AN: Sorry this has taken so long, its been a hellish few months. But I am FREEEEEEE!!! No more college (hopefully) -- so enjoy!!!

Sacrifices Chapter 2:

He gently placed a drop of the substance known as the Crimson Blood onto the slide, then ever so gently placed it into the computer to be scanned.

The only thing that he had come up with so far was that what ever the liquid was made of was primarily organic. But so far, nothing else was known about it. Maybe this scan will tell him something.

What he really needed was the autopsy results of the gangsters that had died from this stuff.

Alfred cleared his throat at the top of the stairs to the Batcave. Bruce turned to look at him.

"Yes Alfred?"

"Ms. Douglas and her nephew are here."

"I will be up in a few minutes."

Alfred nodded and left the Batcave.


Bruce buttoned the last button on his shirt as he practically walked into Alfred in the hallway.

"Where are they?" he asked.

"In the living room."

"Thanks Alfred," he said walking on.

As he approached the living room, he could hear Sara and her nephew talking. He didn't want to disturb them, so he let them finish their conversation first. He stood in the doorway and listened.

"Aunt Sara I don't like my new school."

"Why?"

"Because no one likes me."

"Just give it some more time Jason. I promise everything will be better. Plus I had to change schools when I was younger too."

"Did you like it?"

"Not really. But everything did get better."

"I guess I will try."

"Plus its not forever," Sara said brushing the hair from Jason's face. "Soon you will be home with mommy and daddy."

As Bruce watched from around the corner, something about Sara struck him. And he couldn't quite explain it. And it was very odd, even for him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said entering the room. He sat down in a chair next to the couch where Sara and Jason were sitting.

"It's fine," she said, taking a portfolio out of her briefcase. "We were a bit later because of Jason's homework."

"Sorry," Jason softly said.

"It's alright," Bruce said. "Let's finish talking about those plans of yours before dinner."


After dinner and Jason falling asleep on the couch, Sara decided to call it a night. Even though once she and Bruce had finished talking about the plans for Wayne Media, they ended up talking about their childhoods among other things. Well mainly Sara's childhood.

"Thank you for dinner," she said after Bruce had softly put a sleeping Jason into her car.

"I enjoyed it," Bruce said. "Plus you have great ideas for Wayne Media."

"Thanks," she said as she got into her car.

Part of him didn't want her to leave. All he wanted was to spend more time with her. He hadn't felt like this for someone in a long time. That was when he remembered something.

"There is a circus coming to town this weekend. The show on Friday night is for charity and I have some extra tickets. Would you and Jason like to go with me?" he asked before he shut her car door.

"Sure," she said smiling.

She told him thank you for dinner once again before she and Jason left.

Bruce stood there and watched her tail lights disappear down the driveway. There was just something about her he couldn't place.


After she had Jason put to bed for the night, Sara ran back down to her car to get her briefcase out of it so she could work on a few things.

She was getting back into the elevator when a hand stopped the doors from shutting. Sara looked up from her notes to see a tall, slender gentleman getting into the elevator. He was wearing a hat and a long trench coat.

She acknowledged him then looked back down at her notes. They had gone up about 3 stories before the elevator suddenly stopped. Sara looked up to see the gentleman pushing the stop button on the elevator's panel.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?" Sara asked a bit angry.

"You are a very hard person to track down, Ms. Douglas," he said, turning to look at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Is your father not Jackson Douglas?"

"He was my stepfather." Sara said. "But he died."

"All the better," the gentleman said reaching into his trench coat. He pulled out a large manila envelope and handed it to her.

"Read these then I will be in contact again," the man said starting the elevator again. Sara briefly scanned the papers. It was about some sort of secret Russian governmental experiment.

The elevator stopped at the next floor and he got off. "Remember I will contact you in a few days."

The doors shut and Sara didn't do a thing but stare down at the pages in her hands.

They listed her stepfather as a Russian spy.