Well, since that last chapter was pretty much just a filler to help the story along a bit, I thought I'd add a little more zest to this one. So here you go, oh! And one more thing:

Disclaimer: (Just for you) I still don't own the Dark Knight, I'm working on it though.

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Nancy spent the rest of the week mourning with the rest of her peers. She'd leave school after listening to Eric rant about how he was somehow connected to God and drive to the station. Eric had been getting weirder and weirder everyday, telling everyone to be his followers and trying to convince her that his judgement was to be taken seriously. Nancy was pretty sure he just wanted attention.

Thursday rolled around much faster then Nancy would have liked and she soon found herself in a black dress. The funeral went okay, very stereotypical: rainy, dark, with a quiet only broken by the silent sobs of co-workers and "friends." Anthony and Carol stood next to Nancy and Robert the whole time, Nancy's hand held tightly in Carol's. Nancy took this time to cry again. Her head hurt from all the tears she had shed in the last few days.

Bruce Wayne was there. Nancy found herself glancing up at him every so often. His butler was there too, Alfred. Nancy had always liked Alfred, he was nice and made very good tea from what she could remember. She couldn't help but want the Joker there with her to make her laugh with his smart ass remarks. She caught herself thinking about him and looked back at Carol who smiled sadly at her. She looked at Anthony and gave him a hug. She would be needing a steady supply of those until she got over everything.

When the ceremony was over, guests and friends left in cars and taxis. Nancy and Robert stood for just a while longer, next to Monica's grave. Bruce Wayne stood too, a ways away, giving them room. When Robert noticed him he nodded and patted Nancy on the shoulder. She blinked at the grass and said nothing as the soft swish of Robert's feet against the grass faded away.

"Mr. Wayne," Robert said extending a hand.

Bruce Wayne took in and shook it, "Mr. Webber, I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"Neither can I," Robert sighed rubbing the back of his neck. He looked back and Nancy and frowned a sad frown.

"Listen Mr. Webber-" Bruce started.

"Please," Robert said, "Call me Robert."

"Alright then Robert," Bruce said with a smile, "I'd like to talk to you about Nancy's current... financial situation."

"What do you mean?" Robert asked shoving his hands in his pockets.

"How about we discuss it at your office?" Bruce offered.

"Alright," Robert said with a nod, anything for Nancy.

He walked back over to the quiet figure and hugged her around the shoulder. She looked up at him with a look that said, "Why?" Robert shook his head and lead her back to his car. He looked back at Bruce Wayne as he got in his slick black car and nodded at him. Bruce nodded back.

The drive back to the station was quiet and reserved. Nancy just stared at her review mirror and didn't say anything. She was watching Bruce Wayne.

When they got to the station Robert, Bruce and Alfred made their way into Robert's office and shut the door. But not until Bruce Wayne got a good long look at the Joker.

"Are you sure she should be out there with him?" he asked Robert.

"I'm out here everyday," Nancy answered for him. "The worst he's done so far is insult me."

"She's actually meaner to me then I am to her," the Joker grinned. "She tried to beat my head against the bars of the cage one time."

Bruce Wayne looked at Nancy in shock and laughed a little. After the door had closed behind him Nancy took her seat in the wooden chair in front of the Joker's cage. She cradled her face in her hands and shook her head. Her shoulders rose and fell as she let out a sigh and sat up, elbow to her knee and chin her upturned hand.

"So how'd it go?" the Joker asked, copying her position.

"Well considering the fact that it was my mother's funeral," Nancy said giving him a flat look. "It went okay."

"Thats a pretty slinky dress for a funeral," the Joker grinned. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes roaming over her. "Not that I'm complaining."

She glared at him and sat up, crossing her arms the way he did, "I don't like dresses, my mother insisted I have one so I just... picked one out at random. She said you could never go wrong with a little black dress so thats what I got. Guess she was wrong."

"Didja know your lower lip pouts a little when yer angry?" he asked cocking his head to one side.

Nancy chuckled an aggravated chuckle and leaned back a bit more, rubbing her eyes, "Someone kill me." she sighed quietly.

Not two minutes later did Robert, Bruce and Alfred troop out of Robert's office into the main office. Robert looked a little confused, but happy. He took Bruce Wayne's hand and shook it roughly, thanking him over and over again for whatever he had done before walking him out to his car. He stumbled back into the office and leaned against the doorframe. Nancy looked back at him and stood up.

"S'matter Rob?" she asked.

"Bruce Wayne's gonna pay for the house..." he breathed.

"What?" Nancy asked taking another step forward.

"Bruce Wayne's gonna pay for the house," Robert repeated clearly.

"Which house?"

"Your house!"

"Why? Does he do this for all his employees?"

"Not for Monica. Not your mom. For you!"

"Again- Why?"

"'Cause he's a friggen billionaire and he can do whatever the hell he wants!"

Nancy paused, "Well... damn. Okay." she shrugged.

"He's going to get it set up now to where all your bills go to him! He's gonna pay for the damages, the clean up the... everything!" Robert shouted nearly jumping in place.

Nancy sat back down in her chair and ran her hand through her hair. She sighed again and looked up at the Joker, then back at Robert.

"Am I really that important?" she asked.

"Apparently," the Joker answered.

Robert glared at him for a moment then looked back at Nancy, "Of course you are..."

Nancy shook her head again, "Carol and Anthony are gonna freak."

"What about Jesus boy?" the Joker laughed.

"Don't think he'll care," Nancy laughed back, "All he cares about right now is having disciples!" she threw her hands in the air.

"Now there's a kid that needs help," Robert said rubbing his forehead with a grin.

"Psh," Nancy sounded, "Fer sure."

"Totally?" the Joker cackled.

"Totally," Nancy said back. She laughed into her hands and looked back at him between her fingers, "Don't ever let me do that again."

The rest of the day went fine. Nancy talked to the Joker until about nine that night about movies before she drove back to the apartment with Robert.

The next day however, wasn't as calmly relieving.

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Cliffhanger for you! :D Have fun figuring out what happens!