Alright, here is the final part to my Dark Knight Trilogy fanfictions! Thanks to everyone who has favorited and followed so far!

Trying to figure out the timeline of this movie was next to impossible. I did the best I could, so just bear with me as far as that goes!

Enjoy Part 3 :)

It's been four years. Four extremely long years. Four painful years since I was in The Dark Knight. I was depressed, angry, and I just wanted to be back. My dramatic change in attitude had not gone unnoticed by my fellow coworkers. Everyone tried to figure out what was wrong with me. After all, when I went in The Dark Knight, no time passed in my own world. As far as they knew, something had happened between when I left work that evening and came in the next day. But they could never understand.

Who knows what had happened with Bruce since I had been taken? I just hoped Alfred had given him my letter. If not, what would he do? What would happen to him?

When I was sent back, I'll admit that I spent a lot of time crying. There was this one time when Jay, one of my neighbors, came to check on me right in the middle of one of my cry-fests. I really liked Jay, and I even used to have a crush on him when he first moved in, but I really didn't want him to see me so beat up. He was really nice though and didn't ask what was wrong. For that, I was eternally grateful because I could never explain to anyone why I was so upset. Jay just brought me some fast food every now and again and binge-watched some shows on Netflix with me, like Fringe, Merlin, Doctor Who, and Sherlock. It really cheered me up and helped me to forget all about what had happened to me.

At one point, Jay asked if I wanted to watch The Dark Knight Trilogy, since he knew I was such a big fan of those movies and thought it might make me feel better, but it took all I had to not completely break down again right there. I simply refused and we watched a bunch of Disney movies instead. He also recommended we watch Equilibrium because he knew I loved that movie so much, but I couldn't. I couldn't even watch anything with Christian Bale in it because it just reminded me of Bruce.

Jay had seriously been a life-saver ever since I came back. I never really had a lot of friends because I'm such a geek and a loner, so it was really nice to have someone like him helping me out and being there for me.

Since my time in The Dark Knight, I began to prepare myself more than ever before. I began an intense workout program to get stronger and I also joined a self-defense class so nothing like what the Joker did to me would ever happen again. I blamed myself more than anything for leaving without being able to tell Bruce I was okay. Instead of taking initiative, I was the stupid little damsel-in-distress and as a result, I ruined everything.

I was a lot more fit than I had been and I was trained for almost anything that was thrown my way. Never again was someone going to kidnap me, take advantage of me, or anything. I was prepared.

I hadn't watched The Dark Knight Rises for a while. Whenever I tried, I couldn't help but tear up at who I had left behind. I just got upset and depressed when I watched it. I couldn't even make it past the first twenty minutes when Alfred berates Bruce for not moving on and finding someone and Bruce replies that he did find someone. Obviously when I watched it at home, he was talking about Rachel, but I couldn't help but think about him saying that and meaning he found me. After that part, I couldn't watch anymore. I also couldn't ignore the fact that whenever I went back for that movie, it would be my last time in Gotham with the man I had feelings for.

I had no idea when I was going back. When I went back for The Dark Knight, about a year had passed, just like real time between the first two films. I prayed that didn't mean I'd have to wait eight years like everyone else in Gotham. I was already going nuts after just four years.

After my afternoon workout once I had showered and dressed, I sat on the couch to relax and try to get through however many days it would be before I went back. I turned on the TV and when I scrolled through the channels, I saw that The Dark Knight Rises just happened to be on. I wasn't going to watch it at first, but then decided that I could use a little more preparation on that end.

When I turned it on, it had just started and was at the part where Catwoman meets Bruce in his house when she steals from him. I blew a puff of air out through my cheeks. Selina was so lucky that she got to be there with him now while I was stuck here with no way to get back.

I felt a strange pull suddenly and before I knew it, I was flung towards the TV and everything went black.

For the last time, I opened my eyes and stumbled forward. I didn't have to look around me to know that I was in the Manor. After four years, it was time for me to return for the final film.

"Kristina?" I heard an all-too-familiar voice say softly. Almost barely audible in fact. I turned and there stood the man I was head over heels in love with. I was so happy, I didn't even think about correcting him about my name.

"Bruce," I said in a whisper. I ran up to him and hugged him tightly, careful not to hurt him since he was using a cane. His arm slowly went to my back. I pulled away and looked him over. He looked exactly like he did when the movie began. But why was he like this? He should've been fine if he knew I was coming back. "Oh, what have you done to yourself?" I laughed lightly.

"I thought you were dead," he said quietly.

"No, the Joker took me, but I'm fine."

"So where have you been all these years?"

I looked at him. "Alfred didn't…?" Deep down, I had always had this feeling that Alfred wasn't going to give him that letter. He burned Rachel's after all. "You know what, it doesn't matter because I'm here now." I put my hand to his face and looked deep into his eyes. There was so much pain and hurt in them that I felt so guilty for leaving even though I had no control over it. "I have missed you so much." I pressed my lips to his in a firm kiss. I hadn't realized how much I missed the sensation of having his lips on mine. When we pulled away, I gave him a small smile. "First things first. You need to shave."