Well, here it is!! The sequel. It has come, but the best title I have is Gotham Knights 2. So I beg you (on my hands and knees) to please give titles for this story. Gotham Knights 2 is frankly quite lame, but it'll work if it has to. Anyway, onto the reviews from the last chapter of Gotham Knights.

Hannah—Don't worry about the title. I'm sure I'll come up with something, but please help! Here's the sequel. I hope that it lives up what I did with the first one.

Bunny94—I'm glad that you loved it! Yup. Sequel.

Johanna—Well, I suppose it is, and it's always nice to get reviews! =P I know what you mean about not always trying. I do that at school occasionally. Please give me something for titles.

Blpaul—Hey don't worry about it. I'm glad that I did the ending well. I really enjoyed it, and I even cried. Thank you. Well, you got any ideas for the title?

Peyton16—I always enjoy first time reviewers, and you are always welcome to review. Well, I'm glad that you reviewed =). I'm glad that you approve of it. I learned from my English teacher about explaining things well so that your readers always know what's going on. I'm glad that Alex added a new thing to the movies. Sorry, it made you mad, but how could've I just left it like that? About Alex and Bruce: they will get together, but what happens after that, I can't say. ;)

Mell—Thank you!!!! That is one of my favorite compliments, because there are ton of stories here. Here's the sequel. =)

DISCLAIMER: Everything that you recognize from the movies or comics do NOT belong to me!!! They belong to WB, DC comics, and Chris Nolan. Do not sue me. It is just my imagination that was sparked by them. Everyone else (i.e. Alex, Wilson, Harry) belongs to me, and if I had enough money, I would copyright them.

Okay, the beginning of the next one. That was lame, but I can't say the beginning of the end, because I don't know if it will be the end. Also, remember that what happens here on out, is completely what I think is going to happen in the next one or result of TDK. It is just my opinion, but I am open to suggestion if someone has something else to add. So enjoy.

A few weeks after the Joker was caught and put into Arkham's solitary confinement, everything was getting back to normal. I was still trying to decide if that was a good thing or not. I was however right about one thing: crime had nearly stopped for the first week after the Joker was off the streets. Everyone was picking up the pieces, including us. We had to move the squad room to a temporary spot on the top floor, take the stairs, and deal with the constant banging around below us as MCU was quickly rebuilt. I wasn't surprised when Dad told me that the population had dropped since the Joker attacked the ferry; even some of the cops had resigned or asked to be transferred to safer cities. Ramirez was one of them. Her mother had declined rapidly because of the stress and died. Ramirez quickly resigned and vanished from Gotham. Not all of it was bad though. With dad as the commissioner, he was in charge of promotions. He went relatively crazy with them. It was a day that I would never be able to forget.

I woke up about ten minutes before my alarm went off on a typical Wednesday morning, but unfortunately, it wasn't one of my many nightmares that woke me up. It was the frustrating pain in my shoulder. I groaned and massaged it as I sat up and shut the alarm off. I sighed as I slammed my head back on the pillow. It was so annoying! I hated the fact that my left arm was almost completely useless and in pain. I pulled the bottle of Vicodin from the bedside table and popped one pill in my mouth and swallowed it down. I rolled out of my bed when my phone rang. I grabbed it out of the kitchen and answered.

"Gordon," I moaned in a very sleepy voice.

"Mornin', Sunshine," Dad said.

I sighed. "There are times when I really should say, 'Bite me.'"

I heard him chuckle. "Very funny, Al." That wasn't the cheeriest tone that I've every heard from him.

I sat down. "Sorry. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Eh, whatever," he groaned. "Be at my office in an hour in your uniform."

I had no idea what that meant. "Why?"

"See ya then." There was a click as he hung up.

I rolled my eyes as I put the phone back on the table and began to get ready. For the next forty-five minutes I got ready; shower, dressed, change of clothes, and breakfast. I threw my messenger bag, with the change of clothes, around my shoulders and headed downstairs. I unlocked the door of the black sedan that I was using from MCU since it was a little difficult to drive a speed bike with a bad shoulder. I tossed the messenger bag on the passenger seat and was at City Hall in ten minutes. I walked into the building and took the elevator to the third floor to Dad's office. I knocked on the door.

He looked up from his paperwork. He nodded for me to come in.

I raised my eyebrows in question, but obliged. "Dad, you gonna tell me what this is about?"

He stood up and walked around his desk with a box in his hand. It wasn't just like an ordinary cardboard box, but more like a large jewelry box. "You should probably stand at attention, Alex." I stood straight with my hands at my side as he pulled off my badge and patch that showed my rank. The fact that he was able to just snip it off with scissors told me that it hadn't been sewn on really well. I smirked to myself as he yanked off the shoulder straps from their Velcro binds. He pulled the box off his desk and opened it. Inside there was a badge holder with six citation bars and two new shoulder straps with three gold stars on each to signify my new position. He smiled broadly as attached my badge to its new holder, probably knowing that it would be taken off soon enough. He pinned it back onto my shirt and looked me in the eyes. "There are six of them, but I'm assuming you figured that out," he chuckled. "The medal of honor," he said pointing to the blue starred one. "For all of your outstanding acts that could've cost you your life." He pointed to the next one, "The combat cross for taking down Dent." He sighed as he announced the next one, "Wounded in combat from Dent and the Joker. Life saving, for saving Jimmy and Reese without thinking twice." He looked me in the eyes, and I could clearly see the pride resonating in his eyes. "Grand cordon for leading the Gotham Police in the Joker's arrest. That took guts, Al. And last, but probably not least, grade promotion for standing up to Captain, now Colonel, Harry Greene." He pinned it to my chest.

I smiled, but this was one of the few times in my life I couldn't think of anything to say.

He pulled out the shoulder straps. "Al, I never thought that I would make it to Commissioner, ever, and I never thought that you would wind up a cop. But here we are, and now that I'm leading GPD, I want you to be by my side, helping me, guiding me." He secured the straps in their rightful place. "I can't think of anyone besides you that I would want to be the Deputy Commissioner, so, Alex, you are now Deputy Commissioner Alexandra Gordon." He smiled broadly.

I smiled and fingered the stars on my shoulders.

I could've gone on remembering that for hours if my phone hadn't rang. I sighed, feeling a little disappointed that my memory was cut short, but I needed to be brought back to reality as fast as possible. I picked up the phone. "Gordon."

"Al," Dad replied sounding a little bit sad, "can you come over to my office for a little bit?"

I looked at the stack of paperwork that I should still work on before I headed out for the day. I crinkled my nose at the thought of doing more paperwork; I hated the stuff. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in ten." I hung up the phone. I grabbed my jacket and slid into it, wincing at the slight pain in my shoulder as I moved it too quickly. I pulled my hair at the base of my neck and put the hair tie around it as I walked out of my office. I shut the door of my small office and walked into the squad room, which pretty much consisted of detectives, and those that had been promoted but chose to stay investigating, doing paperwork. It had been a slow day, which was probably a good thing.

One pair of eyes followed my as I strode towards the elevator. "Hey, Chief!" Wilson called.

I sighed and turned around. He called me "Chief" because it was easier to say than "Deputy Commissioner." He had a point, but it did get annoying. "Yeah, Wilson."

He got out of his chair and walked over to me. "Where're you going?"

"Does it matter?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

He put his hand over my head as I leaned against the wall. "Depends on what you're doing." It was his time to smirk.

I spun out from underneath him as I walked into the stairwell. "I'm heading over to City Hall."

He rolled his eyes. "That's no fun," he complained as he walked back to his desk.

I shook my head as I made my way down the stairs and out to the car. It was a relatively boring ten minutes of attempting to make my through the traffic. I sat in almost dead stops for more than half the trip, and it made me wonder I drove instead of walking there. Finally, I was able to make it to City Hall and parked. Parking in this place was almost as bad as the driving. I walked in the building and checked in my weapon. Apparently, everyone in the upper government here was still a little shaky from the Joker getting so deep in the Police Department. I knew that this new security precaution was, while annoying, quite necessary. I walked in the elevator and made my way up to the fifth floor and to Dad's office. The door dinged and I walked towards his office, amazed again at how clean and tidy this place was. I didn't even bother knocking on the door as I entered his new, clean, and big office with a beautiful view of the city.

Dad was just standing, with his hands on his hips, by the window, looking out. He looked awkwardly out of place. He wasn't an office cop; never had been. He was street cop or an investigator, but paperwork was certainly his forte. I knew that he heard me come in, but he was lost in thought. He kept his thoughts in his head a lot more than I did, but I guess that I got that from Mom. "You know, Alex, Gotham is on a turn for the better."

I shook my head and walked over to his side. "That's just 'cause you're stuck in this office all day," I pointed out. "Everything looks perfect from up here."

He turned and faced me. "That's probably why everyone is so surprised when the Joker began to take over the city," he sighed.

"Yeah. 'Cause they're trapped in glass boxes all day," I complained.

I got a half smile from Dad. "Life isn't easy down there." He sounded very reminiscent.

I looked at him in the eyes. "Dad, you're not acting like yourself. What's up?"

He moved over to his desk and sat on the edge. "Remember when I faked my own death?"

I glared at him. Of course I remembered. How could I forget? "Yeah, I remember," I replied after a minute of mulling over the right words to choose. I continued to glare at him, trying to figure out what he getting at.

He looked up at me and cringed just a little bit. Obviously, he figured out that I would never be able to forget. "Right. Sorry," he said quickly. "Anyway, Barbara is beginning to think that being married to a cop isn't worth the trouble, especially after what happened with Dent." He sighed. "I keep trying to tell her that it won't happen again, but she wants me to prove it."

I leaned my head over onto my shoulder. "She has a point." He glared at me. "You do too. Chances are slim that someone will target your family again, but slim doesn't mean none. In a town like this, it very well could happen again."

"I know," he acknowledged. "We've been arguing a lot lately. I don't know how long our marriage is going to last."

I looked at him wide-eyed. "Dad! How can you say something like that? I thought you two were deeply in love."

Dad shook his head slowly. "I'm still in love with your mother, and no matter who I'm with, though I try, I can't fill the hole that Jenny left. Barbara was the closest I got, so we made it work. She's tired of being a cop's wife, especially when she knows that I don't love her like I should. The only thing keeping us together are the kids, and they're even part of our downfall. I should love her more than I love Jimmy, but I don't, and she knows that because of Dent." He fell silent for a while.

I put my hand on his arm. "I'm sorry," was all I could say. I didn't fully understand what he was going through. I honestly didn't understand love, seeing as I had never been in love, but hopefully, I would be. Ironically, the person that made my phone ring at that point in time was the one I wanted to be in love with. "Dad, I gotta take this. Do you wanna go out for dinner with me tonight?"

He looked at me with determined eyes. "Nah. I should go home to Barbara and the kids, and try to make this work."

I shrugged. "Okay." I answered my phone. "Hey, Bruce."

"That's different," he replied.

I smiled as I walked out of Dad's office. "Why are you calling?"

"It's been almost a month. I was beginning to think that you had forgotten about me," he whined.

I laughed as I rode down in the elevator. "You're kinda hard to forget, Bruce," I shot back playfully. "I've been busy at work though. Ya know? Getting things back on track."

"Of course. Work always comes first," he said with a little bit of an attitude.

I narrowed my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "You're on thin ice, Bruce. Tread lightly."

"Sorry," he said immediately. He sounded genuinely sorry.

"Okay. Don't worry about it. So why did you call?" I asked as I slid in my car.

"We still haven't had a date," he pointed out.

I thought about it for a second. "I can't do anything really fancy, but I can take tonight off and we could go out for drinks."

There was a pause. "Not my normal date, but I'm beginning to figure out that you're not a normal girl. Sounds great. Where and when?"

"I take that offensively, Bruce," I joked. "O'Malley's on 7th at 6:30."

"All right. Bye, Alex."

"Bye." There was the typical click as he hung up. I squealed like a little girl as I turned the car on. Gotham really was a strange place, but I liked it.

So it's not the longest chapter, but it's okay. I need to work on Bruce's personality a little more, and I have some twisty little things that will happen… eventually. Well, I don't have much more to say. Clicky the rectangular button below and review! (titles are greatly appreciated =)