Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Batman nor am I Christopher Nolan.
A/N: This story is set in the scene where Harvey Dent sets up a press conference for revealing the Batman's identity. In this story, I'm pretending that Selina Kyle was in the Dark Knight, and that 'The Dark Knight Rises' wasn't her only appearance in the Batman trilogy. Characters may be OOC. I don't know.
"I'm the Batman." Bruce says, stepping forwards. Harvey Dent freezes, staring at Bruce, and Selina, who was standing next to him, mouths 'What?' at him, her eyes widening in shock. Whispers break across the room. "Mr. Wayne," One of the police officers step forward. "Maybe I should escort you back to your manor, since you seem to be in a delusional state. I mean, we do appreciate your jokes and attempts at humor to lighten up the spirit, but stating that you are batman, this is one step too far- ""You think I'm lying?" Bruce questions, one eyebrow quirked up as he turns towards the officer. The officer looks down, with a quiet murmur of 'no'. One of the police stepped forward and said "Mr. Wayne, we'll have to take you in. We can guarantee a solitary cell, but no more."
"Of course, I wil- "
*BANG*
A loud sound erupts across the room. Bruce feels a sudden pain in his chest, and he looks down to see red, bright red, blooming across his chest, and he falls to the ground. There's a man in front of him holding a gun, and he'd just heard a 'Bang', like someone had fired a gun, so that meant…
He'd been shot?
"Yes, stupid!" Selina said, leaning down next to him, fat tears falling with a 'drip' on the ground with every blink of her eyes. Bruce frowned, he hadn't been meaning to say that question out loud.
Loud screams pierce the air as the police throw themselves at the criminal holding the gun, the man's grin maniacal.
He should have known, Bruce thinks. He had been trained by Ra's to look for danger instinctively as soon as he entered any room. He should have noticed the criminal's eyes darting across the room, clearly nervous as he entered the room and settled for leaning against the back wall. He should have noticed the criminal slowly reaching his hand into his pocket as Harvey Dent announced that the Batman's identity would be revealed. And he definitely should have noticed the noticeable gun-shaped lump in the criminal's coat pocket.
Bruce gasped as more blood seeped out from his wound and stained his perfectly ironed white shirt, courtesy of Alfred, red. Selina pressed her hands on the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding, but her efforts were in vain and more blood began to pour out, creating a puddle of blood on the floor around him. Ironic, Bruce thought. My mother and father died years ago from being shot by a criminal in an alley, and now it's my turn. So here I am, lying on the floor of a conference room, shot by a criminal whose only reason of shooting me was vengeance, vengeance at the Batman.
Bruce opens his eyes, not knowing that he had actually closed them at all, and notices that even with her eyes puffy and red with tears, with her hands red with blood, his blood, and strands of loose hair falling on her face, Selina still looks beautiful, stunning as ever. Bruce reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and Selina grasps his hand, smiling through her tears. His last thoughts, before his vision blackened, was how his mother's pearl necklace looked better around Selina's neck than inside his locked cabinet.