A/N: Hey everyone! Well I'm back with part two of Bitter Sweet Love! YAY! Sorry for taking long, I have been in a frenzy for the past few weeks because school ends next week. And I will be a senior!! Well I might take bit to get updates because I am waiting for the movie to come out because this story ties in with that. So please be patient and please review, I would to know what you think. But be nice...lol! Thanks to "DazzledInDarkness" for coming up with the title.

Anywho I will stop rambling and get this started! Enjoy!

Knight's Dawn

I ran as fast as I could through the long corridors of this abandoned warehouse. My strapless violet beaded gown swooshed past many tanks of acid and other things that if one were to come in contact with- it would scar one for life and turn one into the most grotesque thing that one would be disgusted with. My heart raced with each step I took, I didn't know where I was going. I just wanted to escape from everything and everyone. Fear consumed every inch of me, making cold chills run down my spine. But all along I knew this would come along, that I would have consequences to face. I knew I would be watched and yet I didn't give a damn! If I were to die in his arms tonight...then so be it.

I leaned back against the comfortable leather seat of the jet and looked out the oval shaped window. I looked out at Gotham City that was my home. Despite all the terrible crime that keeps escalating and rotting the city; it was still my home because my dark knight dwelled there. He lingered there, watching, waiting for a villain to strike and then in one quick blow, wipe them out. To my surprise I had grown accustomed to the idea of Bruce being Batman. Not entirely, but I was half way there. The only thing that got to me was when he would come home to me with a few bruises imprinted on his body. Or when he wouldn't come home till dawn. It was not entirely easy being the wife of the dark knight- who by day is a successful business tycoon. Thus, this was my life now and I would have to deal with the consequences. I did this all for the love of one man- who I would surely give my life for.

"Mrs. Wayne, we will be arriving shortly. Please fasten your seat belt." Mike the pilot of Wayne Industries jet was kind enough to deliver me back from England.

I was glad to know I would be arriving home. Two weeks after we got married, I was called to London to organize an art exposion for my pieces of the sixteenth century. Unfortunately our honey moon was cut short and I had to leave for two weeks. It killed me to leave Bruce with the Joker out on the run and I was fearful that he would provoke him and prompt him to do something drastic and dangerous.

When I looked in the mirror, I still had that same glow from the night I married Bruce. But it would be swept away by fear of losing him. I dreaded when he had to leave when that signal would shine brightly against the moon light, it was the only light Gotham City had. While in London, I kept my cell phone by my side the entire time, always fearful every time it rang, praying to god that Bruce was alright. Luckily nothing happened while I was away.

The jet came to a smooth landing and slow stop on the runway. My heart soared as I gathered my things to get off the plane. I missed him so much, I wanted to hold him and kiss him already. I made my way off the plane and came into clear view of the black Rolls Royce that was waiting for me. When I reached the last step of the jet, Bruce stepped out of the car. He was wearing his suit- he must have come here straight from Wayne Industries.

Finally I reached him. "Hello gorgeous." Bruce gathered me into his arms and kissed me with tenderness. I was jelly in his arms.

After a few moments we pulled back and he looked into my eyes. "I missed you so much. I didn't sleep at all." I kissed his cheek.

"I should have known, but you abandoned me to the mercy of the french models in town for fashion week." He laughed as walked to the car.

"Ha Ha. Very funny, but they should all be aware that you are mine now." I moved away as Bruce opened the door and watched as my bags were being placed in the trunk. I looked at the driver who was not Alfred. "Where is Alfred?"

Bruce turned his attention back to me and slid in right next to me. "He is preparing for your arrival." I was about to question him, but he claimed my lips with a sweet kiss I had missed for two weeks. "You will see what I mean in a few."

I was oblivious to what road we were taking until I realized we were in the city.

"Um...where are we going? Aren't we going home?" I questioned as I turned over to Bruce- who was reading the Gotham Post. "Bruce?"

He looked up at me and smirked. "Wait...it's another surprise." Bruce turned the page and chuckled as he saw his own picture on it.

I rolled my eyes and sat back and closed my eyes. I was exhausted, maybe it was the time difference. My mind was cruising through my thoughts of what had happened in the past few weeks. I never imagined myself being married to the masked vigilante of Gotham. But I was glad to finally know the truth about Bruce's identity. It made my life a lot more easier to know there were not any secrets between us anymore.

The car came to a sudden stop in front of Gotham Century Towers- where Bruce had bought the new penthouse. I had no idea what was going on, but a flow of excitement rushed through out my body. Bruce stepped out of the car and came to the my side to open my door. I stepped out and was amazed at how tall it was. Even though I had seen it before, it still mesmerized every time...dazzled me to be more specific. We walked hand in hand into the lobby up to the elevators.

When we entered the elevator we were not alone. An elegant woman with a high waist skirt and a white blouse- no doubt in my mind it was couture. Her Yves Saint Laurent's tapped on the marble lightly. Next to her was a sixteen year old girl who would not stop staring at Bruce. To break the stare I decided to introduce myself. Poor girl looked like a puppy dog.

"Hi, I'm Violet -" I was interrupted before I could finish. The woman stuck her hand out.

"Wayne. Of course the entire city knows who stole the prince of Gotham's heart. My name is Carrie Ferrell and this is my daughter Monica." Carrie pushed her daughter forward. But Monica introduced herself to Bruce first.

"I'm Monica." She giggled like a girl trying to talk to her crush. Bruce smirked making her swoon even more.

"I trust you already know who I am Monica."

"Of course!" She practically jumped for joy.

Bruce turned to me. I looked at him then at Carrie. "Nice to meet you Monica." My voice was that of melodies.

Monica looked at me up and down, as if thinking I was the best he could do. What a little brat. "Same here." She practically sneered. I hated her already and by the looks of it she despised me. To my sanity the elevator doors opened to our floor.

Bruce smirked at both of them. "Well here we are, it was nice meeting you ladies."

"Take care Mr. Wayne." They both said in unison and the doors slid closed.

"Fans already?" I made my way inside our penthouse.

Bruce had to walk quickly to catch up. "You're not jealous are you?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Vi, please its a sixteen year old and her mother." He laughed and took my hand. "Come one."

We walked into the place and it was all the way I had seen it. But with our suitcases in the main room. "What is this all about?"

Bruce walked further in and turned to face me. "Wayne manor is going under reconstruction."

"Oh." I only looked around and came back to his gaze.

"And...I thought it would be best if I lived in the city. I could be closer whenever I am needed and I would feel comfortable with you being close as well." He kissed my forehead and held me tight as if he was afraid to lose me. But of course he never would, I was his and he was mine.

Someone cleared their throat to get out attention. Alfred.

"Alfred!" I tucked away from Bruce's embrace and ran toward Alfred- who gladly embraced me. "Simply radiant as always. Now this new home really shines."

I laughed and sighed. It felt so good to be home. "Thank you. Now, do you need any help?"

Alfred looked at Bruce then back to me. "No, Master Wayne was kind enough to provide a spacious walk in closet for all of your priceless clothes and shoes."

I turned to Bruce who had a devious smirk on his face. I was really lucky. "Well I guess I should go rest for a bit." I made my way up the stairs without another glance back.

Once I came into out room, I threw myself on the huge bed that was embellished with black silk sheets that made me feel as if I was sleeping on a cloud. I inhaled the sweet scents from the sheets that was his scent. I laid there for god knows how long, my eyes were closed. But they flung open when I felt a sudden weight on the bed. Bruce had come in and taken of his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He hovered over me, just studying my face. His hand began to trace my cheekbone to my collar bone then to my cleavage. My breaths were becoming gasps. I was losing control and I loved every minute of it. The way he kissed me was so tantalizing. He continued his sweet ministrations for a while as I ran my hands up in down his back.

To our dismay there was a knock at the door.

"Master Wayne, duty calls." I looked to the direction of the window and sighed as I saw the signal shine. Bruce buried his face into my neck.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and kissed my cheek. I watched as he got up and put on his shirt. He was about to leave when he turned back to me. "There will be a day when Gotham will no longer need Batman...and it's coming."