"You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I can do those things because I am not a hero, like Dent. I killed those people. That's what I can be."

When I heard Bruce say those words my heart died. My entire being disintegrated and turned to ice. My spirit went to sleep somewhere cold. I had not known he had been planning this. He was the true hero, Gotham's "White Knight" was not the hero, but Batman was. Harvey Dent had shot those people not The Dark Knight. Bruce Wayne, The Batman, was innocent but they were still chasing him, they were too blind to understand, and I couldn't stop them completely.

Don't get me wrong, I could and wanted to go after them and I would kill everyone of them but Bruce had made his decision and their destruction would just make things worse. What would people say if a the whole of Gotham's finest were suddenly murdered by yet another caped crusader? We all agree that it would just make the people in Gotham look harder for us. It would make Gotham destroy the only ones who actually did any good in their beloved city.

I had been hiding in the shadows since I had arrived to see Batman take out Harvey. I had a perfect view behind Commissioner Gordan and his darling family. We watched as the chase reached full swing and all the other officers had cleared out and gone after my love with the dogs. My secret love for the Batman didn't help things so I kept it that; a secret. We were now alone in the pitch-black night, the dog's barks had faded into the background but I heard them with painful clarity. Mrs. Gordan had now broken down to tears, fully understanding the sacrifice my love was making for this city. Her tears glistened black, as they ran down her pretty face, in the starless night. There was only a silvery full moon accompanying us tonight and the beautiful moon seemed to mourn with us for we seemed to have lost The Dark Knight.

A beeper sounded in my mask's speaker, I needn't look down at the small monitor in my wrist for I had only set one timer in my suit tonight. Bruce had told me to do something for him if things were to go wrong and things had. I sighed silently and slipped out of the shadows. I never looked at him while I moved to stand beside the Commissioner and his family.

"Evening Commissioner." I said quietly from beside him, disguising my voice, like Bruce did so not to reveal our identities and to empower fear inside of all our enemies.

He spun his head around and gasped, "who are you?"

I never looked at him, "I'm Batgirl, don't worry I'm with Batman." They all stared at their new addition to the freak shows running around Gotham but, thank God, I happened to be a good freak show.

I continued speaking without paying any attention to them, time was running out, " he asked me to give you this." I handed him the note and he took it.

"Read it now and do what it says immediately or The Dark Knight will die." I breathed and disappeared, just like Batman, leaving him convinced that I was the real deal.

I lingered on a roof top as the Commissioner did as the note instructed then I ran to my motorbike and went to save The Dark Knight, my cape blowing in the wind behind me.

"You were wrong Bruce, Gotham doesn't need its 'White Knight'. Harvey Dent is a maniac, just like the Joker, his creator. Gotham needs you. It needs its true hero, The Dark Knight. Harvey lived long enough to see himself become the villain." I muttered but my words were blown away by the wind as I raced to save my love.