Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with/do not own anything related to DC. These characters are primarily DC characters. However, as this is a work of fiction, there are a few that are mine.

HEY. This one took me like another two months that's superb and I'm SORRY. No one reviewed so idk if that last chapter made any sense (I know that at least 70% did not). This one's probably gonna be sad and/or mushy so ENJOY THAT I GUESS.

I was vaguely aware that Millie was talking to me softly through the bathroom door. The pain in my chest had subsided to a dull ache, but I found myself wishing for it back. There was a new hurt that felt as though it was reaching up with icy fingers and pulling my ribcage in on itself. I couldn't breathe.

"Should I call anyone, any family?" When I didn't answer she persisted. "Should I try to get ahold of Bruce"-

"He's traveling." I said, in a voice so feeble I hardly recognized it as my own.

"Your mother?"

"My parents are both dead now."

"Oh." I guess it dawned on Millie that she had never asked. It dawned on me that I'd never really bothered to tell anyone. "D-do you have brothers or sisters?"

"No." I sniveled, my fingers pressed tightly against the cold tile of her bathroom floor. I didn't have anyone. It was a terrifying idea but it shrank away when her voice came softly through the door again.

"Can I come in?" I had Millie, of course.

"Okay."

Millie entered and sat across from me on the edge of her porcelain bathtub. She looked quite the vision in her purple silk pajama set; silvery hair in a neat braid resting on her shoulder. She reminded me in a way of my mother. Even as she grew old, she still maintained an elegance and beauty. I missed her.

"Did you know?" Millie asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"What?"

"About the baby." She sighed.

"I had no idea. I-I'd been tired; I'd been feeling a bit nauseous. I thought it was stress."

"And I'm guessing Bruce has no idea." I shook my head. "He is the father, isn't he?"

"Yes." My voice broke. "He'd be the father."

Millie didn't speak for a while then. I already knew what she was going to say.

"You have to tell him."

"I know."

"Won't he be back soon?"

"I don't know." I had started to tear up, the mere prospect of looking Bruce Wayne in the eye after all that had transpired was too much.

Millie clucked and helped me to my feet. I allowed her to lead me to the couch, where she settled us both down with my head resting on a pillow in her lap. I fell asleep as she stroked my hair.

I woke up still in a ball on her sofa, but she was long gone. There was a hand-written note on the coffee table amidst some fashion magazines. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and read it over.

Georgia,

I've gone to work. James Gordon dropped by this morning, he left you some things on the counter. I'll be home later. I'll bring pie.

- Millie

I smiled slightly and stood shakily. My body still ached slightly, but I did feel a lot better physically. Mentally, I was not doing as great. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my boyfriend – ex or not, I still wasn't sure – spent his late hours defending the city in a mask and cape. And then there was the baby.

With tears threatening, I shuffled my way to the coffeemaker. Millie's was fancy and complex, and after pushing several buttons with zero results, I abandoned the project.

My phone buzzed and I tensed. Bruce? No. I wasn't ready for that yet. It was too early. There was no coffee in my body. I did not want to. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it wasn't his number. It didn't last long, because it was another person I didn't want to talk to. Taking a deep breath, I answered.

"Barbara."

"Georgia? Oh my God. Where the hell are you? My dad wouldn't tell me anything about what happened last night."

"I told him not to." I said plainly.

"Why not? Georgia Duvall, you had better tell me what happened." She had on her usual teasing tone, but I saw immediately through it. Batman's accomplices were still relatively new, relatively unknown, but I'd read enough articles on Gotham to know what the papers called her.

"If I don't tell you am I going to get a visit from a vigilante tonight?" I popped a grape in my mouth. "I've had a rough few days, so you can imagine the idea doesn't scare me much."

Silence on the other end. I hung up and chucked the phone on the couch. I was going to have to be a little more sensitive when I broached the topic with Bruce. If I ever did talk to him about it. How was I supposed to begin that conversation?

Hello yes, I've recently become aware that you get your kicks beating the living daylights out of Gotham's criminals. I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I was also temporarily carrying your kid! Wild, huh?

I hadn't even decided how I felt about it. In an attempt to distract myself I peered into the box of things James Gordon had left for me. In it were a few scattered papers from my desk, two sets of keys and a note. Ignoring the prospect of my destroyed apartment and Wayne Manor proposed by the keys in the box, I picked up the note.

In true James Gordon fashion, all it said was "Come to the station."

I had no clothes, so I slipped into one of Millie's blouses and pair of jeans that were only slightly too big. She was going to kill me, but I wanted to talk to the commissioner. I felt a great deal better, and I needed to be out in the city again. After all, if Penguin and Two-Face had their way, it might have been burned to the ground by that point. I had to enjoy it before someone else inevitably came along and tried to ruin it again.

I paused on the way out, and against my better judgement grabbed the keys to Wayne Manor. Just in case.

Millie had the luxury of living right downtown, so I decided to walk to the station. It was a beautiful day, the air was chilly, but refreshing. The people walking past me were so fortunate, and they didn't know it yet. I still had to write the article about the events that had transpired last night, and those leading up to it. I had a lot of details to leave out. An article full of holes.

I strode into the station, pleased to find Barbara wasn't there, and slumped down in the commissioner's office. He didn't look up from his paper. "You okay?"

"Yes."

That time he stared right at me, eyes practically burning holes into mine. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"W-what?"

He sighed. "It might now be my place, Miss Duvall. But the baby"-

"Oh right. Of course." I spluttered. "I-I don't know. I think so. Maybe. I-is this what you called me down here for?"

"No, but I just thought you should know that we don't believe Bruce Wayne had anything to do with Penguin's plan. He is a good man, really." I didn't reply, so he cleared his throat and changed the topic. "I didn't see anything about last night in the paper."

"No. I'm working on the article. It's going to take some time I think, iron out the details."

"Of course. You're going to be rather famous in this city once it's published."

"I don't think that will be the case, actually." The sentence sort of slipped out of me of its own volition. I didn't really understand why I'd said it.

"Why not?"

And then it dawned on me. A wave of calm rushed over. "I'm going to use a penname. I want to maintain my anonymity." James Gordon was speechless. "I think there are a lot of cases in Gotham that need my attention and I'm certainly not going to get anywhere with witnesses or anybody if my name and face are all over the front page."

"I see. Well, in that case," he grinned, dumping a file on the desk in front of me, "We've had a lot of disappearances in Gotham. I thought they might be related to the pound case, but another one came in a few days ago. Not a happy ending, I'm afraid."

"Well Christ, don't look so happy about it."

"I'm not. I'm just happy to have you on board." His expression turned serious. "Although Miss Duvall, if you ever think of disobeying my orders again"-

"Big trouble?"

"You bet."

I smiled sweetly, and it lasted up until I cracked the file open. "W-wait. I know this person."

"What?"

"This is Leo." I said, staring down at the photograph of the young man.

"Leo? Leo what?"

"The person that reported him missing didn't leave his full name?"

"It was a tip, left anonymously last night. You know this guy?"

I struggled to find the words. "H-he warned me. The night I was abducted. He was in my apartment. He told me about Penguin's plan and gave me the information I needed to find him. I-I gave him money to get on a train." My eyes flickered to Gordon's. His jaw was set in a way I didn't like. "You said it wasn't a happy ending. He didn't get on the train?"

"Georgia, they pulled his body out of the water this morning."

I leaned back in the chair. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. "But he was getting on a train."

"He didn't get on any train, Georgia." Gordon sighed. "He didn't make it that far."

"Penguin must have"-

"Coroner puts his death at around two this morning. Penguin would have been otherwise engaged."

"One of Penguin's goons?"

"We rounded most of them up. If we left any behind, they were probably too busy fleeing Gotham to take out this kid."

I stared at the picture. Instantly I felt guilty for hanging up on Barbara earlier. Did she know that Leo was dead? Maybe she had left the tip. "But it could have been one of his associates, right?"

Gordon shifted, evidently uncomfortable. "Well, the coroner noted a bit of a disturbing pattern. A lot of bodies have been found recently, most of them so badly beaten we couldn't I.D. them, but they were all killed the same way. Once we figured out that our floater from this morning was a missing person, we started comparing our missing cases to the bodies found."

"What are you saying?"

"They were all a match. We found all our missing people. All killed the same way, all tossed in the river."

"A serial killer." I whispered. He nodded, his gaze moved to behind me. "We'll talk more later."

"What? No no, I can talk now."

"Another time."

"No, tell me how they were killed. Do you have any leads? Are there ties to Penguin or Two-Face at all?" I didn't understand why he'd cut our meeting short. He stood and I stood too, about ready to pin down the commissioner and get some answers.

"Your ride is here." He said simply, nodding to the doorway.

Confused, I turned and was face-to-face with Bruce Wayne. I just about fainted.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, before I could stop myself.

"Nice to see you too." He held up some car keys. "Up for a drive?"

In a desperate plea, I looked back at Gordon. His face had turned all amused and fatherly, and gestured for me to go. I turned back to Bruce. "Where are we going?"

"Home." He said. "I'll tell you all about my trip along the way." He had a hand looped rather forcefully around me arm and was all but pulling me out of the station. Out front was his ridiculous fancy car.

"No limousine today?" I said through gritted teeth as he opened the door for me.

"Decided against it." He said, smiling and waving to a few onlookers as he closed the door behind me. When he climbed in I was doing my best to stare straight ahead and not even look at him. We drove in silence for a long time. We were headed for the manor. "So. Have you ruled me out?"

"Of what? Criminal activity?"

"Yes. You caught Penguin and Two-Face and all the idiots that followed blindly ahead of them, and I wasn't any part of it."

"Where were you?"

"What?"

"On your trip."

"Oh. All over. Venice, Paris, The Alps."

"Right." I muttered, and fell silent again.

"Georgia"-

"What?"

"I didn't do anything wrong"-

"You weren't a part of Penguin and Two-Face's ridiculous plan to destroy Gotham, no. Have you engaged in criminal activity? Yes."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The lie came easily to his face and voice, but I noticed the car sped up just a little bit.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Bruce. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? Sure, the suit makes you taller and you lower your voice a bit, but I'm not a complete fucking idiot!"

He slammed on the breaks. We had very nearly run through the gate outside Wayne Manor. The gates slowly creaked open, and he drove the car up the front path. Slowly, calmly, he said, "I don't know what you mean."

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out, the car still rolling at a snail's pace up the front walk. I marched confidently across the property with no real plan as to what I was doing or where I was going.

"Georgia!" The car door slammed behind me and I wheeled to face him.

"Just be honest! For once! You didn't think I wouldn't recognize the guy I'm in love with through a mask? A mask? Be honest, Bruce. Please. There's nothing at stake anymore. I'm not in danger. The city is safe. Please."

"Were you hurt?" He said, so quietly I almost didn't hear him.

"What?"

"Last night you kept grabbing at your stomach. You seemed like you were in pain. I-I didn't injure you, did I? Were you hurt?"

That was about enough for me. Tears flooded my eyes and poured down my face. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I just stood there as tears streaked down and fell off my chin. He'd told the truth, in his own convoluted way, and it was my turn.

"I had a very painful miscarriage." I stated, as though it was a fact as dull as the weather. If it hadn't been for my obvious state of distress one might have thought from my tone that I didn't care. "I got hit pretty hard in the stomach, I think that's what caused it. Or the stress. Could have been either."

Bruce didn't move.

"I-I didn't know. I would have told you. I would have been more careful. I didn't know. I'm sorry."

Suddenly he was crushing me against him, arms wrapped around me so tightly. He was shaking.

"I could have been there sooner." He said quietly.

"Please don't blame yourself. How were you supposed to know?"

He rested his chin on top of my head. We stayed like that for some time.

"Let's go inside." He said. I followed him into the Manor. Wordlessly, we walked to the library and settled down on the couch. There were already two cups of hot tea on the table. I had to wonder if Alfred had some kind of psychic powers, or if we were just that predictable.

"How do you do it?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Why do you do it?"

"I get all my equipment through the company." I shot him a look. "It's all legal, don't worry. It's just invisible, that's all."

"And the why?"

"My parents, mostly. I'm trying to protect the Gotham they fought so hard to build." A silence as I processed that. It made sense, it was insane, but I felt I understood. I couldn't exactly freak out at him when I was publishing the article under a false name so I could keep sneaking around. "Are you writing an article on the pound case?" I sighed. We were taking turns asking questions, I guess.

"I'm going to yes. I'll be publishing it anonymously so that I can continue my work in peace."

"So you're staying in Gotham?"

"Yes. Of course." I fixed him with a very defiant look. "The vigilantes seemed to really benefit from my help last night. I will be leaving all those bits out of the article, by the way."

"Thank you."

"I mean obviously you'll still be the second hero in the story – the first being me – but I'm going to leave out the part where I'm dating Batman." I bit my lip. That last bit was unfortunate. Were we still dating?

"Georgia"-

"Yeah I know."

"After everything that's happened"-

"I get it."

"I mean I don't want to rush you into a decision or anything"-

"Really, it's fine." I rolled my eyes and turned to him, expecting to have the dreaded break-up talk. I froze. Bruce Wayne had removed a box from his jacket and pried it open. He was flashing a diamond ring at me. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Marry me."

A/N: Yeah.

That's it you guys.

There are some seriously loose ends, but I can't tie them. I'm thinking about making another quick story with these two just to kind of wrap things up, but this is the end of Windows. I've had a hellish time with this final chapter and I'm still not happy with it, so I've chopped it in half and this is what you get. I'm really sorry if this ending disappoints some of you. I did write it either way, with her both denying and accepting him, but I am not sure which one came out more true to the character, so I'm letting it stew for a while. If I do figure it out, that'll be the in the next story. Let me know what you think about it, because I'm stuck.

As for Leo, what happened to him and the events that Gordon and Georgia discussed in his office will probably be in there too, if I ever get around to it. Just know that I have a lot going on and am always open to coming back to complete the story.

Thanks for reading and being so patient with me even though I'm the worst. Please review or PM me and let me know how you feel about this.