I HAD GOOGLED plenty info on Karen Beecher before I met her. Funny thing though; even the most serious, businesslike websites couldn't resist slipping in how great-looking she was.

Karen Beecher, the stunning second-in-command to Bruce Wayne at Private L.A. ...

Karen Beecher,well known to the L.A. underworld for her unsurpassed police smarts, is also known to the L.A. paparazzi for her unsurpassed figure and face...

I couldn't resist: I pressed the Google images button and took a tour of some mighty impressive photos. Karen posing with fifteen police officers after a major blow-and-smack bust in Venice Beach; all businesslike at her desk, with Mayor Garcetti on the other side; Karen in a very snug gray Versace gown at the Oscars

I was mentally reviewing these images as I waited for her at Jump City airport Customs arrival. Bruce Wayne, perhaps the most important private investigator in the world, was sending her to help me launch Private Titans, his latest addition to what is probably the most the most important investigative bureau in the world. Once described by Bruce himself as 'what Interpol tried to be, what the FBI wants to be, and what CIA should be.'

Private was located in major cities throughout the globe. Now Jump City would be house headquarters for the Southern-Pacific branch. And Bruce had chosen me, Richard Grayson, to oversee this newest jewel in the Private crown.

Bruce Wayne had the resources - both personal and financial - to do it. He installed scientific police and laboratory equipment that went beyond state of the art. He paid university researchers to bring their findings to him first. And Bruce Wayne had something else...

He had the brains to hire the best people. Yeah I know that sounds easy, but it doesn't happen much. A lot of CEOs say they want the best people, but what they really mean is 'I want someone almost as good as me' or 'someone who's really good... at taking my shit.' Not Bruce. He wanted the best. And in his mind, that meant equal amounts of brain power and guts.

It was a select group, all right, and I was excited, ecstatic, and frankly terrified that Bruce Wayne had put me in it. Having Karen help me was another wise move. She knew Private; she knew Bruce Wayne. And, watching her - the first passenger out of customs - I immediately knew one thing: Google image search had not done her justice.

I held back and let her family greet her first. There was her sister, Greta, and Greta's husband, Brett Thorogood, my new best bud. Brett was the duputy comissioner of New South Wales Police and was nothing but happy to have Private Titans opening in his town. Brett and Greta's kids - Nikki, eight, Serge, ten - ran to their aunt Karen. Hugs and kisses all around. Than I stepped forward. I shook Karen's hand. This was going to be one fine partnership.

I'd parked my Maserati GranCabrio in the pick up zone. The Thorogoods head off after we'd all synchronized watches for the launch party that evening and we were off, pulling out of the airport and onto the sun-drenched freeway.

Neither of us knew then that we were in the fast lane - headed toward a great big pile of shit.

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A/N: well that's out of the way now
When your writing a re-write of something in a different way haven't you just wondered if you can just just copy and paste it and than change some things, yeah that's how I feel but I can't do that because I'm writing this based on a paperback book and I don't have the patience to actually find a digital version that will be exactly like the book I have laying beside me.