"Mama!" Elsie shrieked. "MAMA!"

Her screams jolted Isla awake, and she was on her feet in a second, tackling the man that had tried to take her daughter. 

"Leave my girls alone!" Isla roared, pummeling him with her fists until her knuckles split. Elara had grabbed Elsie and crouched in a corner, cowering away from the intruders. 

Suddenly, the click of a gun filled Isla's concrete room, and she slowly raised her hands up.

"Bonita, please cooperate. "

"What do you want, Rodriguez?" Isla breathed out angrily as the man swooped down by her, placing two fingers under her chin and tilting it up to face him. He ghosted a soft kiss on her forehead, and Isla felt her blood boil. Before she could snap, the cold end of the barrel was pressed to her neck.

"We're moving to a new facility. Cooperate or I'll shoot all three of you." Rodriguez said, hoisting Isla up with his two meaty hands.  The man she'd just beaten up raced out of the room to get backup.

"Why?"

"None of your business. Now get your stuff and go."

Don't worry about your flares. I'll bring them.

 Nyx! You're back- wait, can you take him out for me? Possess him or something?

I'm busy with the flares. Just cooperate for now, mortal. 

What?! Isla screamed internally at Nyx for ditching, but suddenly she was thrown against the wall. 

"Maybe that'll teach you to hurry up!" Rodriguez  snapped at her.

"Leave Mama  alwone!" Elara shouted bravely, before the gun was pointed at her.

"Tell your brave little nina to shut up." 

"Elara, please. Just listen to him." Isla gasped, gently touching the new bruise on her arm. She stood up, shoving her hair out of the way as she stared at him and the gun.

"Somebody found you. Found us. That's why you're moving us." Isla breathed out, eyes piercing through Rodriguez's tough-guy facade. "Somebody cracked the case."

"You're pretty clever. Four years in a concrete cell yet that hasn't been taken away from you, bonita." Rodriguez hissed back at her, a strange pride in his eyes. Isla stood protectively in front of her twins, when suddenly, a swooping shadow entered the cell as well.

"What's taking so long, Rodriguez?" A gritty voice sliced the air around all three of them, and a man dressed in grey stepped forward. His face was hidden with a large grey hood, his signature knife resting in his hand. 

"They won't shut up, boss." Rodriguez muttered, taking a wary step back and bowing his head respectfully towards the cloaked man. Isla stared angrily at both of them, cursing in her head at Nyx for leaving.

"And why is that?" The boss asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as the man laid his colorless eyes on Isla and her girls. 

"They know. " Rodriguez said to the man in the Hood.  "I don't know how, but they know." 

I can hear you right now, idiot. Isla thought. I can hear your worry. Fool.

"Well, then, Rodriguez. You haven't done it right."

Rodriguez suddenly gasped as the Man in the hood thrust his knife into his chest. Isla covered her daughters' eyes, gasping in shock as well.

"Because you failed to take care of the Chynder boy, the poster went out. Because the poster went out, we've been revealed. Because we've been revealed, we're moving facilities. Because you failed to keep it a secret- you die." The Man whispered, yanking his knife out. Rodriguez fell to the ground, bleeding.

"I'll send another, more able man to collect you three in five minutes." said the Man.  With that, he left.

As soon as he did, Isla went over to Rodriguez, trying to stop his bleeding. "Come on, Rodriguez, . You sure as hell deserved to get impaled but I ain't gonna let you die like this." she muttered, ripping part of her gown and laying it gently on a clean part of the ground , intending to use it as a  makeshift bandage.

Rodriguez coughed. "--Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why a-are you helping me?" 

"Because underneath that tough-guy, traitorous, bastard facade you put up, there's the Rodriguez I used to know. And I won't let that Rodriguez die away so easily." Isla replied. 

"But I shot you- killed Dina, and imprisoned you. I set you up. Why w-won't you let that Rodriguez die? I-I ruined your life."

Isla reached into his jacket and pulled out his flask, before pouring the alcohol on his cut. He hissed in pain, and grabbed Isla's slender hand. 

"I d-don't know why you're so pure." 

"Pure wouldn't be the word I'd use to describe me." Isla said, understanding what he was getting at. 

"I w-want you to know I regret what I did." Rodriguez coughed some more,blood dripping down his chin. "That I d-did i-it for the money."

"Man always thinks that money is worth more than life until it's made clear that they shouldn't have taken life for granted." Isla quoted one of his textbooks, earning a soft smile from him. "You didn't do it for the money. I know you didn't. Why did you do it?"

"Why do you think, bonita?" he replied. "I felt angry that y-you married the womanizer. The stupid billionaire. I-Instead of m-me."

"Wha- Jesus, Rodriguez. I never kne-"

"I k-know I am just like the Chynder boy. Hopelessly in love with a woman that has already married. A woman th-that is already happy. And I-I am sorry." Rodriguez murmured as his eyes shut.

"L-Left pocket" he croaked  just as he went unconscious.

Isla nodded, slipping her hand into the pocket and coming away with a small slip of paper. She opened it and read it.

-I'm sorry. 

Maybe this code will partially make up for what I did to you. 

514233250.

It disables the system. 

-Good luck finding your way home , my bonita.

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The Justice League and the Batfamily arrived at the warehouse in a large jet, ready to bring home Isla Wayne.

Bruce felt his heart race in his chest, pounding against his ribcage, and he took a deep breath. His hands shook and he curled them into fists to hide the tremors.

"Ready, Bruce?" Superman said, ready to fight off anything.

"Nope." He said honestly. "What if- what if she forgot me? What if her twins don't like me?"

"Listen Bruce." Kent placed a hand on his shoulder. "I can barely imagine what you've been through. How you feel. But I've imagined Lois being kidnapped and then violated- and I can't blame you for feeling so horrible and acting per so."

"Sure, those twins may be the monster's kid, but they're Isla's kids too. You gotta love them as so." he continued.

"I know I sound like a jerk, but what if I can't love them?" Bruce sighed.

"You will. It was the same situation for her with you and your youngest. Didn't she handle the situation with grace and love? You have to be there for her. And her twins. You owe her only that much."

"Thanks, Kent." Bruce said. "Let's get those b*tches." he cocked a gun and everyone got into position outside of the warehouse.

"ON MY SIGNAL!" shouted Diana. 

"ONE."

"TWO"

"THREE! GO GO!" Diana gave the signal and everybody burst into the warehouse, guns and swords ready to fight.

But they were too late. 

"SH*T!" Jason threw his gun down in the dirt.

Isla Wayne was long gone.

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After the flop rescue mission, everyone in the Batfamily was feeling down. Especially the boys.

"We didn't come fast enough-" Jason muttered to Alfred, who worriedly received them at the door. 

Alfred nodded sadly in understanding, before noticing the look on Bruce's face. 

"Master Bruce?"

Bruce didn't reply. Instead he just took off his cowl and went upstairs to his room. 

He shut the door, ignoring the concerned looks of his surrogate father  and his eldest, and plopped down in his bed, holding his head in his hands.

Not finding her at the warehouse felt like losing her all over again. 

Bruce groaned, before shaking his head several times to get rid of the thought of her being dead. Again.

He stared at a wall for a few minutes, before grabbing the photo album in his nightstand drawer. He brushed his fingers over the top of it, blowing away the dust, before opening the velvet cover.

Instantaneously, a thousand memories rushed in as he stared at simply 1 photo.  Ones he tried so hard to keep out, but now welcomed as if an old friend.

Memories of her small hand in his as they danced to Lifehouse's You and Me under the moon, both of them singing the words by heart.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you'

Bruce remembered her shining eyes as he told her that he felt the lyrics- that he related to them so much he thought that whoever wrote the song read his mind.

Because Bruce never could keep his eyes off of her. Not even for a second.

And everyone knew Bruce's infatuation with this girl, and many didn't think it right. Bruce Wayne was supposed to be married to a supermodel. Probably someone like Zendaya or Beyonce. Not a simple professor.

But then there were many, many people, who thought that Isla Wayne was the perfect, perfect anchor for Bruce Wayne. The way she made him go crazy with every touch was endearing.

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

It was true. The minute that Bruce had managed to get to her at that award ceremony where they first met- he tried to talk and he stuttered so hard he could barely speak a word. Isla had just looked him in the eye and amusedly raised an eyebrow.

FLASHBACK:

Bruce pushed past the many, many people leaving the awards ceremony, trying to get to that beautiful animations professor that was cause for their school getting a Golden Films award. She was laughing with her students, taking selfies and handing out slips of paper as they left the theatre with their proud, proud parents. 

He didn't know this woman's name yet, but somehow, he was drawn to her like a moth to a porchlight.

One of her students threw his arms around her, thanking her immensely for all she did, before pulling away with a smile and leaving. 

As soon as that student left, Bruce approached her.

"U-um, h-h-hi. I-I'm-" he stuttered hard. The woman turned around to face him, and by god, did all the butterflies in Bruce's stomach turn into elephants. 

"Bruce Wayne. Lovely to meet you." She finished his sentence, holding out a hand. He shook it.

"I-I was w-wondering, i-if y-you'd l-like tocometomygala?" He stuttered, before spitting out the last five words as fast as he could, trying to get rid of the knot in his tongue.

"Pardon?" She raised an eyebrow, amusement all over her face.

By then , the paparazzi had finally noticed that the Bruce Wayne was at the Golden Film awards, and that he was talking to an attractive woman.

Flashes started filling the room, and Bruce quickly ducked away,  not wanting the pizzazz to harass the woman he just attempted to ask out.

He led the paparazzi further away from the woman and finally managed to clear them out, feeling slightly down that he missed his chance to talk to that woman.

'And she probably thought I was some stupid stuttering fool.' he grumbled at himself and his voice for deciding to ditch him at that moment. He begrudgingly decided to call Alfred and spend the rest of the night on patrol, and then have a major sulk-fest.

Ah, the perks of being a bachelor billionaire.

"Hey Alfred? Can you come pick me up now?" he said into the phone.

"Master Bruce, there's too much traffic in front of where you are for me to pick you up. I'm at the back of the theatre. Come there."

"Alright Alfred." he sighed.

"You sound like you're stuck with the case of the blues." Alfred noted.

"I'll tell you later." he grumbled at his observation, making his way around to the back.

Bruce was staring at the ground as he walked, deep in thought, when he heard a familiar voice.

His head snapped up and he saw Alfred, talking to a woman in a pretty bottle-green dress. His eyes sparkled and he noticed Bruce's presence after a minute.

"Oh, look. He's here now, Miss Chanceux."

The woman turned and Bruce felt his voice betray him again. "Y-You-"

"Yeah, me. I'm sorry, I was waiting for my Uber and well, along came this very nice man who ends up being Bruce Wayne's... butler?"

"Assistant." Bruce corrected. "Like a father to me."

"Oh. Sorry." The woman went red. "U-Um, you wanted to ask me something, before?"

"Y-yeah, I-I did." Bruce said. Alfred's eyebrows shot up as a knowing look crossed his face. Bruce sent him a glare, and Alfred smiled, watching his big boy ask this woman out. Or attempt to.

"Um, do I make you nervous?" The woman asked.

"W-what?"

"If it makes you feel any better, I literally have a zoo in my stomach talking to you, I'm just better at working through it." She blushed slightly, smiling. " Or am I the only one?"

"No! How did you-"

"The stuttering."

"Ah."

An awkward silence.

"Hey, I never caught your name. How impolite of me." Bruce said, embarrassed.

"Oh, me? I'm Isla. Isla Chanceux." she smiled warmly at him.

"Isla. Beautiful name. Fits your beautiful eyes too."

"I never knew Gotham's billionaire could be so damn sappy." she chuckled. 

"Sappy? I'm trying to be polite!" he laughed.

"So I don't have beautiful eyes or a beautiful name? You're just being polite?" she raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips.

"No- I mean yes- Yes you do- wait- that's not what I meant." He stumbled again. "Ugh- the truth is, I'm not the best at this."

"Uh huh." she crossed her arms

"That's not helping, Miss Chanceux."

She laughed, a beautiful, brilliant laugh, and Bruce found himself entranced even further.

"Call me Isla, Mr. Wayne."

"Then call me Bruce, Isla." He countered.

Another silence.

"Hey-um, Isla. Would you -um- would you like to come to my gala?" He managed out, fishing out  a handwritten invitation from his pocket. 

"I'm sorry- what?"

"It's okay if you don't want to- I totally understand, I just thought-"

Isla cut him off. "Relax, moneybag. Of course I want to come!"

"Wha- moneybag?" Bruce raised his eyebrows at her, stifling a laugh. She went flustered again, for a split second, but she stood a little taller as he handed her the invitation,a small smile on her lips.

"Hey, cancel your Uber." Bruce said. "I'm giving you a ride home."

Isla did a double take. The Bruce Wayne wanted to give her a ride home? 

She silently did so, looking at him every few seconds, slight confusion over her face.

"You- Bruce freaking Wayne- wants to give a simple nobody a ride home in his limo?"

"Hey, don't call yourself that. The incredible film you made with your students means you're someone special." He spoke without thinking, and went red. Isla thought it was cute, the way the billionaire blushed.

"So I'm someone special to you? We just met,  you little cake-boss." She chuckled.

"Maybe you will be someone special to me, if you give me a chance, Miss Chanceux." he blurted out. "I think you're pretty and an amazing woman."

"L-Like I said before, we just met, you barely know me." she stuttered out, clearly taken aback by his immature declaration. He sounded like a kid. 

And she thought it was damn adorable.

" Like I said before, maybe that can change, if you give me a chance." he countered, lending out his hand.

Isla thought for a few minutes, before taking it. Immediately, both of them felt a shock neither of them wanted to acknowledge. 

"Ladies first," Alfred was ecstatic, opening the door for the woman. 

FLASHBACK ENDS/

Bruce smiled at the memory that once made him cry. He remembered how in less than ten minutes of him meeting Isla, she'd poked fun at him, and chuckled, before shutting the photo album. Still, he felt a stray tear trail down his cheek.

He just wanted her back. 

"Master Bruce?" Alfred called as he walked into the room. "Are, are you alright?"

"I'm fine Alfred."

"No you are not, Master Bruce and you must admit it." 

Wha- Alfred?! He never spoke so firmly! What the-

"I know you are not doing well, sir, but heed my words, if not follow them. You have to at least acknowledge what you're feeling right now, otherwise they'll tear you apart by the seams. And Master Bruce, I can see your seams beginning to pop."

Bruce glanced at Alfred, before taking great interest in the floorboards.

"Master Bruce, you must take these dampened spirits and hide them somewhere else. Move them away from your judgement and logic and then use your cleaned lens to look at this situation from a different angle! We both know that Miss Wayne is still out there, and that she was moved from that warehouse. We both know and believe that. So why are you here sulking, instead of trying to find her? If you are here to take rest or eat, then please,by all means, do so! You need those too! But if you are going to be up here, sulking and reflecting on what was, you will forget  about what needs to be!"

"You have shed enough tears for Isla Wayne. Those tears made sense when she was actually dead. She's the love of your life, Master Bruce. You must act as so. You must bring her home as so. Bring her, and her two new baby girls home."

Alfred stopped ranting, catching his breath. "I'm sorry if I intrud-"

"You know what, Alfred?" Bruce cut him off. "You're right. You're damn right."

"I need to get the boys onto this. I'm not letting her go after we came so damn close." Bruce continued, staring out the window into the stormy night outside.

Alfred nodded and left the room. Finally, his Bruce was going to do something. He felt his resolve this time, felt his determination.

Finally, Bruce was definitely going to bring his adored little Isla home.