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Fall 2010

"You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Harvey's truthful words rang out in my head clearly. Somehow in the back of my mind that those words were specifically meant for Bruce-well Batman. They were true and in time that was what Batman had become to Gotham City. An immortal symbol that cannot die, however he had indeed become a villain they were hunting.

Today, marked exactly two years of those horrific events. A tear escaped my lids as I placed a fresh bouquet of flowers on Harvey Dent's grave. No one else knew as to how he died. Bruce and Commissioner Gordon had agreed that no one would ever know as to what Harvey had become in the end. Myself and Barbara Gordon were the only ones that knew and we swore that our lips would be tightly sealed.

Barbara and I had developed a bondage of some sort that night. Of course, she had no knowledge as to the fact that Batman was indeed my husband. We bonded over the fact that we faced death that night, that she almost lost her child and that I indeed lost mine. She helped me get through it. I needed the female companionship she offered. Aunt Audrina offered to help, but she didn't know the pain of losing a child. She never had one and I felt that I needed someone who would understand my pain. I never actually said that to her. Masking it with some other reason was what I did in fear of her hurting her feelings.

As I stared at Harvey's grave, I realized that I had long since forgiven him. After all, the way the things turned out were not his fault. He only wanted to save Gotham as well Bruce and Gordon. I did not blame my child's death on any of them. I blamed it on myself.

Nightmares were said not to be reality, but my current situation proved otherwise. I woke up the next morning with no memory back. I carefully propped myself higher against the stiff pillows of the hospital bed. Before I could finish getting comfortable I glanced to my right and saw that the handsome man was sleeping on the uncomfortable looking sofa by the window. Did he stay here the entire night? Guilt took a tight grasp on me as to what I must be putting him through.

"A familiar sight, which is a good thing at a time like this." A British accent whispered as he stepped into the room carefully with a tray holding three steaming cups. Ripping my gaze away from the peaceful man sleeping by the window, I recognized the older man from last night. "Good morning Miss Violet."

"Good morning Mr-?" It must have seemed very rude of me to ask. After all it seemed that he knew me for years.

His smile was sad, yet he completely understood what I meant. "Alfred Pennyworth, pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand to me and I shook it. Alfred Pennyworth was kind and it made me want to cry. How can I not remember this kind man and his young boss?

I offered him a small smile. "Excuse me -"

He shook his head. "Alfred, please Miss Violet."

"I apologize, but what did you mean by familiar sight?" I was curious as to what he meant by that. It must have been a very fond sight.

"Ah, well usually you would always be the first to wake before Master Bruce. We were both always careful not to disturb him from his sleep." Alfred took the three cups out of the tray and began opening the lids and drizzling sugar on the hot liquid.

I glanced at the clock in the room. It was almost a quarter til ten in the morning. "Does he not get enough sleep?"

Alfred looked up from the cups of coffee he was preparing. "You can say that."

"Some things never change." A voice startled both of us from the other side of the room. Bruce rose up from the couch and walked over to where Alfred was and took a sip from one of the cups. I looked down and my eyes almost rolled back once more at the exquisite purple diamond ring on my left hand.

I did not say anything. After all, what could I possibly say? Anything that would come out of my mouth would probably worry them more than they already are. I hated to admit this to myself, but I longed to see a familiar face. Maybe if I could convince them to have them get into contact with my Aunt Audrina, it might put me at ease.

Before I could ask what was on my mind, Doctor Harrison came in. "How are we doing today Mrs. Wayne." I cringed as he said that. It was not that I did not like it, but it was the fact that it was a bitter reminder of what I was. The happy life I had no memory of anymore.

They all looked at me with optimistic expressions. With little optimism I had left in me I managed to offer a small smile. "As to my injuries I feel a little better. However, I cannot say the same about my memory."

Bruce's face fell and he looked away from me. "Is there a possibility she can regain her memory."

Dr. Harrison looked over my chart and scribbled some notes on it. "It is hard to say. This takes time and she suffered a serious head trauma."

"Is there anything I can do to help trigger my memory?" I asked suddenly. I had to do this for my sake and for Bruce.

"Well, you can start by asking questions about your life. Going back to your way of life as if nothing happened. Right now that is all I can say." Dr. Harrison advised. "Now, you might get a few headaches here and there. I will prescribe something for and I also recommend you seeing a psychologist now then for progress."

"When will she be able to go home?" Bruce asked as his gaze remained on Dr. Harrison.

I know that he is my husband, but right now I think it best if I made my own decisions. "She will be discharged later this afternoon." Okay, now I had to speak up and stand my ground. How can I accept going into a stranger's house? I don't know him- well at least remember.

"No, I cannot do that." I finally spoke up and I could tell by the look on Bruce's face I plunged a dagger into his chest.

"Violet, Dr. Harrison just said that you need to get back to your way of life." Bruce's voice was stern.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "And thrusting me into is going to solve everything. He just said this will take time."

Dr. Harrison and Alfred looked at each other and it just made the tension in the room reach an all time high. Bruce and I stared at each other. Apart of me was screaming that I was being childish and that all he was trying to do is help me get my memory back any way he could. Bruce was desperate and so was I, but I was not comfortable.

"It will take time yes, but taking you home and surrounding you by the things that are familiar to you will help it. Your life before all this was with me and Alfred." Bruce was not going to budge.

This time, Dr, Harrison interjected in our little heated talk. "Your husband is right. It is the only logical way for this to help itself."

I looked at all three of them and they were right. I lost this argument and just threw in the white flag, but not entirely. "Fine, I guess I have to do what is necessary." The words that came out of my mouth were like venom. I was resisting because I was scared of the unknown. Isn't everyone scared of the unknown?

I had a gut wrenching feeling that the life I had before the accident was not a simple one. It was much more than that. Something was holding me back because that life was not something normal.