By: Faita

"I don't believe you would trick me like that! You didn't even believe I could do it myself!" Terry yelled at Bruce. Bruce was sitting in the chair in front of the computer watching Terry pace back and forth in front of him wearing all of the Batman costume except the mask.

"And now, now, Emily, a girl you threw into my life, a girl you threw out of my life, is mad at the both of us! She was my friend, Bruce! I knew her more than I knew myself! And you just ripped her away from me! You planned what I would feel, what I would think! And why, Bruce, why?" Terry demanded, his face turning red from yelling.

"You weren't supposed to feel sad. You were supposed to feel angry, angry that someone would just leave you, some one you trusted," Bruce said.

"Well congratulations, I feel that way now," Terry said pulling the mask over his face. He began to walk towards the batmobile.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked him simply. Batman stopped and turned around to see him.

"I'm going to find Emily," Batman said.

"Then you'd want this," Bruce said lifting up a piece of paper. Batman looked at it confused. He slowly walked over to Bruce.

"What is it?" he asked cautiously.

"Emily's address, she'll be there," Bruce said extending the paper. Batman took it and read the address.

"Why are you giving me this?" Batman asked folding the paper and placing it in his belt.

"To make amends," Bruce answered. Batman smiled.

"Thanks," he said and ran over to the batmobile.

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Emily walked out of the bathroom wearing a dark green bathrobe. She ran a brush through her long wet dark brown hair. She walked over to a door leading to her bedroom. She pushed a button next to it, still using her other hand to brush her hair. The door opened and she walked in. A cool breeze hit her face as she walked in. It came from two opened glass doors that lead to her small balcony. She took a step inside the room, letting the doors behind her close. She sighed. Then she felt something pull on the front of her bathrobe. It pulled her in a half circle so she was slammed up against the same wall the door was on. She closed her eyes when she hit the wall. She opened them again and saw Batman looking at her, his teeth grit and his eyes narrowed. He frightened her, he looked very angry, she wasn't even sure that she would be safe, or even alive when he left. Strands of her wet hair rested on his hands and arms as they held her shoulders against the wall. She was afraid to try and move him off her. She could almost feel every angry breath he made through his mouth on her face. Her face became fear stricken. He noticed this, and his face calmed down. She was still a little scared, but she relaxed too. He could feel her muscles relax under his hands.

"What do you want?" Emily demanded, suddenly remembering her pride and abilities. He might have her pinned to the wall, but she still had the upper hand, and always would. He didn't answer her; he just looked at her, into her eyes. He had always loved her eyes, especially when there was fear in them. He could see it now.

"Well?" Emily demanded unsettled by his silence and continuous staring. Again he didn't reply. He leaned over softly, and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise, then slowly closed. His hands still holding her shoulders against the wall, but she was no longer afraid. He pulled away slower than he had come. Instead of looking at her, he placed the side of his face next to hers. Her eyes widened in surprise again, now realizing the action to it's full extend.

"Why?" she repeated in a soft whisper.

"To apologize," he answered also whispering into her ear. The side of his costume getting wet from her hair. He smiled, and she could feel the movement in her hair, so she smiled too.

"For what?" she asked. Now he pulled away to his original position.

"For not finding you out sooner," he said. She let out a small laugh. He took one of his hands and removed his mask; he threw it to the floor, then placed his hand back onto her shoulder. Then he let out a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked grinning. He sighed happily and looked down at the floor, then up again at her face.

"We've known each other almost three years. And in all that time, this is the first, the very first, time I've seen you with your hair down," he said releasing her, letting all of her hair fall to her shoulders. She laughed too.

"That is funny," she said as he walked away from her towards the open windows. She regained her balance, and picked up her brush that she had dropped and was now sitting by her bare feet.

"What's wrong with me, Emily?" Terry asked her. She placed the brush on her dresser and walked up behind him.

"What do you mean?" she asked him worried as she retied her bathrobe. He turned around to face her.

"I'm Batman, The Batman. Batman isn't supposed to feel sadness, or really any feelings," he told her. She looked at him in shock.

"There's a lot Bruce hasn't told you. Batman was made in sadness, in pain of a loss. You are Batman, Terry, you became Batman to handle your sadness, as Bruce did," Emily said.

"I became Batman to avenge my father!" he yelled at her. She took a step back.

"Then why are you still Batman?" she asked him. He thought about it.

"You avenged your father years ago, before I ever met you. Why are you still Batman Terry?" Emily asked him. He looked at her.

"You. Since you came it's always been you. To show you I'm better then you were, to show off. Then when you left, I was sad," Terry said.

"See. Feeling are what makes the Batman," she said. "What about you? What do you have to be sad about? Sure, your mom is dead, but you're rich, intelligent, alien," Terry said.

"You know why. Bruce asked me. And about that moon thing, I haven't been entirely truthful about that," she said looking at the ground.

"What else is there, your mom is from the moon, you and your brothers have amazing powers and could easily kill me?" Terry asked interested. Emily walked over and whispered something into his ear. Terry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Royalty!" he yelled. She clasped her hand over his mouth.

"Yes. My grandparents are currently the king and queen of the moon, as corny as it sounds. After them then Mark, then Tommy and so on," Emily explained.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" Terry asked her. She put a finger on her chin and thought.

"Oh yeah, I'm engaged," she said. Terry held his breath.

"W-W- When?" he asked.

"He proposed about two months ago," she said smiling.

"Who?" Terry asked next, still holding his breath.

"Adam Walker, there's a picture of him on my dresser," she said as she walked over to her dresser and picked up a picture frame and brought it back. She handed it to him. It was a picture of a boy with red hair down to his ears, a pair of red sunglasses, and a sleeveless hooded sweater with the letters GC on it, with his arms wrapped around Emily's shoulders. Both of them had big smiles on their faces and were looking at each other.

"Are you serious?" Terry asked giving her back the picture.

"No Terry. Come on give me some credit, I'm only 20. I'll get married when I'm good and ready, If I get married," Emily said shaking her head in disappointment. Terry exhaled greatly and began to breathe heavily.

"Then who's the guy?" he asked nodding to the picture.

"Oh that's really Adam Walker, a friend of mine. We go to GC together," she said placing the picture back on the dresser.

"What's GC?" Terry asked walking over and sitting down on her bed. He sat up for a minute and lifted something out from beneath him. It was a chain necklace with a small medallion on the end. On the medallion was a picture of a small light blue bat. He frowned. He had given that to her for her birthday, so it would match the one she had given him.

"You took it off," he said. She walked over to it and picked it out of his hand.

"Just to take my shower," she said as she undid it and wrapped it around her neck. She took a couple of tries for her to attach it behind her neck. Terry eventually stood up behind her, moved her still wet hair out of the way, and did it for her.

"Hey, Emily. Are you still ticklish on your neck?" Terry asked with an evil grin creeping across his face.

"Yeah. It's a weakness us Lunars have. If someone tickles us on our neck, it practically immobilizes us. Why?" Emily asked.

"No reason," Terry said.

"No!" Emily yelled running away from him and turning her back to him.

"What?" Terry asked innocently.

"Terry, I think you should leave," Emily said as Terry walked closer to her.

"Why?" he asked her grinning.

"Because I know what you want to do," Emily said.

"You should also know that I wouldn't stop till I get to tickle your neck," Terry said.

"Then you should know that I can kill you," Emily said. Terry stopped walking, and fell down to the floor.

"I forgot about that," he said sadly. Emily walked over and sat next to him.

"Shouldn't you be doing something, like, saving the world?" she asked him. He looked up at her. "You're more important than that," he smiled.

"That's the kind of stuff that makes you different than Bruce," she said.

"Is that good or bad?" he asked.

"Depends. Do you want to grow up and have kids, or sit in a huge mansion with a dog?" Emily asked her. Terry laughed.

"What do you want?" he asked her.

"I'd kind of like to grow up, live in a mansion, have kids and a dog," she answered. Terry laughed.

"When you're good and ready," he said. Emily laughed. "But seriously, you surely have something better to do than talk to a wet girl wearing a bathrobe, or have I just answered my own question?" Emily asked. Terry grinned.