So this was the end of Isabelle Belmont's 'journey' with Gotham's Most Wanted criminal. Needless to say she was speechless on surviving that traumatic near death experience. She hadn't expected to get out of the Joker's reign alive. How very wrong he was to think he had killed her.

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Isabelle was in a hospital bed, recovering from her injuries. It had already been 5 days since that event. She stared out at the dismal looking white walls which looked back at her with the same dismal feeling. She turned her head, startled at the sudden intrusion of her room. A man, with clear glasses and a graying moustache gave her a small smile and knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" he asked politely.

She nodded her head, giving him permission to enter. He walked up to her and sat on a chair, in front of her. Her green eyes looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm Commissioner James Gordon. You're Isabelle Belmont I take it?" he asked.

She nodded once again, placing a hand on her neck. She took a mental note, refrain from nodding. She closed her eyes briefly. Her neck was still killing her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she managed to croak out. "Why are you here?"

"You're very lucky. We have just told your neighbor that you've been found. She was so nervous for you. She'll be coming soon to visit."

"You," she said. "Came all this way to tell me I'm going to have a visitor?"

He shook his head. "No, well you see , I wanted to question you about the Joker. We know it was his hideout because, a friend of mine," he breathed in. "Alexandria Vogel, her-her body was found in the backyard, cut up and all scattered, as if it was a chew toy for some dogs."

Isabelle's eyes became watery at the thought of what happened to her friend. Some tears slipped from her face, but the commissioner stayed passive.

"No! Stop it! I don't want to talk about him!" she yelled out, wiping her tears.

"We're here to protect you-"

She cut him off and screamed, "He tried to KILL ME! If you wanted to protect ME, then why didn't the POLICE come for us when ALEX called?!"

"We're doing what we can here. It's just that, our cops weren't that trusting that night. With the Joker and Harvey Dent on the loose, everything has just become chaos…We're really here to protect you. Since the Joker doesn't know he had failed to kill you, you'll be under our watch. But we'll have to go through a process to make that happen. Are you willing to co-operate?"

"Yes."

Just then his phone rang. He nodded his head, while looking intently at her. He shut his phone and spoke up. "Something bad has happened. I'm sorry but I really have to get going. There will be a folder sent to you in a couple hours and I'll come right back to pick it up."

She didn't say anything and watched him go, leaving her to her own thoughts. How could she possibly go back to the way things were? She would have to get a new job, change her name so he wouldn't be able to find her again. But why would he even want to? She was dead, to him at least. She started to feel uneasy as something, that tasted like bile was coming up from her throat. She pressed the emergency button and a nurse rushed up and gave her a bin in time, before it had spilled everywhere.

She had been feeling sickly ever since she had been sent to the hospital. Her cravings for food increased and she felt nauseous. She fell asleep for a couple hours, dreaming of her kidnapper torturing her until she had woken up and screamed. A nurse checked if she was okay and she told them to ignore her, she was just having bad dreams. There, was lying on the table beside her was a package that James Gordon had told her would come.

Opening the package, there were a lot of paperwork and a key that had slid out. The paper explained she had to change her name and she had to fill out a paper with the rights to this safe house that was mentioned. Change her name? She sighed. She was perfectly content with the name her parents had given her. Taking a few moments, she had come up with her new alias. Helena, which was her mother's middle name and Gable, the last name of her father's favourite male actor, Clark Gable. Helena Gable, it sounded odd to her at first but she had finally written it down on the paper's with pen and her decision was final. She also had to sign papers to say it was fine for this moving company to move all her stuff to this other house she would have to stay in. She sighed. There was also another package from Mrs. Jenkins! She must've fallen asleep when she visited. Her lovely neighbor wrote her a letter wishing on her well being and said she was going to be back to see her when she was awake. She felt happy that someone at least cared for her. There were some chocolates wrapped beside the letter and she savoured them, happily.

In the morning, the next day, there was a male doctor sitting beside her and she saw the commissioner standing outside the door, greeting her.

"The nurses told me you've been vomiting a lot. Usually, that is not the side effects of having a cut neck. I will have to check you for symptoms alright?"he said.

"Ok," she had muttered.

The doctor was young. He had medium long blonde hair and kind blue eyes. He coifed the sleeves of his white blouse and placed a hand on the end of her shirt, lifting it up, showing her bare stomach.

"Breath in for me please," he said, moving his hands around his stomach. His hands were warm to her flesh.

She did as he asked, nervously.

"Good good, again?"

She exhaled, in and out. Then he looked her way. There was a look in his eyes, which twinkled as he looked back at her.

A big smile broke on his face. "Congratulations! You're pregnant!"

"You're not serious are you?" she asked, silently crossing her fingers hoping he was just pulling her leg.

"Course' I am. Where's your husband? He should be here celebrating!" he said gleefully.

"Get out....GET OUT!" she yelled, shooing everyone in the room away.

"Pms must be kicking in," the doctor uttered under his breath to a nurse beside him. They both laughed.

All the colour from her face drained as she looked to the Commissioner, her face horrified. He looked back at her with almost the same expression. She felt like she was bearing the devil's baby. He didn't leave the room. Instead, he went up to her, stroking her back soothingly.

"Shh...it's going to be okay..." he said. "We just wanted to start you off a clean fresh life and I know it must be hard for you...carrying the reminder of that man inside you. Don't worry Isabelle...you're going to be alright. We're going to keep you and you're baby safe and out of harms way."

She cried into the stranger's arms. She had barely even knew the Commissionner and yet he comforted her. He had asked if she was hungry, so he left to get her some food. He was a very kind man. But she longed for her parent's comfort. The room was silent, once again leaving her to her thoughts.

She hadn't been thinking about what the Joker and her were doing and the consequences of their 'actions'. It was his fault. He was the one who raped her. He had also saved her from Jorge. Wait, she shook her head. No, he didn't. He watched that man abuse her and she was the one who saved him from getting hurt by Jorge. There was a deep hatred for him, that she felt. And to think, she had been okay for him to touch her a few days ago. She shuddered. She was going to keep the baby no matter what. She'd thought of getting an abortion but she felt it was too cruel to get rid of a life like that. Just because her baby's father was messed, doesn't mean his kid would be. She now had something to live for. The Joker was wrong. She was going to live for a baby. A baby that he'll never know and never have.

A/N: Well...there you have it! Thanks to everyone who kept up with this story! I truly appreciate it :D Wow...I can't believe it's finally over. First ever fanfiction I ever completed. Woo!

Wait, I've got a question...should I do a sequel? Or should I leave it as it is?

...would ya read it? Lol, review and tell me what you think :D

Laterz,

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