I know it has been a long wait, but I am happy to present to you the sequel to We Own the Night! I'm sorry it took so long to get published but my work schedule didn't want to cooperate. So here is the long awaited sequel!

Disclaimer: I only own Makenna.

~M~

It has been eight years since Harvey Dent was betrayed by the Batman, or so the people of Gotham believed. They also accused Batman's partner, Shadow, for having a hand in Harvey's death but her name slowly slipped from everyone's mind. They didn't know much about her to keep the blame on her especially since she only appeared for the first time eight years ago.

The years following Dent's death along with Rachel's caused Bruce Wayne to become a recluse much to his wife Makenna's chagrin. She tried to tell him everything was going to be okay and that Rachel would want him to move on, but he wouldn't listen. Slowly, the two began drifting apart and the only ones that knew were Makenna and Alfred. Bruce was too locked up to realize that he was pushing one of the last few people he had away. The morning before Dent's memorial everything changed for Bruce. He came out of his study and walked into the bedroom he shared with Makenna to see that all of her things were gone. The only items she left behind were her wedding rings.

"Alfred!" Bruce shouted.

"Yes, Master Bruce?"

"Where's Makenna?"

Bruce turned toward Alfred when he didn't answer. His friend and butler quickly composed himself and cleared his throat.

"I don't know sir. She must have slipped out when I was getting ready. I'm sorry." He replied. However, he knew where she went and why but she had sworn him to secrecy until the time was right.

The two continued on with their lives until the night of Harvey Dent Day at the mansion. Bruce stood at the top of the mansion as he surveyed the crowd hoping to see a familiar face as the Mayor began his speech. Bruce didn't listen as he continued to search the crowd for Makenna, but he didn't see her. His eyes were brought to the front when he heard the Mayor call up Commissioner Jim Gordon.

"I have…written a speech…telling the truth about Harvey Dent. Maybe the time isn't right. Maybe right now all you need to know is that there are one thousand inmates in Blackgate Prison as a direct result of the Dent Act. These are violent criminals, essential cogs in the organized-crime machine. Maybe, for now, all I should say about the death of Harvey Dent is this: It has not been for nothing."

When Gordon was done Bruce turned and walked away. After tonight he believed he would never see Makenna again, and it was his fault. However, he was unaware that half way around the world something dangerous was brewing, and it involved Makenna.

~M~

Makenna stood outside of the plane, hands tied behind her back as a vehicle made their way towards them. The CIA operative in front of her had taken her into custody after she was found in the last known location of the mercenary Bane. She cursed to herself as she allowed them to tie her hands and take her to their plane. All they were waiting for was Dr. Pavel, the man Makenna had been looking for. The vehicle came to a stop as a man stepped out and approached them. His eyes wandered over to Makenna and furrowed. She lifted an eyebrow as the man averted his eyes from her. Makenna tuned the three men out as they spoke but she perked up when she heard them mention Bane's name. The operative standing beside her harshly pushed her forward onto the plane followed by the three bagged men.

As they entered the plane Makenna was pushed into a nearby seat as the men knelt down next to her, the closest one almost touching her. The plane took off and they were in the air on their way back to the agency. Makenna closed her eyes as she tried to shimmy her hands free of their bindings, but no luck.

"The flight plan I just filed with the agency lists me, my men, Dr. Pavel here, this woman, but only one of you!"

The planes door was opened as one of the captured men was dragged toward it and hung out. Makenna went back to work trying to free her hands while the men were preoccupied.

"First one to take gets to stay on my aircraft! Who paid you to grab Dr. Pavel?" When the man didn't answer Makenna looked over at the sound of a gunshot, but the man was still on the plane. She quickly looked away and continued.

"He didn't fly so good! Who wants to try next? Tell me about Bane! Why does he wear the mask? A lot of loyalty for a hired gun!"

Makenna had her hands free but froze when the man next to her spoke. The harsh metallic breathing she had heard earlier was coming from him.

"Well, perhaps he's wondering why someone would shoot a man before throwing him out of a plane."

"At least you can talk. Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is our plan." With that being said the CIA operative reached forward and removed the bag from the man's head. Makenna had her eyes glued to the well-built man beside her as the bag was removed. Her eyes widened when she saw the mask around his face, Bane. At long last she finally found him but she couldn't do anything here, at least not yet.

"No one care who I was till I put on the mask." Bane said.

"If I pull that off, will you die?"

"It would be extremely painful."

"You're a big guy."

"For you."

Makenna turned to look out the window as the two talked. She carefully hid her freed hands from view. The last thing she needed was to start a fight in the air. As the two continued their conversation Makenna started working on a plan to escape once they were back state side. She knew the CIA was the best, but she was better. Her thoughts were set aside when Bane's voice sent a chill down her spine at his last words.

"Crashing this plane."

That's when all hell broke loose. Bane glanced over at Makenna for a split second as they shared a silent conversation. Before anyone had time to react, Makenna ducked down into the seat as gunfire broke the plane windows and men hung from cables outside. Bane was up on his feet quicker than Makenna thought he could move and punched the CIA agent. Makenna sat up when she felt the plane's tail being pulled upward. She held onto the seat for dear life unsure as to what was about to happen. She was soon joined by Bane as he swung onto the seat next to her.

"And who might you be?" Bane asked.

"No one of importance." She simply replied. "I'll tell you when you get me off this damn plane"

"A woman such as you shouldn't use words like that. It's unbecoming."

Makenna snorted and looked away. "I'm not your average woman."

Bane didn't say a word. He just stared at her for a moment longer before turning back to the job at hand. As he held onto the seat he swung out and easily fell to the seats below. Makenna quickly reacted when the top of the plane blew open. She looked down at the men and watched as one reached for his gun and began to shoot. Gunfire from above had her pulling herself from the seats edge so as not to be hit.

"Shit…" she muttered to herself as men were being lowered down. Her eyes landed on the black body bag they brought with them. Before she knew what was happening Pavel was lifted up with one of Bane's men. Worried Makenna looked over the side of the seat just as Bane reached her. He motioned her forward and had her wrap her arms around his neck. She watched as he pulled a button from his pocket and pressed it. Soon they were in open air being lifted into another plane when she felt herself slipping. Bane wrapped an arm around her middle to stop her and she looked up. She had to get away from him and back to Gotham and soon. She had a bad feeling that's where Bane was headed.

~M~

Alright here is the first chapter, I know it's short but it's only the first one. I wasn't too sure where I wanted to end this and I thought here would be a good idea. Don't worry though, I am working on chapter two as we speak and I may just have it posted later today. Hope you all enjoyed!