AN: Okay so this is the epilogue, it's really short. At least compared to my other chapters. I tried to answer as many questions as I could, but at the same time I left someones unanswered for the upcoming sequel.

Epilogue

Three months passed since that fateful night at the docks.

Things weren't really getting any better. It took the Commissionerof those three months to realize that nothing was ever going to be the same ever again.

The Joker was currently being held at Arkham Asylum under the care of a couple of doctors, including renowned psychoanalyst Dr. Harleen Quinzel. The overconfident female M.D. was sure she could unravel the puzzle that was the Joker, but Gordon doubted it. Quinzel had no idea what she was getting her self into.

Despite the fact that Batman had once again saved the day, not only had he caught the Joker, but he had also caught the clown's mentally unstable henchman and once again foiled the psychopath's plans; sadly he was still public enemy number one.

After all in public documents Batman was still the "killer" of six people, including one Harvey Dent. Which wasn't really true, Dent was alive and well, or as well as someone who had half of his face melted off and lost his mind could be.

And then there was Barbara, his eldest daughter who had been momentarily paralyzed by the madman. He said momentarily because there was still hope the redhead would walk again. For the past three months she had been attending physical therapy sessions none stop. Babs wasn't giving up without a fight, and Jim and the rest of her family where there for her every step of the way.

Bruce Wayne had offered his endless fortune to help Barbara, whether there were bills from the hospital that needed to be paid, or tests that needed to be done. Wayne was even flying some of the world's best physicians to Gotham.

It surprised Jim how Wayne had developed this strong bond with his daughter in such a short time. The only other person to do so had been Dent, and Gordon hoped that Wayne didn't end up disappointing his daughter the same way the former District Attorney had.

Even though things had been tough on the Gordon's, they were moving forward, at a very small pace, but moving forward none the less.

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In three short months Barbara Gordon had become the center of Bruce Wayne's life. Perhaps it was because she reminded him of Rachel in many ways, or maybe because she was one of the last people in this city he actually believed could do some good.

Whatever it was, he knew that she was now a very important part of his life. He wanted desperately to help her in any way he could. Whether it was bringing the best doctors from around the world, or paying for her medical bills; he was going to do anything necessary to see her walk again.

Gotham had been quiet recently, the mob wasn't really doing anything at the moment, the Joker and his gang of crazies where now being held in Arkham. For some inescapable reason the Joker hadn't made any attempts to escape yet. And it worried Bruce immensely because he knew the madman was stalling. He was bidding his time doing God knows what. Whatever it was that he was doing, no good could come of it.

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Three long months had passed…Three very long months.

At least for Barbara it had been the three longest months in her life, maybe it was because she had spent those three months (and was currently) in a wheel chair.

Confined to a wheel chair and depending on other people to get by, was not Barbara's cup of tea. She absolutely hated it.

Her father had suggested she move in back with her family, but Barbara had kindly rejected him. She wasn't going to let this wheel chair get in the way of her new life. The new life she had planned for herself. She had hired a personal nurse to help her around the house until she could get use to the damn wheel chair.

Thankfully the nurse was no stranger, it was Linda Page. In those three months, Linda had become on of Barbara's closest friends. She was actually one of the red head's only friends.

Barbara's circle of friends consisted in Linda Page, Vicki Vale (if one could consider the blonde a friend), and of course Bruce Wayne.

Bruce…

Barbara was starting to think the billionaire was the second most important person in her life after her father.

While once Barbara had considered the playboy a potential romantic interest, her feelings for the man had changed slightly. Before the whole wheel chair thing, Bruce and Barbara had become friends of sort. They still flirted, but it was a playful flirtation nothing really serious, after all they had both needed each other after loosing Rachel and Harvey respectively. The two people whom they both had loved dearly.

Of course after the Joker's brutal attack on Babs, things between the twosome changed dramatically. Their friendship had strengthened, and it became a lot more serious. They no longer flirted like they use to, after all it was hard for Barbara to feel attractive while stuck to a wheel chair.

Never the less Barbara still looked upon Bruce with almost hopeful eyes. Perhaps one day when she was out of that infernal chair she could begin a romantic relationship with Bruce.

Well one can only hope. , she though as she lay in her bed and closed her eyes gently falling asleep.