A/N: I've never written a drabble, I've never really understood the definition, and I've no idea if this would be classified as one. So, forgive me for my ignorance. Just a little thing I pounded out whilst caught up in the TDKR soundtrack.

She doesn't mind dying; not now, not when her life's work is drawing to a close. Her Father will be, at long last, avenged. She hopes the bomb goes off as scheduled. She prays the people of Gotham finally feel the fire. Oh, just seeing Bruce Wayne's face when her duplicity was revealed is almost as sweet. He will feel the pain she has felt. He will know what it is like to stand by and watch as your life crumbles from under you. She wants this nuclear blast more than anything else. But, much to her shame, she does not make this her dying wish. No, instead it is that she could have tasted her protector's lips just one time in this life. She thinks it would have been beautiful.