Okay! I'm back! I know I just put on a new chapter but I was exciteed to see the reaction over this chapter. So I know it may seem unbelieveable that Sara is a cop but, for there to be a good story SOMEONE needs saving and Batman/Bruce never needs saving because he is "Da Bomb". I have no idea how to exicute an idea like kidnapping Batman. As much as I would like Sara kicking butt, Batman/Bruce won't let her, henceforth her ALWAYS getting caught up in the action. I'm sorry for those who may think she's a Damsel in Distress, I'm also thinking that myself but I have no idea how to change that without altering the plans for my story. Anyway I'm going to stop talking now, enjoy the story!

Bruce's POV

The bittersweet sight of darkness stole away the sun, taking all hope we had with it. The hours spent searching for the final riddle turned up empty handed. Gordon blamed the lack of officers, but I knew better. They weren't trying hard enough. But, they didn't have anything to lose, the voice of reason whispered.

Two years back, the Jokers maniacal laughter spread like wildfire. Nothing whole was left unshattered; breathing bodies ceased. Whether it was physical or emotional, everyone lost a piece of themselves in his wake. Everyone had a right to be afraid. And in six months, his manipulation of that fear took on a new height. It broke the city in half.

In the months prior to his capture, reporters often asked me if I was scared for my life. My answer always came out the same-No.

I wasn't lying or protecting my image or being macho. My life was never in danger-I was always Batman. But every moment she wasn't with me, I worried. It was not because I didn't trust her enough not to get into trouble, but because Sara always found it. Being associated with Batman never helped either.

I eased some pressure off my shoulders, whenever I forced her to live in the mansion, but danger still wound its way around her neck.

Injuries on the surface were easy enough to mend. Dealing with the fear that she might not make it out-being kidnapped made it worse. When I wasn't searching for her, I was building a plan. I didn't give up. There was always hope. Never before did I have no certainty Sara was alive (besides what the letters told me). The Riddler was out for revenge, not unmasking the Batman. With this in mind, fear suck in deep.

"Bruce? Are you listening?"

I nodded. "It is ten o'clock right now. That means we have two hours left to find Sara. Lt. David Johnson didn't come into work today. I say we take a thirty minute break and then meet up at his place," Jim continued.

The hours Jim and I spent plucking ideas out of the sky had not been forfeited. A hole was the answer to the second riddle. We were positive about it. Hopefully the final riddle would not take as long to solve.

I gave my farewell to Jim and then left.

There would be no point in going to Wayne Manor, it was too far away. The best idea involved staying within the city limits. I drove making preemptive turns. My heart had chosen a destination.

Brains only made the right decisions towards business deals or taking down a criminal in two kicks. The heart made the correct movements in the family/friends aspect.

Despite what people like Lucius or Alfred have said-you know you can talk to me about anything- they usually don't give me advice. I also know them too well and therefore expect their "two cents worth" and a witty parting statement. Right now, I needed someone who would listen. I found that person's residence as I parked at the Gotham City Cemetery.

Walking past headstones, I found her instantly. I planted myself beside the granite carving.

"Hey Rachel."

Silence followed.

"No flowers today, I just need someone to talk to. I thought of you first," I said, a smile playing on my lips.

More silence.

"Sara's been kidnapped again. The worst things always happen to her," I thought aloud, "Remember the last time she was held hostage? You never made it out alive. She was heartbroken."

My throat tightened. A lump rose slowly and I stopped abruptly.

"I don't want her to end up beside you," I choked out.

Hot tears pricked my eyes. I covered my face. I was ashamed of my weakness. Superheroes weren't supposed to have weaknesses, it made the beatable. It also makes them human, I thought lightly.

More tears came with each rising emotion. Sobs escaped my mouth. Fear had reached the surface.

A minute or so later, I was back inside the car. Face composed, I drove to Johnson's.

I knocked on the door marked 118. It was on the third floor of a grungy apartment complex.

A muffled, "One second." and crashing of glass could be heard beyond the wood. Three clicks of locks moving followed.

Johnson's head popped through a tiny crack in the door. An exuberant smile crossed his tired face. "Mr. Wayne, what an honor," he gushed.

The door swung open and I was ushered into the living room. Paper flooded the coffee table and sofa. Johnson noticed my interest. "Plans for my sons' funeral."

"I'm sorry for your loss," I spoke, thoughts of Thomas' bones breaking stealing my mind.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" he asked.

"I would like to see your mail," I responded.

"You can't be serious."

"Sure am," I said, forcing a smile.

David excused himself and went down the hall. Taking the moment of opportunity, I glided over to the sofa. Newspaper clippings of myself as both Bruce Wayne and Batman were what covered the two spaces. Pictures of Sara swirled around in to sea of papers as well. He was making connections, I thought.

"Found it," Johnson spoke, catching me red-handed. His face faltered for a moment, before he handed me a green piece of paper. "Is this what you are looking for?"

The letter had already been opened.

Riddle me this. There were five men going to church and it started to rain. The four that ran got wet and the one that stood still stayed dry. Why is this?

"I figured it out already. The dry man is in a coffin," David spoke and then muttered to himself, "The newspaper thinks they're so clever."

I dropped the parchment. "He plans to bury her alive."

Ooohhh! Cliffy! Love you guys! So let me know what you thought of this chapter and all my others. Thanks so much for reading! Have a lovely Day, Night, Evening, Afternoon, Morning!

~Cece