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Sven—If you even made it this far, I AM aware that Barbara is Gordon's suspected daughter. I said that at the beginning!!! Can you not read? Alex is an OC that I created because I felt like it. *rolls eyes* Also, Gary Oldman has said in an interview that Chris Nolan has made it clear that neither Barbara Gordon/Batgirl nor Robin exist in his movies. He has the copyrights so he can do that.

Sorry for the little rant there; he was pissing me off. Now for the chapter. I'm not sure how this is all gonna play out, or how long I'm gonna make it, so if it's short, I'm sorry. I'm saying this before I write it.

After Dad had told me that we had caught the Joker, I had to see for myself. I made my way to the holding cells, and Dad went home to tell Barb, Jimmy and Kayla that he was okay. It would be interesting to see how well their marriage would hold up after this. I'm sure that he had a good reason to do it; probably to protect them. I watched him leave from the window, and hoped that he would be safe. Dent, on the other hand, I couldn't care less. One less annoyance to this unit. When I saw the Joker in the holding cell, I felt myself freeze up a little bit. One of the older officers that Dad had been partnered with way back noticed me freeze.

He walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, girl, you're Dad can do this if you want. He prolly will anyway." I caught his smile out of the corner of my eye.

I shrugged his hand off. "I can do this," can't I? I looked at him, and his eyes met mine. I swallowed, but refused to take my eyes away. I looked at the officer. "Get him into the interrogation room," I ordered with a weak voice. I cleared my throat.

"You sure, Alex?"

I nodded. "Positive."

He nodded to the other officers, who grabbed the Joker. He didn't put up any struggle as he was dragged to the interrogation room. His painted on smile revealed yellowing teeth as he smirked at me. I liked smirks; I really did, but not his. His just creeped me out beyond all belief. I rubbed my eyes and followed them into the interrogation room. The officers were either standing by the door or behind the table. I calmly, or at least tried to look it, strode across the white brick room with crappy fluorescent lighting. I should get that bulb replaced, I thought to myself as it flickered. I didn't need my files to question him because I had memorized them. I sat myself down in the steel chair.

"What's your real name?" Yeah, stupid question, but if we knew it, maybe we could find some breaking point that made him do this.

He leaned over the table, apparently studying me. He tilted his head and flicked his tongue out, causing unconscious shivers to run down my spine. "That healed…" his tongue flicked out again, "…nicely, Sarg."

I instinctively let my hand touch the scar on my mouth. "That wasn't an answer."

He leaned back and kept silent for a while as I fired questions. Nothing gave anything away, not even in his eyes. He was uncharacteristically quiet, obviously thinking about something sinister, maybe even answering the questions in his head. I saw a twitch at the corner of his red, scarred mouth. "Tell me, precious, how ya…umm…holdin' up after dear ol' Martin's death?"

I clenched my fists on the table.

He set his hands on the table and leaned forward. A devilish smile crossed his face and his eyes narrowed in delight. "Ooh, touch a nerve, did I?" He laughed maniacally, and it echoed throughout the room.

I closed my eyes, and tried to keep my calm, but as images of Martin screaming began to fill my mind, I began to lose it. "Yeah, ya did," I said as calmly as I could.

He laughed and clapped his hands. "He was fun," he declared with his tongue rapidly flicking out of his mouth.

I got up.

"Aw, c'mon, Sarg, doncha wanna hear all the little things that," tongue flick, "he revealed in his final moments." He waited for me to sit back down. I knew that he wanted to tell me things that I never wanted to hear so I just put my right foot forward and let my left follow suit and headed for the door. "He was weak," I heard the high voice say.

I stopped dead. I could almost feel him smile because he got what he wanted. I tried to get myself to keep moving, but all the movement I accomplished was turning around and walking right back to the table. I stared down at him as he shook with silent laughter. By now, I couldn't keep the images of Martin on the concrete covered in blood out of my mind. I could usually do something to keep them out; math mostly. "He wasn't weak."

"Yes," he countered. "Yes, he was. But your father! Oh, he's different!" More cackling.

I tried to stop it, but my logical side seemed to just seemed to dissolve into smitherings. I pulled my fist back and just let it fly into his face. As soon as I pulled it back, I realized that I had done something terribly wrong, but it felt right. My entire body was shaking as I heard his laughter once more. I walked to the door and pulled it open. "Take him back to holding. I can't do it." I shook my head and walked out.

There was a crowd of detectives outside the door waiting for me. It was a stunned silence as I pushed my way through. I needed some fresh air. I heard some mumbling as the Joker was brought out and as I disappeared into the stairwell. As I climbed the stairs, I felt myself falling apart, but I managed to push the door open onto the roof. Cool air blew onto my face, helping to clear my mind a little bit. I slid down onto the ground for the second time that night and pulled my knees to my chin. I wrapped my arms around my legs, which managed to put the shaking at bay for a little while. I closed my eyes and thought up some stupid equation and then tried to solve it. Didn't help. I wrung my hand, feeling the blood there all over again. My head fell onto my knees, which is where it stayed until I heard gravel crunching on the other side of the roof.

"Not quite as stealthy as you'd like, Batman," I said to my legs, but knew that he could hear me.

"Ever thought I wasn't trying?"

I shrugged. He had a point. He would probably be able to sneak up on me without really any effort.

"I take it you interrogated the Joker," he assumed in his low gravelly voice.

"Tried," was the one word answer I gave back.

"I could help," he offered.

I raised my head up, and cocked my eyebrows. "Really?"

"I know a few tricks."

I rubbed my hands over my face. "Why the Hell not?" I stood up and about went back down as the shaking started up again. I pulled myself onto the ledge. "Gimme a minute," I pleaded with my finger in the air and my hand on my head.

He complied silently and stood there as I slowly tried to control my shaking. I bent over the alley side of the roof and threw up. The shaking stopped.

I wiped off my mouth, knowing that I needed room temp water to keep it that way. "Let's go." I opened the door and followed the towering dark figure down the stairs. His cape flowed behind him as we descended into the depths of MCU. It was silent, which helped me to organize my thoughts back to their normal, working order. "So, what's your plan?"

He paused on the stairs, which let me stand next to him. "Not sure," he growled honestly.

I shrugged. "Okay. Follow me." I opened the door and showed him into the interrogation room. "This is our humble, crappy interrogation room." I smiled as he walked in, boots clicking on the tile floor.

He looked around it silently, and then chose a spot in the back where he decided to stand. "Leave."

I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"I know what I'm doing," he growled. Gee, like I didn't know that all ready. "Now leave."

"Well, all righty then," I said under my breath as I walked away.

"Turn out the lights, and bring him in," he ordered. "Call your father."

"Okay." I turned out the lights and ordered one of the officers to bring him in as I texted Dad. Time for interrogation.

Okay, it's short, and I'm really, really sorry, but I don't have time to work on it until Saturday since I'm gonna be in New York for the rest of the week. I wanted to get up what I have, and I promise that the next chapter will be somewhat longer. I'll do the interrogation scene and Dent and Rachel captive scene too. I promise. Please review. I love them. Click away on the button that says review. =)