Hannah—I'm glad that you liked it. I thought that this would be the perfect timing for them to kiss. ;) I don't know why, but I did. Well, there will be a little bit of Bruce/Alex in this chapter, but not a lot.

Fairy Skull—I'm glad that you're clicking. It seems to keep the reviews coming in even thought "Clicky" is a little weird. Well, not quite sequel time. There are a few clips at the end that kinda sum up after it, so I'm gonna do those. I like both of those titles, and well, at least, they're titles. I know they kissed! I hope that it wasn't too incredibly bad, but according to you, it wasn't. I'm glad that you like it.

SurferGirl711—I'm so glad that you love this story! Too bad it's almost over. I'm glad that I did a good job on the chapter. There will be one last chapter to this story, and then there will be a sequel with all of my own ideas. Hope that answers your question.

Blpaul—I love all the compliments!!! =D They means lots! I'm glad that you thought it was perfect. I thought that it would go well, especially since we all agree there was chemistry between them.

Kris Knight—I'm really glad that I did, because that chapter had been in my head for so long. I'm glad that it was your favorite, and here's the final chapter. I can't tell you when the sequel will be up, since I don't have a total plot line. That's what was nice about the movies. So I will need to get up a plot line, but it will be up as soon as possible. Question: Why did you review on chapter one?

Bunny94—I think it was a lot of dedication. That and I knew I didn't have to get up till like noon. =) Not over yet, and I'm glad that you loved it. The sequel will be up soon… I hope.

Sabre—Thank you for the compliment. I love that speech too! It's really emotionally stimulating… for lack of better term, and Gary Oldman did such a good job with the character and emotion. I love Gary Oldman in every role that I've seen him in. My all time favorite speech was in Independence Day. The one the president made. Definitely my all time fave! Don't hold your breath because I like your reviews! =P

Were-girl19—This is the final chapter, and there will be some hint to what happens to Bruce and Alex. Most of that will be in the sequel, so you'll have to read that.

Katie—I'm glad that you like it. Here's the final chapter, but you can find the sequel (eventually) on my page.

SerenityMoonlight—I'm glad that it was "awesomely good." I'm glad that that part was good because I could actually see myself in her place as I was writing it. I think a lot of people were squealing when they kissed. I think that that is one of the coolest compliments I've ever gotten. No one ever said that they wished it were in the movie until you. Thank you for that! It made my day!

Caleb's Babe—Thank you for the compliment. Here's more.

Undermyumbrella—Isn't that a quote from a Rihanna song? Not that it matters. Thank's for the compliment.

Madelineex3—I'm glad that it was the best, because I really wanted it to be. I don't how I did it justice, but I'm glad that you love it. Those last lines were like the best of all time! It's just amazing the writing power of Chris Nolan. You would think that Bruce might have a smile for a while after Alex's smooch. You get to see what he thinks of it in this chapter.

Also, I know that it's past July 4th, but if you are in the Armed Forces, I would personally thank each one of you, but since I don't know you, I will just settle with a mass THANK YOU! You are doing so much for this country, and I want to thank you for putting your lives out there to keep our country free. Freedom doesn't come free, so thank you for everything.

OK I lied, which is a good thing for you because this shall not be the final chapter. It always takes up more room than I think, so there will be like one or two more chapters. Yay for you! Hope that it's just as good as the last ones.

Finally, I woke up to the sound of the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and the sun shining in my eyes. Looking up at the foam tiles and fluorescent light on the ceiling confirmed I wasn't at home, or even at Dad's place. I felt something in my right arm that wasn't normal, and when I looked down, I saw the needle, which I followed up to the IV drip. I knew I was a patient at one of Gotham's many hospitals. "What happened?" I mumbled. It was more to myself than anyone in particular, but a shifting next to me made me look over.

Dad raised his head up from its position on his hands. "Hey," he smiled. "How ya feelin'?"

"Weird," was the only word I could find.

Dad laughed and handed me a package that was taped shut. "I figured that you wouldn't want hospital food so I got you a salami sandwich from that place you like."

I smiled. "Thanks." I tore open the paper. "What time is it anyway?" I sunk my teeth into the sticky bread and meat, closing my eyes to savor it.

He looked at his watch, but didn't really pick up what the time was. "Well, I'm on my lunch break. So that gives you a decent idea."

I stopped chewing. "You serious?" I said, swallowing the bite in my mouth. "I've really slept that long?"

Dad nodded.

"Wow," I breathed as I took another bite out of my sandwich. "So what's wrong with my shoulder?" I wondered as I attempted to use it to sit up in the bed. I fell back down almost immediately, holding it in pain. I rolled my eyes and used my right arm instead.

"You dislocated it," a doctor explained as he walked in. He grabbed my chart off the foot of my bed and looked over it.

I raised my eyebrows and continued eating my sandwich. "Doesn't feel out of socket?" I mumbled through the food in my mouth.

Dad narrowed his eyes. "Al…" he warned.

I swallowed and wiped off my mouth. "Sorry. Go on."

"When you fell, it popped out and popped back in, totally straining your muscles," he explained.

"Ouch."

"I would say so," the doc said. "You should be fine. Just be gentle with it for a few weeks, and after that work it out again." He flipped a page over. "It's your head I'm worried about." He looked up at me. "How's it feeling?"

"Just a dull headache," I answered.

He nodded and made some notes. "Well, you seem like you're pretty stable according to the last few notes on here, so we can probably let you out of here by tonight." He smiled at me, and walked out.

There was silence and I looked about my room. Not much to look at, but there were a couple balloons dangling from the ceiling. There was a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. I reached over and grabbed the card from it.

To the one girl who kicks more ass than any guy I know.

Heal up quick, Al.

Wilson

I smiled and put the card back next to the flowers as I finished up my sandwich.

Dad made a sudden move for his pocket. "That reminds me." He pulled a card out of his jacket. He handed the card to me. "This was at the office when I got in this morning."

I looked at him questioningly as I slipped my thumb underneath the envelope's sealer. I pulled out the card. It had a couple pink lilies on it with little swirlies on it. There was a leaf on the background where the text was written in white: Give yourself whatever gifts of time and rest you need to feel better—and know that you're surrounded by caring thoughts and heartfelt wishes. I opened it up and read the text inside: Rest Easy. Get Well. There was some handwritten stuff at the bottom from whomever it was from.

I figured it was fitting, since you don't get a lot of sleep.

Bruce Wayne

PS. You're a good kisser ;) Call me: 735-298-1665

I smiled and felt my cheeks heat up. I held the card to my chest, ignoring the pain in my shoulder.

"Who's it from?" Dad wondered.

"Bruce Wayne," I smiled.

Dad raised his eyebrows, and watched my cheeks turn into a brighter shade of red. "Whatever," he sighed. "I gotta get back to work."

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. "I'm coming too."

He pushed me back on the bed and threw my legs onto the mattress. "Not today," he scolded. "But I suppose you could come tomorrow, since you're gonna be there anyway."

I smiled innocently. "Why would you think that?" I sang.

He rolled his eyes and headed towards the door. "It's Harvey's funeral tomorrow."

I groaned and leaned back on the bed with my right arm under my head.

Dad laughed and leaned on the door. "Don't worry about it. I'm doing the speech." He lightly pounded on the door and walked out.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. Tomorrow was definitely going to be interesting, but I was just going to take it one day at a time. That night I went home just to relax. I struggled into my GPD sweatshirt and jeans and crashed on the couch to watch the news. I couldn't believe that I really was turning into Dad. I walked back to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. I pulled open the fridge, and the cold air blew onto my face. I searched the fridge with my right hand, letting the door lean up against me. The only thing I could find was Chinese take out from last week, but it couldn't have been that bad. I smelled it, and it still smelled like Chinese, so I popped it onto a plate and stuck in the microwave. After it was done, I pulled it out and dug in. It was still pretty good. Eventually, I decided that it was time for me to go to bed. I popped my Vicodin, set my alarm, changed into lounge pants, and crawled into bed for a slightly unpleasant nights sleep, but there were no nightmares to consistently wake me up. When morning came, I was woken by the beep of my alarm clock. I sighed and rolled over to turn it off.

I got out of bed and changed into a pair of black pants and a navy blue blouse, which was baggy enough that it didn't take much effort to pull on. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, but regretted that when my hand touched the tender area where I had been hit with Dent's gun. I let it go and walked to the mirror and looked at myself. I had certainly looked better in my life, but it wasn't that bad. I gently ran a brush through my hair and pulled it back. After looking at the nicely shaved square of head with a red line through it, I decided on just letting my hair hang around my shoulders today, and for the next couple months, I realized sadly. I clipped my gun holster and badge onto my belt and walked out the door. One problem: my bike was still at MCU…. I frowned and pulled out my phone. I pressed the most worn out speed dial on my phone and let it ring.

"Hello," Dad answered.

"Hey, Dad," I greeted as I got on the elevator. "I don't have a ride. Where are you?"

"Well, I just left our apartment," he explained. "I can be there in like five minutes."

I sighed since I was all ready out of my apartment building. "Do you just want to meet me over at the Starbucks on the corner?"

There was a pause. "Sure. Sounds like a plan, but you gotta get me some coffee too. Ran out of time to make it this morning."

I smiled. "Deal."

"See ya in a few."

"Thanks." There was a click and slid the phone back into its holder. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and walked down the sidewalk through the sea of people into Starbucks. The aroma of coffee filled my nose as I stood in the morning line of people waiting to get coffee. After a couple minutes, I ordered both Dad and I coffee with a little sugar in it. I stood by the counter and waited. There was a tap on my shoulder, and I spun around, getting hair in my face.

"Morning," Dad greeted.

I brushed the hair out of my face. "Morning to you too."

"Two grande coffees with sugar," the lady announced and handed them over.

I attempted to grab them, but my shoulder protested. I grabbed one at a time and handed one over to Dad.

"This is probably a stupid question, but how's your shoulder?"

I glared at him. "What do you think?"

He smiled. "I'm guessing that it hurts."

I nodded. "Not that bad though. I just took a couple Advil this morning, instead of the Vicodin."

He tilted his head back and forth for a couple seconds. He took a sip of coffee and motioned towards the door. "We gotta funeral to attend."

I narrowed my eyes and nodded. "Probably should go."

I followed him towards the door and out into the bustling people to the car. I sunk into the passenger seat and took a swallow of coffee, savoring the caffeine. I leaned my head onto the headrest and massaged my shoulder. The driver's door shut and Dad put the key into the ignition. The car roared to life and we slowly pulled out into the traffic. Dad reached out to the consol and turned on the stereo so that it wouldn't just be completely silent. I could tell that he was rehearsing his speech over and over in his head, so I didn't want to bother him. I wondered about this was going to turn out. I knew that most of the force would be there just to be polite, and the media would be swarming. Hopefully Dad knew that; he was exactly a fan of the media. I sighed as we neared the street where the funeral would be held.

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