Rushing into MCU after changing from her Black Kitten outfit, Angie skidded in front of the door that led to the holding cells.

Unfortunately, she kept skidding PAST the doorway and hit something that clattered before actually making it to the doorway.

"GORDAN!"

He smiled sheepishly, knowing she wasn't going to be too happy with him about the scare…

PUNCH!

"OW!"

Rubbing his arm where she'd hit him, he saw the expression on her face, warning him to NEVER do something like that again.

Then her expression softened and Angie hugged him, trying to keep her joyful tears at bay.

"Next time you get yourself shot and come back to life, I want to know so I don't get shot…"

Jim chuckled, managing to hold her at arm's length and inspect the bandage that was visible beneath her tank top.

"How's it healing up?"

"Good enough where I can fall over things…" She muttered, smiling slightly as a sign of good humor.

Gordan shook his head in amusement, smiling…

"Sometimes, I wonder how you do HALF of the things you do…"

"Good luck?"

The mayor stepped in, and the conversation was left unfinished as he stepped forward.

"Do we have anything?"

"Nothing."

Gordan sighed, listing off everything they DIDN'T have, and Angie whistled at the end.

"DAMN…Did he get into the systems and erase himself or something?"

"Don't scare me with that, Dawes…"

"Sorry…"

"You should go home and rest, Gordan. The clown will keep until morning. Tomorrow, you get the big job."

Both lieutenants paused, watching the mayor in surprise.

"I won't take no for an answer, Commissioner Gordan!"

The other officers cheered, and Angie grinned before giving another hug.

"Congrats, partner! Well, I guess it's 'boss' now."

Her good mood shattered when she realized the Joker was clapping, and glared venomously.

"Lieutenant?"

Turning to the mayor, she fought to get her face neutral.

"Yes?"

"You'll be positioned here to watch the Joker tonight."

"What? I can't!" She replied, eyes widening.

"I don't have anyone to watch-!"

"I'm sure you can find someone."

Glaring after him, Angie grumbled something under her breath as she settled on a chair, pulling out her Juke.

Calling the penthouse, she softly asked Alfred to pick up Mia at her apartment to watch her that night.

He replied that he had some delays on the way, and that it would take at least an hour to get there.

Sighing as she said her goodbye, Angie leaned back in her seat as Detective Jones tried to sneak up on her…

"Touch me, and you'll only be half a man, Jones."

He paused, looking at the back of her head as if judging if she would, when she looked over her shoulder with a cold glare.

"Try me."

A chuckle from the Joker caught both their attentions, causing Angie to look even icier.

"What?" She demanded, clearly not in the mood for games.

"You're quite the puzzle, lieutenant…"

Her eyes narrowed, but that was the only change to her expression.

"I wonder which one is the real you…"

Not answering his question, she let her chair hit the floor on all four legs before standing.

Pinning Jones with a glare, she sighed.

"I've got some calls to make. YOU stay in here and watch the clown. If he's not here when I get back, I'll hunt BOTH of you down."

With that, she stepped out into the hallway, putting in her home phone number before putting her phone to her ear.

Three rings later, Mia picked it up…

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mia. It's mommy."

"Mommy! Where are you?"

"I have to stay at work tonight, sweetheart. Alfred is going to be picking you up in about an hour, alright?"

"Okay, mommy."

She could almost hear the smile in that little voice, but she quirked an eyebrow when she heard knocking…

"Is that Alfred, mommy?"

"He shouldn't be there yet…"

'And he would have said it was him after knocking…'

The knocking turned to banging, and Mia whimpered…

"Mommy…?"

"Honey, go into my room and close the door. Lock it, and then go into my closet."

Her heartbeat was accelerating, but she was frozen in fear before her muscles began to surge with energy…

'I've got to get there…'

Starting to move down the corridor, she heard the frightened whimpers of a petrified child…

"M-Mommy…"

"Be quiet, sweetie…" She soothed, her pace picking up into a run when she heard something break over the line…

'No…'

There was shuffling, something shattering, and her eyes glowed as her adrenaline awakened her life force enough to cause the walls around her to shake…

A scream, and the phone was filled with the sounds of a futile struggle…

'NO!'

A new voice came over the line, rough and deep…

"You'd better find out where your little girl is soon…We wouldn't want anything to HAPPEN to her, would we?"

The line went dead…

Stopping, she tried to think of what that meant, when a thought entered her mind, making her snarl in rage.

'Joker…'

Stomping back to the holding cell, no one got in her way as fire and brimstone seemed to flare behind emerald eyes.

"Where the fuck are your guys taking her?" Angie demanded, glaring through the bars.

"Well, it depends, beautiful…"

His smile widened grotesquely…

"Who are you looking for?"

She was at the end of her self control, but she wasn't going to let him know that…

"My daughter, you sick fuck."

"Oh, the little girl…"

He chuckled…

"What makes you think I know where she is?"

The frustrated, angry look on her face stayed put, as if saying 'I KNOW you do', but she turned to one of the detectives.

"You get him into the interrogation room. I'm calling Gordan."

Someone stopped her on her way out, and she froze at the words…

"Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes never made it home, lieutenant."

'Oh no…'

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Gordan had insisted she not go into that room to interrogate the Joker, but she was stubborn.

"He knows where my kid and sister are, Gordan!"

"Go relax, Dawes."

Glaring, she headed outside, huffing.

"Lieutenant?"

Glaring at Jones more forcefully than she had Gordan, Angie turned her back on him.

"I'm not in the mood, Jones."

"Actually, neither am I."

Turning a bit in confusion, the brunette froze as a dart hit her neck.

Eyes widening as she realized it was a tranquilizer, she pulled it out, dropping it to the floor as her knees hit the floor.

He chuckled, crouching down in front of her as she tried to stay up…

"Not so tough now, are you?"

"I'm going to kill you, you traitorous fuck…" She promised, darkness enveloping her form…

The only thing that woke her up was Mia's crying and Rachel's shouts…

Eyes fluttering open, she immediately woke up when she saw the oil drums and her baby girl tied to a chair.

"Mia! Rach!"

"Angie, we need to get out of here! We only have a minute left!"

Nodding, her eyes glowed, snapping her restraints off before she stood, doing the same for the others before picking up Mia.

"Come on!"

Running out of a far door, they bolted down a hallway and spotted a window at the end.

Rachel was lagging behind, and a thought crossed her mind…

'If Angie slows down to help me, none of us will make it…'

It was a split-second decision, to sacrifice herself to save her younger sister and niece, and Rachel shoved the younger woman closer to the window pane.

Angie's eyes widened in realization…

"RACHEL-!"

The explosion caused her to instinctively put up a protective bubble, and the force sent her crashing through the glass…

She saw her sister's apologetic look before the fire blinded her…

The barrier fell once the force died, and Angie shielded her daughter as she hit the ground on her back, the sound of cop cars almost drowned out by the roar of the fire…

"DAWES!"

Looking up at Gordan, her vision blurred a bit as tears escaped…

"Where's Jones?"

"Why?"

"I'm going to kill him…"

Her eyes slid closed, tears still falling, as she slid into unconsciousness…