Happy New Year! Here is the second part I promised. Hopefully I will be able to get back on to my regular upload schedule soon. I hate not having time to write.

Isabel was sitting across from Jonathan in the family owned restaurant they had chosen to eat at. Her hand was resting on the small table and Jonathan's on top of hers, stroking her knuckles with his thumb every so often. Anyone looking on at them would think the pair hopelessly infatuated with each other and they would be correct, on Isabel's part most certainly. They were sharing a large plate that was apparently meant for one person but given the size, their stomach would have to be an empty pit. Eating in contented silence, Isabel simply enjoyed Jonathan's presence and he hers.

"Would you be alright going shopping after this?" Jonathan asked when the waitress brought them the bill.

"Yes, I would be fine but are you sure you should be? I mean it was just last night that…." His crime was left unsaid, in case anyone was close enough to overhear.

"Do not worry about that. In Gotham no one ever notices. We are eating here in peace are we not?"

Isabel looked around the small restaurant. "You are correct, sorry."

"No need to apologize, pet. If you are done I will pay and we can get going."

"I'm finished," she said with a smile, getting out of the booth they were seated at. Taking Jonathan's offered arm, they approached the counter and paid using one of Jonathan's stolen credit cards. Leaving, Jonathan opened the car door for Isabel and she slipped in with a smile. On their way to the grocery store Isabel looked out the window at the city. Even after Jonathan's attack last night Gotham seemed to go on without fear. To them, the attacks were just another day in the city.

It took several minutes to reach the grocery store. The sight of the popular chain brought Isabel a small comfort that even in a place like Gotham, she could find something familiar. Jonathan parked on the far end of the lot and they both got out. Arm in arm they walked in together, Isabel grabbed a basket and allowed Jonathan to lead.

"We will simply get some of the basics for now," he said leading her down the first aisle.

"Alright, I can make sandwiches if we get some bread and lunch meat."

"Sounds delicious," Jonathan grabbed some bread from the nearest shelf and put it in their basket. "We can get some pasta and soup too, and how about cereal and oatmeal for breakfast?"

"Wonderful, all of them," Isabel replied with a smile, leaning into Jonathan slightly. Efficiently, they walked up and down the aisles, putting everything they needed into the basket. Eventually it got a bit too heavy for Isabel and, seeing her arm straining, Jonathan took it off her. As they went up to pay, Isabel noticed the security cameras on the ceiling pointing towards the registers. In the back of her mind, they reminded her of something she had to ask Jonathan, yet she could not recall what it could be. Isabel filtered through her memories of what it might be while Jonathan paid and they left the store. It was not until they were halfway back to the apartment that she remembered.

She looked sidelong at Jonathan, a slight look of worry on her face. Perhaps she should not inquire about that….but the idea of Jonathan masturbating to her as she touched herself was….and he had installed cameras to watch her. The thought made her feel uncomfortable.

"Is something wrong?" Jonathan asked, noticing her look.

"I-I need to talk to you about something," Isabel said softly.

"Oh? What is it Pet?"

"In….When I looked at you journals before….I saw….you were watching me. You watched me and you….pleasured yourself." She had difficulty getting the question out. How was she suppose to ask him about that? Glancing over at him, Isabel saw that his mouth had formed a tight line.

"Yes, I did."

"Was it...only that once?"

As Jonathan turned down the side street to take them to the apartments, he looked at her. "Yes, and it was not my plan when I installed the cameras."

Isabel was slightly relieved at this news but at the same time she was still disturbed by the fact he had been watching her. "Did you put one in the bathroom?"

"No, of course not," he said as he parked the car. "It would have been too easily seen."

"Too easily seen?" Isabel gasped, outraged, "not that it was too much of an invasion of my privacy?"

Jonathan turned and looked at her in the car. He looked confused by her statement. "Well yes, is it not natural that I would have kept an eye on you? I was giving you far more freedom than I usually give my guests. I wanted to ensure that you did not do anything rash."

"I guess, I just…." Isabel didn't know what to say. How could she convey to him how it made her feel?

Seeing her discomfort Jonathan reached across and took Isabel's hands in his own. "I understand, what happened before when you were just my hostage, it is inexcusable. No relationship should have that as a starting ground. Relationships need to be built upon trust and openness. Isabel, pet, I am sorry for what I did."

Isabel's eyebrows rose up. "Who are you and what have you done to Jonathan," she said before laughing softly. "You got that from a book didn't you."

Jonathan smirked and kissed her knuckles. "Guilty as charged. I do mean it though, there shouldn't be secrets anymore between us. I believe it will make both of us feel better about going forward."

"Yes, I agree, I won't keep anything from you."

"Nor I you; and to make up for the past….well, I want you to read the journal entries I kept during our time together."

A small gasp escaped Isabel. "Jonathan, are-are you sure?"

"Completely."

"Thank you. I would like that then." Leaning forward Isabel kissed his lips softly.

"Good. Shall we bring everything in then?"

Jonathan released Isabel's hands and they got out of the car. Grabbing their bags they went upstairs to the apartment. Inside Isabel put everything away while Jonathan gathered his journal and marked the pages for her.

"Here," he said handing her the book. "I will finish up you start reading."

"Alright," Isabel replied taking the journal and heading into the living room.

It did not take Isabel long to finish reading the entries. Some she admitted were difficult to get through, particularly before Jonathan began to have feelings for her. A few of them though she enjoyed reading especially his later reflections on a few of their conversations where he conceded to her arguments. The last entry however was the most difficult. It wavered between furious and regret and from self-loathing to hatred. Isabel had no idea how badly she had hurt him then.

When she was finished she looked up at Jonathan who had joined her on the couch. "Thank you, Jonathan, for letting me read this. It means a lot."

"You are welcome, pet, is there anything in there that we need to talk about."

Isabel frowned slightly. "Well yes, there is one thing….in here you mention that during my treatment you sometimes didn't what to remove the restraints because you liked the way I looked in them; and that you wanted to 'take' me in them."

Jonathan nodded sharply. He wasn't about to deny it. There were many times that he fantasized about having her restrained and taking Isabel like that.

Isabel continued, "well, what I wanted to know is….would you like to try it like that now?"

Mouth dropping open Jonathan stared at her as he comprehended what she said. Just a deep red blush was coming to her face Jonathan reached over and pulled her to him. Looking deep into her eyes Jonathan smirked. "I would very much like to and trust me you will like it too."

It had been just over a week since their reunion. It had been an idyllic time. Isabel and Jonathan had whiled away their days and nights together in the apartment. While Jonathan was still healing, Isabel had taken care of him, cooking every meal, making him coffee, and more "wifely" duties. If anyone were to look at their life together it would look like something from a fifties dream world.

Currently, Isabel was out at the grocery store. Though they had bought some basic food supplies awhile back, it was only dry and canned food. Isabel wanted to cook something special for Jonathan tonight. Humming as she walked down the aisles with her cart, Isabel chose what she needed. Perhaps a little too much perhaps, as when she had checked out she had two large paper bags and a couple plastic ones juggled between her hands. Unfortunately for her, Isabel had parked several blocks away. With a sigh at her own stupidity Isabel set off, however, she had not even gone a block before she ran head long into someone coming around a corner causing her to drop her bags and fall to the ground.

"Sorry, Ma'am, I am so sorry," a man said in a flustered voice. "Here let me help you."

Suddenly someone grabbed her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. Isabel blinked and looked at the man. He was tall and classically handsome with broad shoulders and chiseled features, all displayed in a minimalistic black turtleneck and slacks. The simplicity of the outfit did not detract from the quality, Isabel could tell that they were very expensive.

"Thank you, sir," Isabel said picking up her bags. "Just be careful coming around corners like that."

The man chuckled. "I apologize again, can I help you get these to your car?"

"I-" Isabel paused. She was going to say no as Jonathan had warned her to be careful with whom she talked to as they could be affiliated with another Rogue. However, a trip to the car would not hurt, this man certainly would not be related to anything underworldly. Besides, she had some of Jonathan's toxin spray in her pocket if he did do something unseemly. "Yes, thank you. I am just a few blocks ahead."

With a charming smile, the man took one of her paper bags and both of her plastic ones. The walk to the car was further than Isabel remembered, though it was probably the added factor of the man walking with her. "Well, here we are," Isabel said with relief when they finally arrived at her car.

"Oh you are from out of town," the man said, seeing her license plate while Isabel was busy opening the trunk of her car.

"Yes, I just moved to Gotham last week to be with my fiancee," Isabel said exaggerating Jonathan and hers relationship to scare the man away, if he happened to be after that.

"Congratulations," the man said without a hint of sarcasm. "I am sure he is a very lucky man."

"Thank you," Isabel said closing the trunk. "And thank you for the assistance."

"Of course, Miss…?" He said offering his hand.

Isabel breathed in, thinking before answering, "Isabel." First name only, last name would be too dangerous. Taking his hand she shook it softly, "and you?"

"Isabel. I am Bruce Wayne."

Isabel raised an eyebrow. Well she had been right when she thought his clothes were expensive. That turtleneck probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. "Mr. Wayne. Have a nice day."

"You as well, Isabel."

Getting in her car, Isabel drove off with a small wave to the multibillionaire. What were the odds?

Later that night, Isabel was cooking in the kitchen. In the other room she heard Jonathan scolding someone for something. She chuckled to herself as she heard him swearing. Then finally heard the victim of his verbal abuse. "Edward you inconsiderate asshole! Stop that betting pool now!...Elizabeth put Edward back on the phone right now. Now. No! You cannot talk to her! Fine!"

Having overheard, Isabel met Jonathan halfway and took the phone from him with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. "I will make you some tea, Pumpkin."

Jonathan scowled to hide his smile at the pet name she had given him and limped away back to the couch. "Hello, Elizabeth?" Isabel asked, heading back to the kitchen.

"Isabel, you sound like you are doing well," the woman on the other side of the line said.

"I am indeed. This past week with Jonathan has been lovely."

"So did he let you go?"

"Yes," Isabel sighed, "that was probably the best thing for us. It was that, that allowed my eyes to open to my feelings for him. So I came back to Gotham and….well….thank you for giving him that advice."

Isabel heard Elizabeth's muffled laughter and a louder deeper laugh from someone else in the background. "Shut up! Sorry, that was Edward."

"That's okay...Elizabeth," Isabel asked with a touch of hesitance in her voice. "Can you tell me how my dad is doing?" It was the one thing that Jonathan would not talk to her about. But Isabel had heard what Batman had yelled "Where is she". Though she had paid it no mind originally, something told Isabel that the "she" was her. What if her dad had told the police? What would Jonathan do to him?

On the other side of the phone, Elizabeth had gone a bit quiet. "Jonathan didn't tell you then," she finally said.

"Tell me what?"

"Your father had a heartattack."

"What!?"

"He is fine, sort of, I took him to the hospital after a fashion and well….he spilled the beans as it were, about everything. Right now your father is in protective custody, as an eye witness, but Batman and the police know you are with Jonathan. They don't know you are with him willingly though. Just what your father told them."

It was Isabel's turn to be silent for a time. Then finally she spoke. "Thank you for taking him to the hospital. I am sure Jonathan was not pleased."

"Ah, fuck him. His plan was going to fail anyways. I mean come on, a giant mechsuit? This isn't a cartoon."

Isabel chuckled despite herself. "Thank you, still. It means alot to me….is my name and face being shown on the news or anything?"

"Not that I have seen. The police usually do not advertise things like that when Batman is on the case."

"Oh, good, I was worried since I went shopping earlier today. It would be bad if just going to get food for dinner ended up in the police finding us."

Elizabeth chuckled, "that would suck."

"Yes, oh, guess who I met while out?"

"Who?" Elizabeth asked, an obvious tone curiosity in her voice.

"Bruce Wayne, I literally ran into him and he helped me take my bags to my car. He was very nice….Elizabeth?" Isabel asked. The other end of the line was dead silent. "Eliza-"

"You and Jonathan need to get out of there," the other woman finally said in the commanding voice.

"What? Why?"

"I-just do it. Get out now."

"I don't under-" Isabel was cut off by a sudden crash in the living room. She gasped and ran into the other room to see Batman pinning Jonathan to the ground.

"Jonathan!" Isabel cried, she moved to run and grab a weapon to help when the front door burst open and several police officers ran in, their guns drawn. At seeing Jonathan on the ground and being handled by Batman, they holstered their weapons.

"Don't worry ma'am," one of the officers said to Isabel approaching her. "You are safe now."

Isabel stood in shock as her newly built world crashed around her feet. She was in such a state that she didn't even realize that she was being spoken to until two of the cops were handcuffing Jonathan before her. It was only then that Isabel was broken out of her daze. Reaching out, Isabel tried to reach Jonathan, but was easily stopped by the cops. They were not violent or anything, they still saw her as a victim.

"Let go of me!" Jonathan yelled, struggling to break free of his captors. When he was unable to, he turned and stared at Isabel. "I'll be back for you Isabel! Remember, Pet, you belong to me!"

"Shut up!" One of the officers snarled before hitting Jonathan over the head with his baton and stunning him. Isabel gasped at the violence and she felt tears welling in her eyes. It was over already. Too soon, it was over too soon.

A sob escaped her and Isabel hid her face in her hands as tears streamed down her face. An arm was put around her and somebody shushed her. Isabel did not fight as she was led out of the apartment. There was no point, it was over.

Bwhaha! Villains can't have a happy ever after! Or can they? It certainly doesn't look like it right now but you never know what can happen.
Oh, I know, I have controversial question this time. What is one person (or couple) that you think deserves/deserved a happily ever after but didn't get one?
I think Rogue from X-men especially because of her gift and also all those random people in Gotham (or any other superhero city) that have their property destroyed during a battle between hero and villain. Man of Steel anyone? Haha.