This is a complete fic that actually runs more like a one shot, and I would have left it all in one chapter but I really thought it would flow better in pieces...if that makes sense.

This is going to be the only Author's Note for this fic so any disclaimers in this chapter refers to this and all following chapters. Anyway, right after seeing The Dark Knight I had this in mind, I'm rather happy with how it came out. I hope anyone that reads it, is as pleased with it as I am.

This starts many years after The Dark Knight. Some of the script is quoted, if you recognize it, it's not mine. I made up the Joker's history, forgive me.

I hereby disclaim that Harry Potter and Batman belong to their respective owners and claim to own neither of them.

Now, Please enjoy.

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An hourglass was set in front of his face.

"…It's for a white knight, right?"

There was something wrong with the sand. Was it flowing up? Everything seemed to be warping.

"Everything in balance? Why? Why not have a lot more good than bad? After all, it's easy to fall…"

He was cold, the silver chain around his neck was cold. His hand tried to move it but another hand, small and warm, grabbed his and let it travel down the length of the chain, to end at the hourglass.

"…but so much harder to pick yourself up again…"

Two warm hands met around his and the hourglass.

"…that's why, for every bad, let there be two good, too good."

Someone was laughing softly.

"Too good. When one falls so far and so hard, let the other reach out."

His voice didn't want to come out; everything around him was cold, too cold.

"Let's go together, where once there was only one, let there now be two."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because the Dark Knight needs a White Knight, and Bruce Wayne needs help. We'll fix it, and this time we'll save your White Knight, and Bruce Wayne."

Black was surrounding him, the blood from his heart was pouring out of the hole in his chest. Every time his heart beat he could feel it compress against the bullet, but that feeling was occurring less and less.

"Take a deep breath Bruce, and when you breath out, open your eyes, and run. On the count of three, we'll change everything."

One, take a breath.

Two, his heart stopped.

…Three, let it out.

And open his eyes…