The club was quiet, unusually, quiet.

Then there she was.

Go get your ribbon box
Go get your wounded heart
Seeing spiders, I'm told they never lie.
Go get your brother love
Go get your losing head
Seeing fire, I'm told it never burns.

Annie Alyss was a nightclub singer, at a place called Monroe.

Then Annie woke up.

It took her a full three minutes to convince herself that she had been dreaming, that there was no Monroe, and she wasn't a renouned nightclub singer.

She was a secretary, Bruce Wayne's secretary.

She hated it.

"Annie, you'll tell Mister Wayne about our appointment later today, won't you."

Annie looked up from her desk and smiled at Lucius Fox.

"Yes sir Mr. Fox, I'll tell him."

Lucius raised an Eyebrow.

"You know if he's late you'll be fired."

Annie paled.

Lucius smiled.

"Lighten up kid, I'm only joking."

Annie smiled.

"I know Mr. Fox, but joking is a dangerous thing."

He shook his head slightly.

"I'll keep that in mind, goodbye Annie."

He started to walk to the elevator.

"Goodbye sir."

The elevator closed.

Annie sighed.

"Go get your ribbon box."

She started singing the jazz club song and picked up her receiver.

"Speed Dial 1." She said to herself.

"Go get your wounded heart., seeing spiders I'm told they nev-"

"Hello?" and English accent said over the line.

"Good Morning, Mr. Pennyworth, is Mr. Wayne awake?"

"Ah, he is Miss Alyss, would you like to speak to him?" Alfred was basically Annie's only link to Bruce at home. If the situation as dire, she would show up at his apartment.

"Oh I would, but directly after this I have to gather details with Mr. Lao."

"Oh, So we're on a tight schedual?"

Annie grimaced.

"I'm afraid so."

She could picture Alfred nodding over at the other end of the line.

"Don't worry, miss, I'll send him on."

She smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth."

"Anytime, miss, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

She hung up.

"speed dial eight."

It rang four times.

The voice on the other end was raspy and growling.

"You have an hour until your boss gets there, you want to come with?"

She sighed.

"Andy, you know I can't do that, and-how did you know that just called my boss?"
Andy mumbled a laugh,

"Because I know you."

Annie was not amused.

"Look I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being an accessory to a high profile robbery."

She tapped a pencil on her desk.

"Will you stop tapping that pencil and come with me."

Her eyes widened and she stared at the pencil.

"No."

"Aw, come on baby think about your book."

The book was Annie's baby, IT was called Baton Rouge Bang, it was a gothic voodoo love story/bank robbery novel, and she wanted it to be accurate.

Annie bowed her head, because she knew that she'd been beat.

"I hate you, Andy."

"So your coming?"

"…yes." All Annie could think about was her job, it was hard to be a powerful man's secretary from jail.

"You're a hostage, now meet me at the entrance of you building. I love you baby."

He hung up.

Annie jotted down all the information about Lao down, put up her out to breakfast sign and grabbed her coat.

As she entered the Elevator her mind began flashing:

STOP TAKE SOME TIME TO THINK!

YOU'LL GO TO JAIL

IT'LL GO WRONG

YOU'LL DIE

Annie silenced the Carnival Barker known as her conseince and walked out the elevator.

I wonder how I know it's him.

A horn sounded half a block down.

Annie sighed.

That's him.