I'M SO SORRY! I didn't mean to leave you all hanging like that! Life has gotten super busy and I just haven't been able to keep up with my stories! I do hope you all enjoy this chapter! I have the next and final chapter typed up and ready to be posted so I'm going to go ahead and post that tonight as well. I am planning on a sequel so keep an eye out!

Disclaimer: I only own Makenna.

The next morning Makenna was the last to wake as she sat up and stretched. Bruce's side of the bed was cold signaling he's been up for a while. She swung her legs over the side of the bed as she ran a hand through her bed head and made her way towards the kitchen. Makenna's feet lightly tapped against the wood floor as she strode through the living room. Her eyes landed on Alfred who was busy in the kitchen.

"Morning, Alfred." Makenna greeted as she walked towards the cupboard and grabbed a mug.

"Good morning, Makenna. How'd you sleep?" Alfredo replied with a smile.

"Can't complain. Have you seen Bruce?" She asked filling her mug with coffee.

Alfred pointed her towards the family room as he went back to work fixing breakfast. Makenna pressed a quick kiss to Alfred's cheek before leaving to find Bruce. When she exited the kitchen Makenna stopped as she saw Bruce sitting at the table, his head cradled in his hands. She pursed her lips and slowly approached him. She knew Rachel's death would haunt him, but she couldn't bear to see him like this. It pained her heart. Makenna set the mug on the table and wrapped her arms around Bruce, feeling him jump at her sudden touch.

"I'm sorry, Bruce. I know me saying sorry won't bring her back or fix what's happened, but I'll keep saying it until you don't need or want me to." Makenna said softly giving Bruce a squeeze. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and pulled away.

Bruce didn't say a word as he lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. Makenna's eyes burned with unshed tears as she watched the love of her life grieve. She'd make sure the Joker paid for what he's done. Makenna reached over to grab her mug when Bruce grasped her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. His arms circled around her waist as he pressed his face in the crook of her neck. His tears were warm against her skin as he silently cried into her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed circles on his back as he cried. There was nothing she could do or say that would help. At least not now. Makenna angled her head towards the kitchen when Alfred entered the room.

"You need to see this." He said turning on the tv.

"…he's a credible source – an A and M lawyer for the prestigious consultancy. He says he's waited as long as he can for the Batman to do the right thing…"

Makenna slowly stood from Bruce's lap, her eyes glued on the television as it shifted to a familiar face.

"Is that?"

"Now he's taking matters into his own hands. We'll be live at five with the true identity of the Batman, stay with us…"

Makenna turned her head towards Bruce who met her gaze. She opened her mouth to speak when a ringing filled the room. Bruce grabbed his phone from his pocket and answered. His eyes shifted to Makenna as he held the phone out to her.

"Hello?" Makenna said as she pressed the phone to her ear.

"Meet me at the hospital. I'm going to talk to Dent, maybe he'll listen if you're with me."

"I'll be right there." Makenna replied hanging up. She tossed the phone back to Bruce and ran towards their room to get dressed.

-M-

Makenna paid the cabbie generously and stepped out of the cab. Once the door was shut her eyes landed on Gordon who waited patiently. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked up to Gordon and greeted him with a hug.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked as they pulled away.

"No, but it's the best I can do. Come with me."

Gordon led the way as they walked side by side towards Dent's room. Makenna shifted out of the way of the nurses as they buzzed about tending to other patients. Gordon stopped outside of Dent's room and glanced at Makenna who gave a reassuring nod.

"Expect the unexpected, Jim. Who knows what happened." Makenna voiced as Gordon turned the knob.

As soon as the door closed, Makenna instantly smelled burnt flesh. Her eyes shifted to Gordon who side-eyed her. Harvey hadn't looked at them upon entering and Makenna took a tentative step forward, Gordon beside her.

"Harvey?" Makenna called, but received no answer.

She looked to Gordon as he stepped forward and began speaking.

"I'm sorry about Rachel." He said, still nothing. "The Doctor says you're in agonizing pain but you won't accept medication. That you're refusing skin grafts – "

"Remember the name you all had for me when I was at Internal Affairs? What was it, Gordon?" Harvey finally spoke.

Makenna's brows furrowed as she looked between the two men before her. She took another step forward until she was behind Gordon, but slightly to the right of him.

"Harvey, I can't…"

"Say it!" Harvey shouted causing the two to flinch.

Not once did Makenna tear her eyes away from Harvey. She could hear in his voice that something horrible happened to him, along with the smell of burnt flesh. Makenna placed a hand on Gordon's shoulder as he looked away.

"Two-face. Harvey two-face." Gordon answered softly.

Makenna didn't flinch when Harvey finally looked at them. Her eyes were focused on the left side of his face. It was destroyed, the skin shriveled and blackened, his molars visible and the eye. It was just a ball and socket, but she didn't look away. Harvey met her eyes briefly and managed a small smile on the unmarred side of his face.

"Why should I hide who I am?"

"Harvey…" Makenna began.

"Save it, Abshire." Harvey hissed.

Her eyes narrowed when he said her last name. Makenna's fists clenched, her nails leaving crescent shaped moons in the palm of her hands.

"I…I know you tried to warn me. I'm sorry. Wuertz picked you up – was he working for them?"

No respsonse.

"Do you know who picked up Rachel?"

Makenna's brow twitched at the mention of her friend's name, but her face didn't show any emotion.

"Harvey, I need to know which of my men I can trust."

"Why would you listen to me now?"

"I'm sorry, Harvey."

"No. No you're not. Not yet."

Makenna remained rooted in her spot as Gordon took one last look at Harvey, turned and glanced at her. Her eyes shifted to his in a silent 'give me a minute' as Jim left the room. She waited until the door clicked shut before approaching Harvey.

"Harvey…"

"Don't."

"You don't want to do this."

"I said don't." He snarled.

"Rachel wouldn't want you to do this, Harvey. She'd want you to cooperate with Gordon. So do her justice by telling him who picked up Rachel." Makenna finished, her tone cold.

Harvey glared at Makenna as she did the same.

"I know who you are, Makenna. I'm not blind. I've seen your file before it was redacted. Before you turned your life around, but did Rachel know? You think you can play hero and go by unnoticed every day? You may have everyone else fooled, but once you're in that line of business there's no escaping it."

Makenna bit her lip, but said nothing. Her glare turning to ice.

"You don't know shit about me, Dent. However, it's clear we're both showing our true colors, wouldn't you say?" Makenna bit back before turning and exiting the room.

Once the door clicked shut, Makenna leaned against it and sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she leaned her head against the door.

"Excuse me, Miss."

Makenna opened her left eye and glanced to see who had spoken. She snapped to attention when she realized it was Maroni.

"Yes?"

"Have we met before?" Maroni asked eyeing her closely.

"I can't say that we have. If you'll excuse me a friend is waiting for me."

She turned on the balls of her feet and started down the hallway when Maroni called out to her.

"You can't run away forever, Abshire!"

She continued walking down the hallway, not giving Maroni the satisfaction of her hearing him. Once Makenna reached the elevator she by passed it and entered the stairwell. She slouched against the wall and covered her mouth with her hand as she choked back a sob. Makenna allowed herself to slide down the wall until she was seated on the floor as the tears fell. Her head hit the wall lightly as she steeled herself when a weight was placed on her shoulder. Makenna snapped her eyes open and stared at Jim.

"Come on." Jim said softly as he helped Makenna to her feet.

"Jim, do you trust me?" Makenna whispered, her head lowered.

"You know I do." Jim replied confused.

"No…I mean…do you trust me?"

Makenna lifted her head and stared at Jim. Her eyes were burning with an uncontrollable fire. The same look Gordon remembered seeing the day of her father's murder. Jim placed a hand on her cheek, wiping the stray tears away with his thumb. He pulled Makenna closer and wrapped his arms around her, his hand in her hair.

"I trust you, Kenna. I trust you like my own daughter. No matter what." He whispered pulling away from her. "Now come on. I'm gonna need you."

-M-

Makenna sat in the bullpin at the Major Crimes Unit as she waited for Gordon's orders. She was giving a pair of combat boots to change into along with a bulletproof vest which she slipped on over her red blouse. Her eyes shift over Gordon and his men as they geared up ready to take down the Joker when her eyes caught the television.

"Hey, turn that up." She called.

A detective nodded, grabbing the remote and turned up the volume.

"I had a vision. Of a world without Batman. The mob ground out a little profit and the police tried to shut them down, one block at a time…and it was so…boring. I've had a change of heart. I don't want Mr. Reese spoiling everything, but why should I have all the fun? Let's give someone else a chance…"

"Shit…" Makenna muttered as she pulled out her phone. Her fingers flying over the keyboard as she glanced back and forth to the television.

"If Coleman Reese isn't dead in sixty minutes, then I blow up a hospital. Of course, you could always kill yourself, Mr. Reese. But that would be the noble thing to do. And you're a lawyer."

Makenna finished her message and hit send as she searched for Gordon. She quickly found him and made her way to his side.

"We need to move now before someone else does." She said softly.

"Call in every officer – tell them to head to their nearest hospital and start evac and search. Call the transit authority, school board, prisons – get every available bus down to a hospital – the priority is Gotham General- wheel everybody out of that place right now- my hunch is that's where the bomb is."

"Why?"

"That's where Harvey Dent is." Makenna replied sharing a look with Gordon.

"Who is she?" Another detective asked.

"A friend who's dealt with this situation." Gordon answered placing a hand on Makenna's shoulder.

"Where are we going, sir?"

"To get Reese."

Makenna followed Gordon as her phone dinged. She pulled it from her pocket and smiled at the message.

Be careful. I'm on my way. – B

"Mak!" Gordon called from the entrance.

Makenna pocketed her phone and jogged after Gordon as he headed for a black suv with tinted windows. She hopped in the back with him and pulled the door shut behind her. They made their way to the television studio as Makenna looked over the blueprints for the building. Her eyes scanning left and right as she worked out a plan.

"We've got five maybe ten minutes max to extract Reese before all hell breaks loose." She said glancing up.

"Five minutes is all we need."

"Jim, we may want to extract Reese out the back door. The front is too risky. Someone could be setting up shop somewhere to snipe. That's more than we need right now."

"We'll use the front as a diversion to get the vehicles around back. Act like we're taking him out the front."

Makenna nodded as she folded the papers and handed them back to Gordon. They rolled up to the studio and hopped out, however before Makenna could move a shotgun was thrust into her hands. She partially pumped the shotgun making sure there was a round in the chamber before exiting the vehicle.

They made their way up to Reese, grabbed him and rode the elevator down as Makenna took the lead. Once the elevator reached the ground floor, Makenna was the first one out as she kept an eye out for any trouble.

"Commissioner?! You really think someone would try to…." Engel began.

Makenna's eyes widened as she saw a man raise a pistol and aim for Reese.

"Get down!" She shouted, aiming her own weapon at the man, but not firing. There were too many people. Her eyes landed on a familiar Lamborghini as it circled the building. Bruce.

She took the chance and fired the shotgun into the air to dispel the crowd. Makenna glanced back at Gordon making sure they were heading towards the back. She walked backwards keeping an eye on the man with the pistol before bolting around the corner. Her thighs pumped as she ran through the hall and down a set of stairs towards the vehicles. Makenna burst through the door and waved for the vehicles to start moving as she jumped in with Gordon. She slammed the door shut as she sat beside Gordon.

"You're…"

"The one who just saved your life." Gordon interjected.

Makenna held onto the shotgun as her eyes shifted towards the patrolman sitting diagonal from her. She furrowed her brows, but remained quiet hoping Bruce was close to figuring things out. As they sat in silence Makenna's phone beeped. She pulled it from her pocket and opened the message just as Gordon's phone beeped.

Watch out. Cops with relatives in Gotham Hospitals – Burke, Ramirez, Till, Erikson, Berg.

The air in the van grew stuffy as Makenna glanced up from her phone and pocketed it. She felt Gordon do the same beside her as they looked toward the cop with them. He continuously fingered his shotgun as the sweat started to bead on his forehead. He was nervous.

"Berg, isn't it?" Gordon asked breaking the silence.

"Commissioner?"

"You okay, son?"

Another beep sounded through the van as Makenna pulled her phone out once more.

Keep an eye out. I'm a few cars behind you. – B

Don't do anything stupid Bruce. – M

Makenna pocketed her phone and looked up seeing Berg eyeing her. She flashed him a smile and shook her head.

"My sister. She's trying to figure out dinner." She lied as she looked out the window.

The van came to a stop as they waited for the light to change. Makenna's eyes remained glued to the window as she spotted a pickup, the driver looking anxious as he stared at them. Her brows furrowed as she looked away from the window. She watched Gordon mentally trace the trajectory of the shotgun barrel as Berg continued to fiddle with his gun. Makenna fingered her shotgun to distract Berg while Gordon unholstered his own weapon.

"I'm gonna need your weapon, son." Gordon began.

"What?" Berg asked looking away from Makenna.

Makenna stretched her foot out to stop Reese from moving. She gently tapped her foot against his shin signaling him to stay still. Reese's eyes met hers in silent agreement as Makenna got ready to move. Berg slowly lowered the barrel of his gun.

"Why? Because my wife's in the hospital?" he asked.

"Yeah. That would be why."

"Mr. Reese?" Berg asked looking towards the man.

Makenna shifted in her seat when she heard the screeching of tires and a Lamborghini flies up next to them. Her eyes widen as the pickup from earlier smashed into the Lamborghini sending the car into the side of the van. Makenna quickly turned toward Berg and lurched forward, grabbing the barrel of the gun and pushing it up. The barrel of the gun burned Makenna's hand as Berg fired into the roof. Gordon used the butt of his gun to knock Berg out and took the gun from Makenna's hand. Makenna cradled her hand to her chest as she climbed out of the van with Gordon.

The two approached the Lamborghini, Makenna's heart racing hoping Bruce was alright. As they rounded the vehicle she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Bruce moving. Gordon crouched down and assisted Bruce out of the vehicle.

"You okay, Mr. Wayne?" Gordon asked after recognizing him.

"Call me Bruce. I think so." Bruce replied glancing up at Makenna.

She gave him a smile and shook her head at him. He was going to be the death of her if he kept pulling stunts like that.

"That was a brave thing you did."

"Trying to catch the light?" Bruce asked confused.

"You weren't protecting the van?"

Makenna shifted to the side so Bruce could see the van as Reese stepped out, dazed. She remained silent as Bruce nodded at Reese as Gordon sized up Bruce and his car. Makenna stifled a laugh with a cough as she covered her mouth, gaining Bruce's attention.

"You don't watch a whole lot of news, do you, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce merely shrugged as he rubbed the back of his head. "It can get a little intense. Think I should go to the hospital?"

"Not today, I wouldn't." Gordon replied as Makenna chuckled.

"You're going to be the death of me, Bruce." Makenna finally said as she chuckled.

"I truly was trying to catch the light." Bruce grinned.

Makenna rolled her eyes. "Sure you were, Bruce. Just try not to drive like a raving lunatic next time." She winked.

Gordon shook his head at the two when an explosion was heard in the distance.

"Gotham general…" Gordon muttered glancing to Makenna and grabbing his phone. "Did you get Dent out?"

"Go." Makenna ordered pushing Gordon towards the van.

The van pulled away from the accident and made its way towards the hospital. Makenna watched the van disappear around a corner before crouching down beside Bruce. She ran a hand through his hair and rested her hand against his cheek.

"Now what?" She asked staring into his eyes.

"We go visit Lucius."

-M-