoiding people in my way. As I got to the door, I saw someone emerge from the alleyway. He wore black boots, black pants that could pass for nice and a black button down that was rolled up to his forearms. The white streak in his hair stood out as did the astonished look on his face.

"Whoa."

A/N: So, it's been about 2 years since I even thought about updating this story, and in that time, you've constantly read and favorited this story, so I decided to give a go at trying again. From this point, there may be a few things inconsistent as I don't even remember where I was going with this, but please leave a review and let me know what you think of this being back!