Bruce and Selina slipped into the back alley

While Selina straightened out her little black dress, Bruce poked his head out of the office and checked the hallway for any paparazzi or female admirers. Satisfied that noone else was else was around, he grabbed her by the hand and lead them down the hall towards the back entrance of the hotel.

"Where are we going, Bruce?" Selina asked, smiling politely at the perplexed cooks and waiters as they casually walked through the busy kitchen.

"Somewhere safe from prying eyes," he responded, taking out his cellphone from his jacket pocket. "Alfred, meet us alley behind the hotel."

"Yes, sir."

The rear door opened into a dark alley not very different from many laneways in Gotham. As the Dark Knight, Bruce spent many nights in alleys but for some reason he stopped in his track when he saw a figure hidden in silhouette. The memory of his parents murdered in an alley, forever changing his life, flashed in his mind.

"Bruce?" Selina clutched his hand tightly, trying to snap Bruce out of his daze. She wasn't afraid of whoever waited for them but rather she wished she wasn't in high heels and had her night vision goggles and bullwhip.