I am back my friends. I apologize for taking so long to update. Between Marching band ending, College applications, and have a tiny bit of a writers block, I've been busy. But I am back now and will try and write as much as possible. I make no promises.
Anyway, I'm trying to get out of the Dark Knight plotline so I can start with my own. I tried to stay as faithful to the movie while still adding my own twist in there, even using the original script. I hope I was at least halfway successful.
Oh, I also got a message from Amsr, Sorry but I don't understand Spanish. I tried to get a translator but only got about half the message. Sorry, I didn't know how else to tell you.
Anyway, thanks to those who added this to their favorite lists and alert lists. A special thanks to those who reviewed, I really appreciate it.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dark Knight, it completely belongs to Christopher Nolan and Warner Brothers. I do own any OC's that are not familiar with the story. I also own some parts of the plot, not the whole thing. Please don't steal.
"Rachel, stop pacing, you're making me dizzy." Rachel sighed and sat down on Hanna's couch.
"I'm sorry, I'm worried about him." Hanna nodded and continued to go through some paperwork, since it seemed to be the only thing that could distract her. She glanced over to Danny, who was currently playing video games.
"You think those things are corrupting him?" Hanna asked softly. Rachel glanced over at Danny and shrugged.
"I think the video games are the least of your worries. If they don't corrupt him this city will." Hanna sighed and dropped her paper work on her coffee table.
"I was thinking about moving you know." Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Where would you move?" she asked. Hanna shrugged and leaned back into couch.
"I'm not sure, somewhere far from Gotham, that's for sure." Rachel sighed and laid her head back against the couch.
"I wish I could move. My whole life is here though, I don't think I could go anywhere else." Hanna nodded.
"I know, I'm praying that once this Joker thing is done with, Gotham will be a bit better." Rachel turned toward her and raised an eyebrow.
"You think that's going to happen?" After a long pause Hanna shook her head and ran a hand over her face.
"No, I think that's just what I want to happen. I want things to get better. I want to be able to sleep at night without waking up to every little sound, worrying that it's some burglar. I want to be able to drop my son off at school and not worry about having a bomb threat that day. Hell, I just want to be able to walk in my house without worrying about whether it is safe to sleep in or not. I want Nathan to be here. I want you, Bruce, and I to be able to talk together without this weird cloud above our heads. I want…"
She trailed off and crossed her arms over her chest and looked down to her ring finger, where her wedding ring still lay. Rachel reached over and placed her head on her shoulder and a hand in her best friends. She thought about how much Hanna had gone through in the past year or so, how much she was fighting just to keep herself sane. It was becoming a daily battle for her to be happy, it wasn't fair.
"I want things, just for one, to be peaceful. I want one day that is tainted by death, crime, or some crazy guy in make-up." Rachel chuckled and patted her shoulder.
"One day, Hanna. One day it'll happen." A knock on the door prevented Hanna from saying anything else. She gave a sigh and opened the door, surprised to find Anna Ramirez standing in front of her.
"Lieutenant, what can I help you with?" she knew that Rachel was good friends with her, but she herself didn't know the woman herself.
"I'm here to see Miss Dawes, Ms. Sanders." Hanna nodded and Let Rachel walk to the door.
"Anna, what is it?" Rachel asked.
"We have the Joker, Harvey is asking you to come in and help him interrogate him. I'll give you the details on the way." Hanna shot her a skeptical look, but Rachel nodded.
"Sure, I suppose I'll see you later Hanna." Hanna grabbed her arm.
"Rachel, maybe you should just wait here for Harvey." Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Hanna, what's the big deal?" Hanna shrugged and shot a look at Anna, who was now shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"No big deal, but you have to be careful now-a-days Rachel." Rachel rolled her eyes and grabbed her coat.
"I'll be fine. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll set up a date for dinner." Hanna pressed her lips together but nodded her head.
"Alright." Rachel gave her a quick hug and waved to Danny.
"Bye Hanna." She called, turning around and walking down the stairs.
"Bye Rachel." Hanna replied.
"Mattie, you said you would give Rachel and I a ride to the mall!" Mathew sighed and shook his head, he didn't have time for this.
"Jesus, Hanna, Don't you have Bruce for that?" he asked. Hanna crossed her arms and pouted.
"He's at lacrosse. Come on, we only have two cars, dad is using one and you are using the other, I want to go to the mall." Hanna complained. Rachel sat from her spot on the couch and shook her head. Mathew turned toward his younger sister and handed her a few dollars.
"Take the monorail, or the bus." He instructed. Hanna gave a angry huff but stuffed the money in her pocket regardless.
"You want to send you baby sister and her best friend off on a bus, with a ton of people who might be criminals. That's so cold." Rachel tried to hold in a snort, and succeeded, but shook her head.
"Nice Han," she commented. Hanna said nothing and continued to look at her brother, who was glaring down at her.
"Hanna, grow up, you know that the buses aren't that bad. I mean, there are even some alley ways that are fine." He told her.
"Tell that to Bruce." Hanna snapped. There was a long pause before Matthew gave a frustrated sigh.
"Fine, I'll tell mom I'm taking you." He muttered, moving to the kitchen. Rachel stood up and walked up to her friend.
"That was… a bit harsh Hanna." Rachel said. Hanna shrugged.
"It's partially true. Besides, I hate taking the bus, there is always that weird guy on the bus who gives us weird looks." Rachel chuckled but nodded.
"True, maybe we should wear masks when we go on the buses." Rachel suggested. Hanna raised an eyebrow a her friend and placed her hands on her hips.
"And let the world miss out on seeing all of this?" She asked, gesturing to herself. Rachel gave a laugh. "I don't think so, this is just too awesome to le everyone miss out on."
"So modest Hanna." Matthew remarked, walking into the living room.
"You know it's true." Rachel laughed at Hanna's remark and put her jacket on.
"Come on, let's just go to the mall, wouldn't want those guys at the mall to miss out on you." Hanna smirked and grabbed her jacket as well.
"You know it."
Hanna always trusted her gut feeling, no matter what it may have been. It had gotten her through some of the biggest decisions of her life. This gut feeling, however, was one she didn't want. She just knew something was wrong. There was so much commotion going on in the city it was crazy. There were rumors that a couple of buildings blew up, and a few hours later the police blocked some of the roads.
This is when Hanna began getting worried. The police happened to block one of the roads to the supermarket, which prevented her from getting dinner that night. So she settled with grabbing a frozen pizza for dinner, but she was still perturbed. She heard from her neighbor that her daughter just drove by the police station, which was now half blown to the ground. That added to the fact that she hadn't heard from anyone what was going on, she was going crazy. So she helped Danny into bed and took a shower of her own, and tried to settle down.
Now she was pacing the living room and running a hand through her thick dark hair. She hated this. She picked up her phone and tried Rachel's cell, but it seemed as if the phone was no longer working, which worried her. He next person she called was Harvey, but of course he didn't answer either. So she was stuck with being worried. There was a brief moment where she contemplated calling Bruce, but she doubted he would've known anything and decided against it. Finally, after an hour, there was a phone call. She picked up immediately.
"Hello?" she asked. There was no answer on the other line except light sobs, which got her worried. "Hello? Who is this?" she asked.
"Hanna…" the voice said, though it seemed broken.
"Yes… who is calling?" There was no reply for a moment, but she soon got an answer from the caller.
"This is Mrs. Dawes, Rachel's mother." The gut feeling began to worsen.
"Oh, Mrs. Dawes, it's nice to hear from you. What can I help you with?" there was a small fit of sobs.
"I… I don't know if you um… got a call or not but… uh…" she broke into another fit of sobs, this time much louder.
"Mrs. Dawes, what's wrong? What happened?" Hanna asked. Mrs. Dawes took a breath and paused. When she finally answered her voice was quiet.
"She's dead, Hanna. My baby girl is gone." Time stopped as the news settled in. Rachel couldn't be dead, she was just there not even a few hours ago. How could she be dead?
"Are you sure? Maybe she just isn't answering her phone, or maybe she just got hurt. You have to be sure about these things!" the sound of Mrs. Dawes hysterical crying was heard, and she knew it was true.
"I'm sorry Hanna, please believe me. She really is…" she trailed off for a moment. Hanna felt her phone shaking and she knew that if she didn't get off it soon it would drop out of her hand. "I'm so sorry honey, I have to go. Take care."
"Mrs. Dawes-" she was cut off by the dial tone, and she let her phone drop to the floor as she fell onto the couch.
Not Rachel. She thought. Anyone but Rachel. Hanna took a glance at a picture on a shelf. The picture was of her and Rachel on her wedding day. Her dress was a large princess dress, and seemed to hug her upper half perfectly. Her hair was up in some elaborate bun, while her make-up was fair. Rachel stood next to her, her hair down in curls and had a green dress hugging her curves.
She remembered the exact moment the picture was taken. Rachel had made a comment about her dress not fitting through the door of the church, to which she gave a sarcastic remark. They both laughed and the photographer shot a picture. Soon after she recalled her best friend asking if she wish Bruce were there. Hanna wasn't sure how to respond. So she said she was just going to live in the moment and not worry about the past, which seemed to be suitable.
Tears were now permanently stained on her cheeks as memories began to flow back at a rapid pace. This had to be a sick and terrible joke. Any moment Rachel would call and say that she was sorry, but she was alive. Yet as the hours passed, she knew it was no joke, and her best friend was really gone. Hanna curled up on the couch and began to shake violently, it was if the grief of all that had happened had finally caught up with her and was taking her over. Her world was crashing around her, and she was going down with it.
"Look what the rat dragged in." Hanna cringed at the sound of the voice, but turned toward the owner.
"I believe it's, 'Look who the cat dragged in,' not rat, Regina." Regina scoffed.
"No, because not even a rat would go near you." Hanna rolled her eyes and continued to go through her locker, looking for her band folder and drum sticks.
"I don't have time for you, Regina, what do you want?" she asked. She gave a small smile of satisfaction when she found her sticks.
"I just thought you should know that I heard about your boyfriend." Hanna froze when she realized who she was talking about. She clenched her drum sticks and slammed her locker door.
"Piss off." Hanna snapped. She went to turn away but Regina blocked her exit.
"Could he really not stand you that much? So much so that he had to die to get away from you?" Regina's words hit her like a ton of bricks, and tears stung her eyes.
"Fuck off." Hanna hissed.
"Oh, did I strike a nerve? Awe, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings." Before Hanna could say anything else, a voice cut in.
"Come on Regina, bother someone else." Regina scrunched her nose.
"No one asked you, Dawes." Rachel walked up and put a comforting hand on her best friends shoulder.
"Don't you have something better to do? Like stare at yourself?" Rachel hissed.
"Please, I already know I look fantastic, I don't need all your negativity." Hanna glared at her.
"Could've fooled me, it looks like you just rolled out of bed. Where did you get that shirt, snob wannabe shack?" Regina crossed her arms.
"Listen here you little ragamuffin, don't you dare talk to me like that, or I will-"
"You'll what?" a deep voice cut through. All three girls turned to watch a familiar figure walk toward them. Regina wiped the scowl off her face and smiled.
"Bruce… baby, I was wondering where you went off to."
"Cut the crap Regina. Go bother someone else." Regina frowned.
"Bruce, what are you talking about?" she asked. Bruce rolled his eyes and walked up to Hanna.
"Don't listen to her, she's just a stuck up bitch." Regina scoffed.
"Fine, I see how it is. Let's see how long my dad is donating to Wayne enterprises now." She hissed, walking off. Hanna knew better, and knew she would be back soon to 'get back' at her, but she wasn't worried. She felt Rachel's arms around her shoulder and leaned into her hug.
"It's alright, Hanna, she's just a bitch." Hanna said nothing as she looked down.
"Hanna, I'll take care of her, just… forget it ever happened." Bruce told her. Hanna glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his for a brief second before he walked away. Rachel gave her another hug and smiled.
"Let's get some ice cream and eat our brains out." Hanna chuckled.
"Sound's like a plan." Rachel nodded.
"Then we can plot ways to burn her five hundred dollar Dolce and Gabbana bag." They turned to walk away and Hanna wrapped and arm around her friends shoulder.
"Don't ever leave me, I don't know what I'd do without you." Rachel shrugged and smiled at her.
"Don't worry about it, I'll always be here."
"Mrs. Dawes… is there anything else I can do?" Hanna asked. Mrs. Dawes shook her head and wiped away a few more tears.
"No, I think that's all. You should go home, you've been here for practically two days." Hanna sighed. She came over with her mother to help Mrs. Dawes try and cope, which seemed to help a little. Her mother had left to go pick up Danny, but got stuck in the traffic trying to get out of the city, so ended up going to her home.
Hanna decided she was going to stay in the city with her mother and try and get out in a few days. She could stick it out for a little longer, right? Either way, she was stuck at Rachel's old home taking shelter before things got worse in the city. She debated calling Bruce and asking if she could spend a few nights at his penthouse, but she dismissed that idea and figured her house would be safe as any.
"Hanna, You need to pick up your son and go home. Please, don't let simple moments like putting your son to be slip through your fingers." Mrs. Dawes told her. Hanna gave a sigh and nodded.
"Alright, I'll go. Do you want me to do anything before I go?" Mrs. Dawes shook her head and stood up as well.
"Just go home sweetie, and be careful." Hanna gave her a quick hug and a quick goodbye then went to go pick up her son. She got in her car and stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath and collecting herself. She had to get out of here, she had to find a new place to raise her son. The problem was, she wasn't sure she could. Her whole life was in Gotham, how could she just leave it all behind?
She pushed those thoughts out of her head and tried to turn the car on, only to have it make some noise and then shut off. She tired again and still got the same result. After a few more tries, she gave a frustrated huff and banged her head on the steering wheel. This was not her past few weeks. Another sigh escaped her lips before she got out of the car, and began her trek to her in-laws. Maybe they would let her spend the night so she didn't have to go out with her son after dark.
A breeze blew toward her, and she gave a small shiver, cursing the fact that she forgot a jacket. She stopped for a moment and debated on if she wanted to go back or not, but as she looked at her watch she figured she might as well move on. However, before she could move on, a voice cut through the night like a knife.
"A little late to be walking alone, isn't it?" she went to turn around, only to be pulled into an alley and thrown against a wall. She froze upon hearing the click of a gun. "I guess it doesn't matter for someone who is league with the mob."
"What?" Hanna asked, squinting to see who it was.
"Don't play dumb… it doesn't suit you." The voice hissed, taking a step toward her. As soon as her eyes met his brown, she knew who it was. It was the sight of his burnt flesh that made her gasp.
"Jesus, Harvey." She muttered. her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes scanned his face, or what was left of it. "What have they done to you?" she whispered.
"Like you don't know." He hissed, pointing the gun at her again.
"What are you talking about?"
"I know Ramirez picked her up at your place. You handed her off to them!" he hissed. Hanna shook her head vigorously.
"No, no, no, I didn't know. Rachel insisted on leaving with her, I swear. Oh god, Harvey if I would have known-" Harvey reached out and his hand clasped around her throat. In shock she grabbed onto his hand, as if that would make him stop. He glared at her for a moment before loosening his hand, causing her to taking in a shaky breath. When she was done coughing her moved the gun to her head.
"Have you ever had to listen the person you love most die?" he asked. She pressed her lips together and felt the prick of tears sting her eyes.
"Harvey…" she said softly.
"Where would your little boy be?" she felt her heart stop and her limbs freeze. It was then when she felt tears fall down her cheeks and she snapped back to reality.
"No, Harvey please, not my son! Not Danny, he's all I have left now!" she cried.
"Rachel was all I have left!" he screamed. She flinched and let her gaze fall to the ground.
"Danny's her god son, Harvey." She whispered. For a brief moment he froze, but it soon passed and he pulled out a coin.
"You live." He stated, showing her one side of a coin. "You die." The other side was scorched black, finally giving the coin two different sides. He flipped the coin and caught it in his palm, hiding it from sight. Hanna's eyes never left his palm until he showed her the side.
"Tough luck," he muttered. Hanna stared at the scorched side of the coin and felt her heart sink to her stomach. She let tears fall freely from her eyes as he lifted the gun and pointed it at her chest.
"Harvey, I'm begging you, don't do this." She pleaded. She couldn't leave Danny, she promised.
"See you in hell." He whispered cocking the gun. She then quickly tried to move to the side, in order to move out of the bullets way. The gun went off and she immediately felt a sharp pain hit her right shoulder, which caused her to fall to the ground. Her hand reached up to her shoulder and she felt the warm oozing liquid of her own blood stain her hand.
"God." She whispered looking at her hand. Harvey pointed the gun at her face one more time and went to shoot the gun, only to realize there were no bullets left.
"Damn it." He muttered. He paused for a moment before grabbing her by her shirt and grabbing onto the opposite end of the gun. Hanna looked at him carefully while trying not to show that she was in terrible pain.
"I hope you die a slow and painful death, like the one I am going through right now." He snapped. He lifted the gun and slammed it against her forehead, causing her to black out immediately.
Hanna hated hospitals. She always had, and she probably always would. As soon as you entered the place, you could feel the depression and the weight of disease. It always smelled weird too. She wasn't sure if that was all the sterile cleaning products, of the smell of people dieing, as depressing as that sounded. Maybe she hated them mostly because she had had the horrible experience of coming here when she was a child. Between all the shots she got for vaccines, and the horrible experience of dealing with her broken arm, she hated hospitals. So she did her best to keep away from them.
Today, however, she was having no such luck. She was sitting in the waiting room, Bruce right next to her, with her leg shaking a bit. If it wasn't for Mattie and his wife, she wouldn't even be here. She didn't want to blame him, but she was stuck here and needed someone to blame. So she sat in her uncomfortable white chair, jiggling her leg up and down and cursing her brother for keeping her here.
A warm hand was placed on her lower thigh, causing her to jump and look over. Her eyes met Bruce's warm brown, causing her to feel a little better. She then remembered that his leg was on her thigh and she blushed a deep scarlet. He didn't remove his hand, and she didn't remove it either.
"It'll be over soon enough, you can stop being so jittery. Once the baby is born I'll drive you home." She smirked.
"You mean you will have Alfred drive us home." He chuckled and moved his hand off her thigh.
"Sure, whatever works." He moved his arm so it laid on the back of her chair, giving her the urge to lean against him. She resisted it and looked around.
"Where is Rachel? I thought she said she would be back later." Hanna muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
"She will be, she probably got held up at a vending machine." Bruce told her. Hanna shrugged and leaned down in her chair a little.
"Maybe…" Bruce looked down at her, watching as she began to silently play with a piece of her hair. Her leg had begun to bounce up and down again, and he nudged his knee with hers in order to make her stop. She looked over and mumbled a sorry, as she continued to look around.
"So, I heard you agreed to go out with James Oliver." She shrugged.
"Yeah. He seems nice enough." Bruce raised an eyebrow.
"So you're pretty much settling." Hanna laughed and leaned her head back, inadvertently on his arm.
"It's high school Bruce, I'm not settling, I'm just agreeing to go out on a date. I need to move on and not dwell on Lance anymore, don't you think?" He shrugged. Before anything else could be said, Rachel walked in and handed Hanna a cup of coffee.
"So, any news?" she asked, sitting next to Bruce.
"Just that they are trying to get the baby out soon, and it will be any minute now." Hanna replied. Rachel nodded and took a sip of her own drink.
"I wonder who they will name the god parents." Rachel asked out loud.
"Probably Olivia's siblings. Since they are like… really, really old." Bruce muttered.
"They are not really, really old. They are in their early thirties late twenties." Hanna defended.
"They're older than us." Hanna rolled her eyes and looked toward the door, where she saw her brother emerge. He wore some weird cap on his head, along with what looked to be a surgical suit. In his hands he held a pink bundle, which he was smiling down at. Hanna stood up and walked over to him, followed by her friends. He stopped in front of her and looked up, their identical blue eyes meeting.
"It's a girl." He said quietly, tears glistening in his eyes. Hanna chuckled and nodded.
"I sort of figured, with the pink blanket and all." She muttered. Rachel smiled down at the newborn baby.
"She's so cute… what's her name?" Rachel asked.
"Kelly Anne Grey," he told them. Hanna smiled down at her niece, her blue eyes meeting the small babies bright blue.
"Her eyes are a little light." Hanna muttered.
"They said it could possibly change in her first year." Hanna nodded.
"Isn't she cute Bruce?" Rachel asked. Bruce nodded.
"Very." He agreed, looking down at her. Matt held out Kelly to Hanna.
"Here, you want to hold her?" he asked. Hanna bit her lip.
"Can we wait till we're out of the asylum of death?" she asked. Matt rolled his eyes and moved Kelly forward, placing her in Hanna's arms.
"See, it's not that bad." Hanna smiled and looked at the blond peach fuzz accumulating at the top of her niece's head.
"Hey Kelly, welcome to Gotham." Hanna whispered. Matt smirked as he watched his baby sister hold his newborn daughter.
"You know, Olivia and I would like it if you were the god mother." Hanna looked up at her brother in shock.
"What?" she asked. Matthew laughed.
"We want you to be her god mother." Hanna smiled widely and nodded.
"Okay, sure." She agreed. Mattie smiled.
"Great." Hanna nodded and placed Kelly back in Matt's arms.
"Alright, I got to go." Matt raised an eyebrow.
"So soon?" he asked.
"I hate hospitals."
Everything was heavy. Her arms were heavy, her legs were heavy, her head was heavy. She briefly wondered if this was what death felt like. The dull sound of monitors buzzing and some annoying beeping sound. After a moment she decided she would attempt to move her head, that only resulted in a sharp pain coming from her shoulder. It surged through her body and seemed to awaken a pain in her head. This couldn't be death, it was much too painful.
After a few more seconds, she decided she would chance opening her eyes. As soon as she did, light surged through her lids and made her shut them once more. No, this couldn't be death. If it was, she was sure she had to be in hell.
A few more minutes and she forced her eyes to open and look around. Thankfully, or not, she wasn't dead. She was in a hospital room. The humming she heard was the humming of machines pumping all sorts of things into her. Her arms were lined with needles stuck in almost every vein she had, probably contributing to her arms being heavy.
She felt a weight shift on her leg, and she looked down. There slept Danny, half of him curled on top of her lead, the other half barely on the bed. She smiled lightly and continued to look around the room. She saw her mother sitting in a chair, her glasses on and a book in her hand. Even though she was reading, she could see the lines of worry etched on her face.
"Mom." Hanna's raspy voice called. She was surprised her mother could even hear her, due to her voice being so worn and quiet. Her mother looked up and practically ran over.
"Hanna, oh Hanna. You're awake." She whispered, leaning over and kissing her forehead. The pain in Hanna's head erupted again and she flinched.
"Oh, ouch." Hanna whispered. Her mother frowned.
"I'm sorry, I forgot about that." She apologized. Hanna shook her head and watched as a doctor walked in. He looked quite tired, as if he hadn't slept for a few days. Though she was sure hardly anyone in this city slept anymore.
"Mrs. Sanders, good to see you awake." He said, taking a hold of her clipboard.
"Hi." Hanna muttered.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, walking over and checking her eyes.
"Uh, alright. My shoulder and head hurt, and a lot of other things are sore." She confessed. He nodded and checked her heart rate.
"Yes, we expected as much. You were shot in your shoulder, the bullet blew right through. It seems that there might have been some extra shards on the bullet, that was possibly caused by a jam in the bullet before hand. You have a few graze marks around the wound and on you shoulder, but no major organs were injured, luckily. You also have a cut on your forehead from what looks to be a high impact blow, possibly from a blunt object. This resulted in a mild concussion." Hanna blinked a few times and looked at her shoulder.
"Oh wow." She muttered. Her whole shoulder was bandaged, and was still pretty sore. She looked back to the doctor who was watching her carefully.
"You were lucky that someone was walking by and found you. They called an ambulance and you were brought here right away. We were able to give you enough blood to sustain you through surgery." Hanna furrowed her eyebrows.
"Who found me?" The doctor shrugged.
"We're not sure, someone just called it in and then left you." Hanna looked down at her son and smiled softly.
"When can I go home?" Hanna asked. The doctor wrote a few things on the chart then looked back at her.
"We'll let you know. Not for a while though, just to be warned." Hanna nodded.
"Thank you doctor," she replied, though her voice was quiet. The doctor nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the group alone. Hanna sighed and looked over to her mother.
"How long have I been out?" Hanna asked.
"About three days, they weren't sure you were going to make it." Her mother confessed. Hanna used her good arm and ran a hand through her hair. She then looked at the T.V. that was talking about something like a funeral.
"What happened?" Hanna asked. Her mother glanced up at the television then back at her.
"The joker tried to blow up two boats, but failed in the end. Then the batman killed Harvey Dent, could you believe it!" Hanna's eyes went wide.
"He did what?" she asked.
"Yeah, and a few other people two. A cop, a driver, Sal Maroni was hurt pretty bad. Anna Ramirez was found in a alley with a concussion too. The Batman hurt all those people, and we thought he was going to help the city, not kill cops." Hanna stared at her sheet's in complete shock.
"How is that possible?" she asked softly. Her mother raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Hanna shook her head and watched as Danny began to wake up.
"Nothing." She muttered. Danny sat up and rubbed his eyes and then turned to face Hanna, smiling widely when he saw she was awake.
"MOM!" Danny cried, throwing himself at her. She groaned in pain but pulled him closer to her. She was so thankful that she hadn't been walking with him that night, or he might have been in a bed next to her, or worse.
"Danny, I'm so happy you're alright." She whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. Danny pulled away and smiled, his eyes almost as tired as the doctors.
"I was so scared that you weren't going to make it." He told her. She placed a hand on his cheek and smiled at him.
"I promised I wasn't going to leave… right?" he smiled and hugged her again.
"I love you." Hanna looked up, her eyes meeting the strained look of Jim Gordon.
"I love you too." She told him. He pulled away and turned around, watching as the commissioner walked in.
"Mrs. Sanders, Mrs. Grey," he said curtly.
"What can we help you with, Commissioner?" Hanna's mother asked.
"I just have a few questions for Mrs. Sanders, it shouldn't take long." He told her.
"She just woke up, must it happen now?" Hanna placed a hand on her mothers arm. She then tapped Danny's shoulder and he turned toward her.
"Danny, why don't you take grandma and get something to eat?" He nodded and jumped off the bed.
"Hanna, are you-"
"Mom, I'm fine. Go ahead." Hanna turned her attention to Jim and waited for her family to leave. He then walked toward her and let his eyes drop to the ground.
"Can you tell me what happened the night you were shot?" he asked. She nodded.
"I was walking to my in-laws house to get my son, when I was pulled into an alley way by…" she trailed off. Jim raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
"By who? Mrs. Sanders?" he asked. She looked up at him and thought about it for a moment or two before she answered.
"Just some mugger, I think." She muttered. She knew damn well who really shot her, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. If she told anyone that Harvey Dent was the one who shot her, she would be called crazy, and probably have to go through a bunch of unneeded gossip. She couldn't bring that upon Danny.
"A mugger? What did he look like?" Jim asked. She could tell by his tone that he didn't believe her, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth.
"I don't remember. His face just appears disfigured in my mind." Jim watched her for a moment, almost as if he knew exactly who she was talking about, but said nothing.
"Alright, Mrs. Sanders-"
"Grey," she corrected. He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry?"
"Ms. Grey… I'm changing my name back." She told him. He nodded.
"Very well, I wish you a speedy recovery Ms. Grey." She nodded.
"Thank you commissioner, I wish you luck with everything going on." He offered her a half hearted smile.
"Thanks, we're going to need it."
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