Disclaimer: I don't even want to own Batman, too much copyright shit.

A/N: You can berate me for not updating in your review. I promise, I won't take offense. It's just real life was totally making me its bitch for the past few weeks. Between school and finding another job (did I mention I got fired?) it's been hell.

At least you can enjoy this though…


+Chapter Eight+

An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time...
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go,
Here I go again...- Whitesnake "Here I Go Again"


December 19, 2006

"Pay attention." Bruce said to his ward. He was teaching Mitchie some different fighting techniques; so far she was as good as useless in a scuffle. Her movements were jerky and unsure, and her eyes were almost always closed. Mitchie held her hand up to her face, "I'm trying. Just don't hit me!"

Bruce sighed, returning to an offensive stance, "I'm not doing this training to hurt you. Now c'mon," he tapped his chiseled jaw line, "hit me."

Mitchie grinned, "With pleasure." Lunging, the next thing she knew she was on her back with Bruce looking down on her. Groaning, she turned onto her side, "Owie."

Bruce chuckled, helping her to her feet, "You have to watch the world around you Mitchie. Not just your opponent."

Mitchie pulled her dark hair into a high ponytail, she and Bruce had been training for hours! It was cold in the batcave during the winter. The water had frozen and Mitchie was sure she'd seen a polar bear skulking around somewhere.

"Do I look like freaking Rocky to you?" she moaned, "I'm cold!" her breath hanging in the freezing air. Bruce shook his head, "Rub your chest, your arms will take care of themselves."

Mitchie did as she was told and tried to rub her chest, but did so awkwardly, considering she had boobs and Bruce was watching.

"Try again." Bruce said, ignoring her whining. If she wanted to kick it with the big boys and fight baddies she had to do the work. Mitchie tried again, this time almost succeeding, well in tripping on the slippery floor and slamming into the batmobile. The tumbler broke her fall with hard army grade metal; Bruce could only roll his eyes, "Shake it off."

Mitchie stuck out her tongue, "Riiiight."

"Mitch, we'll be out here all night. All you have to do is land a punch."

"I'm freezing my nips off out here Bruce!" Mitchie whined again, "Isn't this child endangerment or something?"

"I'll have Alfred send down some hot coco." Bruce chortled. Mitchie promptly punched him in the shoulder, "Hahahahahahahaha, I punched you!"

"Lucky shot"

End Flashback


"Oh my God he's got a bazooka!" Robin cried, steering the Redbird out of the line of fire. The black asphalt exploded before her but she was relentless. Suddenly, the truck flipped onto its side.

"Shit." Robin grumbled, the Redbird jerking forward. She felt the fire from the bazooka, so hot it singed her eyebrows. Bullets lit up the night sky like firecrackers on Chinese New Year, there were cops everywhere. Robin's eyes widened in shock.

"Put your hands up!" Gordon cried at the Joker, who only cackled, firing another round from his machine gun. Bullets were flying everywhere; one in particular hit her square in the chest. Batman felt his blood run cold when he saw the Redbird pitch onto its side. Forgetting about Harvey completely, he rushed to her aid, pulling the cycle away from her small frame.

"Wow! I thought I was dead for a second B-Man!" Robin quipped, "This shit can really take a hit." She said, tapping her Kevlar chest. The bullet fell from it, still steaming. Robin smiled, "Hehehe, 'shit' hit' it's end rhyme."

Batman could only roll his eyes, "Get yourself together."

"Oh, the Bat's got a Bird." The Joker cooed maliciously, "And what a pretty little birdy she is. Won't you sing for me birdy?"

"I'll sing when you're locked up in Arkham you nutjob!" Robin yelled. That's when she felt a cold arm hook around her waist, she screamed. She screamed so loud that for a second, she thought everyone in Gotham could hear her. As she was dragged into the back of a police cruiser.

Batman was nowhere to be seen.


A/N: I'm such an ass for not updating I know. But ohhhhh, I left you a cliffe! What's gonna happen to Mitchie?! Tune in next time to find out! BTW I know it's super short, I'm re-watching both movies to give me some inspirtation. If you have any ideas for me, please don't hesitate to PM me. I really need the ideas!