Disclaimer: I don't own whatever DC Comics and Christopher Nolan have created. I own Regan and the story line.

Author's Note: I feel like I need to address some "issues." First, I know some are not happy with how I presented the Man of Steel. I wanted to make him human-esk. Comics, tv, movies, etc make him untouchable and present him as the most moral justice leaguer. Well, I sought to make him human. He can have integrity and still be desperate at times. My apologies for the rant. Second, I will explain Ra's Al Ghul's resurrection—I got it straight from the comics (thank you DC). Now, let us get back to the story. It's coming to an end! Soon…

Regan stared out into the darkness of the city. The gang of murders had yet to move from the alley entrance. Apparently, in her anger, she had wandered into the darker side of town. It appeared that Ra's Al Ghul was quite comfortable operating in this part. Her pride growled. Didn't they know that he was watching? Her protector was out there, watching their every move—thinking of contingency plans. She subconsciously gulped. He was right? Right?

Several city blocks over, a dark figure held special op binoculars to his eyes. He tightly gripped the lenses as he watched their swift, confident movements. His eyes naturally narrowed in fury as he gazed upon her. He noted that she was shivering, but also that she was taking note of their movements as well. He knew that she could handle herself in this situation, and he knew that she was meant to be his downfall.

His strong shoulders heaved a sigh. He couldn't leave her, but she would be livid if he gave up saving the people of Gotham for her. A choice was coming unless a miracle happened.

"You're going to leave her?" A strong voice sounded from behind. He didn't have to explain himself to the man in blue.

"No, I'm going to track her. Find their base, and we are going to save the city." He stated in an annoyed grovel tone.

"You placed a tracer on her?" He sounded surprised. Batman rolled his eyes at the man's shock.

"It's in her ring." He growled.

"I suppose this is where your paranoia is your friend. Speaking of friends, how is he alive?"

The Dark Knight turned to face the alien. "In the ancient world, there are places that are rumored to bring people back to life—Lazarus pits. When I was training under him, Ra's was adamant about securing them, so they wouldn't fall in to the wrong hands."

"Sounds like magic."

"Something like that." He returned his attention to his love. Ra's was going to make him choose. He closed his eyes.

Hours had passed and Regan had been moved to an underground location. She had been black-bagged and dragged. Left to rest on her knees, the smell of the sewer accosted her, and the sound of running water greeted her. She strained to hear more but failed to do so. Her eyes only saw darkness until the bag was roughly removed and unannounced. Her eyes quickly adjusted and focused on the individual standing before her. Ra's Al Ghul was back to taunt her. She glared as best as she could.

"You have quite the resume, but tell me, why do you let him get in the way? You were on your way to getting those drugs off the street, and you dive headfirst into his plans."

She remained silent. "Tsk, tsk, trying to play two lives. My dear, you cannot keep up with him. Did you honestly think you could?"

He's right. You couldn't keep up. Your plan failed. She hung her head.

"Tell me, when did you plan on telling him?" The question caught her off guard. What is he talking about?

"Your expression tells me that you do not know either. Miss Carmichael, I have had my men watching you for some time, and we kept track of all patterns of life. Did you not notice one was missing?"

Her heart nearly stopped. She reached for her stomach, but her hands were tied with zip-ties. How could she have not noticed? Her eyes dropped to her abdomen and tears welled up. I'm pregnant.

"Tears of anguish?" He mocked as he turned his attention elsewhere. She had waited for this moment for years.

"Tears of joy." She fired back in a hoarse voice. He swiveled to face her with a sly smile.

"Tell me, how is this a joyful moment? You're going to die in the near future."

She felt a fire rise up within her. No longer was she fighting for just herself. "Why are you so sure of that? The Batman stopped you last time. You've already failed once, what's to say that won't happen again?"

"You have some fight left in you. That will serve you well." He stated dismissively as he left her. He motioned for some of his men to watch her. She made the choice at that very moment to escape. Biting her lip, Regan began to count the men around her. She was trained for this and she could escape...at least she thought she could.

"Well, what does your tracer say?" Batman glared at the man.

"I don't know, care to use your excellent vision?"

"The sarcasm is unappreciated." He paused and scanned the area. "She's underground and surrounded by five….no wait four men."

"The number changed?"

He chuckled, "Bruce, believe me when I say, that woman of yours is a force to be reckoned with. She's taking them out, one by one."

He glanced down at the tracer and noticed that it moved ever so slightly. How? He wondered.

"Let's move in; it's time for the League of Shadows to meet its final end."

Regan grinned evilly as she stared at the unconscious bodies before. That government summer program came in handy and an extreme amount of luck…

She knew that she had not utilized her training in the past and regretted not using it sooner. However, she had relied on her brothers in arms and the Dark Knight to have her back. Tonight, there was no back-up that she was aware of. With her gun raised, she inched down the hallway. With her senses heightened, she sensed someone in the darkness ahead.

"Show yourself or I shoot. I won't hesitate." She hissed. "Three, two, on—"

"Easy." The Dark Knight growled as he left the darkness. She did not lower her gun and the glare in her eyes didn't lessen. He matched her glare.

"The assholes are back that way. I need to get out of here." She stated as she jerked her head in the direction in which she came.

"Two lefts and you're out."

He passed her, and she paused, "Wait."

She ran to him and kissed him passionately. As she pulled away, "You better come home tonight."

"I will." He breathed. "Run." He growled as shouts rang out.

Nodding, she took off like a bolt of lightning. Regan refused to look back. He could handle it; at least that's what she told herself.

When fresh air hit her face, a small feeling of relief crept over her. Nevertheless, she kept running. Eventually, she found a police precinct and entered. Regan was a sweaty mess and her hair was in complete disarray.

Her ears picked up someone approaching and strong voice questioned, "Miss, are you alright?"
Turning, she looked at the patrol officer with sadness in her eyes, "No. I'd like to report an attempted kidnapping and possible terrorist attack."

"Ma'am?" He questioned in disbelief.

With a stern look, she relayed, "Listen here rookie, get Commissioner Gordon on the line and tell him Carmichael needs to talk to him asap."

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