AN: Thank you guys so much for all the love! I'm letting you guys know that there WILL be a sequel to this story! With that being said though, I'll have to break your hearts in doing so.

I know I said about 3 chapters, but the way I've constructed this…one more chapter, and it'll be the end.

Enjoy!

Chapter 11: Vengeance Has Consequences…

Previously

"Fact of the matter is, and I think you understand this, that I care about you, very much, and I didn't leave you alive for nothing. Since I've met you, you have been one of my top priorities, and still are. So, I'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way, and I need you to do the same. Until I get some things straight, someone will always be accompanying you. Everywhere you go. Doctor visits are my time," He tapped her nose, laughing as her face scrunched up.

"Joker?" She questioned softly, looking him in the eyes. At his silence, she continued. "We'll be alright, right?"

He silently nodded, taking her hand, raising her fingers to his lips.

6-7 weeks later

Batman peered down at the small woman with hesitance. "What's in it for you?" He asked curiously, the hard rain pelting down on him, slightly blurring his vision.

The young woman leaned against the building with an angry frown on her face. "Vengeance. Something I think you and I have in common," He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes.

"Why me?"

The woman smiled at him. "Why not you?" She suddenly leaned off the wall, stepping closer to him. "He told me a story once. A story about how he murdered a woman…blew her up…" She trailed off, her brows raising as he pushed her against the rusted door.

"Who the hell are you?" Batman barked out. The woman held her hands up. "Just a woman with great connections. He's inside tied up and waiting. Your choice. I'd figure you'd like some one-on-one time before the police show up…"

He looked into her green eyes with a frown. He shook his head instead. "I can't…I'd be just like him,"

He pushed himself away from her, turning away. He froze as he could hear talking from the inside of the little warehouse. "How cowardly…can't even confront your lover's killer…"

Batman gritted his teeth, opening the brown, rusted door. "Hey…" The woman called. Batman turned to her. "Keep the sack over his head. If you remove it, it releases an immediate sensor which alerts authorities immediately. This is my game too you know!" She stepped away and walked down the dark street.

Unfortunately, this night would be the last night Batman would walk the streets of Gotham.

He ventured his way inside, the door slamming shut behind him. "I've been waiting a long time for this…" Joker's voice echoed against the walls, laughing excitedly. Batman rounded a corner to see Joker with a sack over his head, his hands were gloved and tied to a piece of concrete jutting from the wall.

He was dressed in this baggy tracksuit-type outfit, hanging a good 6ft from the ground. "I'm sure you have…" Batman trailed off. "Are we just going to chitchat all day?" Joker questioned, wiggling his legs about. Batman sighed. What the hell was he doing? How the hell was all this set up? "For now. Who was the girl?" He asked, circling around him. As the woman said, the sack had an almost translucent wire leading to an automatic switch. It was rather long.

"Been a lot of girl's Bat. Gotta be specific boy-o," Batman was now facing him, tilting his head. "The woman that led me here? Who is she?" Joker was quiet for a moment before answering. "Old flame," Joker murmured. "Speaking of girls…getting pretty cozy with…what's her name? Batwoman? A fine piece of ass you got there. Think I can introduce her to the dark side?"

Joker let out a high-pitched laugh, his head rolling to the side. "Like you did that poor girl Bella? You turned her to the dark side too?" Joker just hummed in response. "You can say that…among other things,"

Batman scoffed in disgust. "Since we're talking about the women in our lives, let's talk about the women, not in our lives, shall we? You know, the dead ones?" Batman gritted his teeth. "You shut the hell up about her!" He roared.

"Oh…still upset about that? Thought you would've gotten over that by now," Joker murmured nonchalantly. "You wanna know the last thing she said? She said in this very annoying and high-pitched voice, 'Harvey! Harvey!' God…it was so fucking aggravating. You know, before the big boom she was about to tell him something,"

Batman leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "What…what was she going to say?" He questioned, waiting with bated breath. "We'll never know," Joker laughed. Batman was unable to contain his rage, punching him in the gut.

Joker swung about from the force, and once he started, he couldn't stop. Batman let out his rage, years of pent-up anger, throwing punch after punch across his body. All Joker did was laugh and it was doing nothing more but angering him.

"HOW. DOES. THIS. FEEL?! HUH?! YOU SON OF A BITCH?!" Batman roared. By now, Joker was weakly trying to kick his way about, struggling against the restraints. Batman took out his knife, cutting him down.

He dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks and Batman's chest heaved. "Is…that all you got?" Joker taunted with a pained laugh. Batman kicked him across the face, and Joker tumbled back to the cement floor. Batman watched with a red haze as he struggled to pull himself up.

"You don't get to get up this time…" He sneered, kicking him in the gut, sending him rolling across the floor. He stalked forward, jerking him by the suit, punching him in the face through the sack multiple times. "Is that all?" Joker rasped weakly, and Batman started to shake him, his head hitting the concrete wall a few times. "Is that all?" Joker repeated again. Before Batman could say anything in response, Joker repeated it again.

Batman narrowed his eyes, mentally counting to 10 in his head and Joker once more repeated, "Is that all?" A feeling of dread hit him like a freight train. He let Joker go, coming to a stand, Joker repeating the same phrase. "What the fuck is this?" He looked around the warehouse, his eyes zooming in on a camera hanging in the corner.

Peering a bit closer, there was a miniature speaker right beside it. You wouldn't see it if you weren't looking as hard, but then again, Batman had to do a double take. He turned back to who he was slowly suspecting was not Joker at all.

He slowly moved forward, crouching down at the now still figure. He gripped the sack, his heart racing. He pulled it up, nausea rolling in his stomach. "Oh god…"

There laid a young woman, her mouth taped shut, knocked out cold. How did he miss this? He let the sack go, not realizing that it was weighted. He took off his cowl, gently patting her face. He felt for a pulse, finding one, low, but it was there.

He heard a click, and bars suddenly came down from the ceiling, blocking his exit. He put the cowl back on his face, picking her up. He used his grappling hook, shooting through the glass in the ceiling, hoisting himself up and through the roof.

A bright light flashed in his eyes as suddenly the sound of a helicopter floating above him reached his ears. "This is the police, we have you surrounded! Put the woman down and hands on your head!" Batman knew that it was over, but he had two more things to do before he could do no more.

He took out a flash bomb, dropping it covering him and his victim before dropping down below, the dark streets of Gotham encasing him.

2 Days Ago

"You're a fucking idiot!" Bella snaps, throwing her shoes off behind her. "Watch it!" Joker snapped back, kicking her shoes out of the way. She threw off her sweater, tossing that behind her too. Joker grabbed her arm, swiveling her around.

Bella slapped him across the face, her face a dark red. "You're lucky I don't I don't hit women," He threatened, his eyes darkening. Bella jerked her arm from his hold storming away from him. He growled to himself, following after her.

He stopped though as she turned back around, pushing her finger to his chest. "You don't give a damn about your life, do you? What the fuck am I supposed to do if you die? I don't know how to run this shit, and I'm damn sure not going to have my child fatherless!"

She angrily turns away from him, going into their room, slamming the door behind her. He just watched as she came back out seconds later, stalking past him and into the kitchen. He rolled his eyes as she was slamming things around, coming back out with the tub of ice cream and a large spoon, going back into their room, slamming the door loudly.

Joker was sort of at a loss, never having been yelled at by her before. She'd been a bit hormonal lately, and he guessed tonight's little tumble with Batman pushed her nerves a bit. He sighed heavily, reaching for his tie. "I need a fucking drink,"

Bella let out a muffled yell, and came back out of the room, slamming the tub of ice cream on the table. "Did you eat my ice cream?" She asked lowly, staring at him. A few of his men that were working on some last-minute things didn't know whether to laugh or cower.

"No dear, you're the only one that ate your fucking ice cream," He sighed. "This whole tub?" She asked, laying her hands on her hips. "You eat everything!" The words slipped from his mouth, and Bella raised her brows. "So now I'm fat?! Like a cow?!" Joker pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning. "That's not what I meant….You're…" He waved his hands towards her, eyeing her small bump that peeked out from her tight shirt. "Then what the hell did you mean?! 'I eat everything?' That just sentiment the fact that you think I'm fat!"

Joker was seriously starting to get whiplash. "What are you upset about? Batman ruining our dinner or being fat?!"

You should have shut up two minutes ago…

Bella opened her mouth in a silent gasp, her eyes widening. Joker mentally facepalmed as he could see her bottom lip wobbling. "Sweetheart…." He started, but she was already heading back to their room. She tossed the semi-empty carton at him on the way, slamming their room door again.

He closed his eyes, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Will one of you go get her marshmallow mint chocolate chip…"

"That's a flavor?" One of them questioned. Joker didn't even have the energy to get annoyed. "Yes, convenience store down the street," The man went to do as Joker asked, and Joker sat in his chair. One of his men offered him a beer, which he

took gratefully. "My girl's pregnant too. One second she's crying, and the next she wants to jump my bones…" He stated absentmindedly.

Joker had given Bella some time to cool off, and as he looked at his watch, he knew she'd be sleeping by now. He tossed the 4 beer bottles in the trash and unloosened his tie, pulling it off. He made his way into the bedroom, pushing the door open.

The light from outside their room shined on her side of the bed, and like he expected, she was sound asleep. He pulled the door shut softly, and stepped out of his clothing, climbing into the bed. He stared over at her for a moment, her back to him. Her hair was up in a loose bun, and he could see that her shoulders were bare.

He pursed his lips, thinking on whether to push his luck or not. He scooted over, wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled her back flush against him, laying a kiss to her shoulder. Bella shifted, and turned over, her breath pushing a strand of hair from her face.

She was bare to him, and her small bump rested between them. He gazed upon her stomach curiously, running his hand along it. He looked to her face, his eyes running over her milky skin, her eyes, nose, lips, cheeks…he just looked at her.

He placed his hand over her heart, for once not thinking with his dick. He was truly pondering how this all came to be, wondering how he managed to snag this bit, tiny bit of happiness. He slipped a finger down her cheek, again looking down her body.

He cared for this unknown being already, but he also looked upon the mother of his child thinking that she was what mattered most. If anyone else were to know what went through his mind at that moment, they would call him a monster, and granted he was, but he just knew that it would always be her. Their child too meant the world to him, it was simply a part of him.

It was simple yet very complicated.

There was this selfishness about Joker that would never cease. He's told this to Bella multiple times, and while she believed that she could change his mind, Joker was set in stone about the decision that if something were to go wrong, he'd always choose her.

When he first brought it up, Bella was appalled and hurt that he felt that way. He calmly explained to her that while he didn't want their child to die, she was what mattered most to him and that they could make another one, but not another her. She didn't speak to him for almost a week afterward.

He understood where she was coming from as a woman and a soon-to-be mother, but Joker was different. He saw things differently and weighed a scale of what was more beneficial. A child in his eyes was something…he wouldn't say expendable, but it was.

Her, however, you couldn't just cough her up out of thin air. She made his life exciting, and what the hell would he do with a child by himself? He'd raise it, make it his own, teach him or her the ways of the world, but it wouldn't be the same without her.

By no means was he not excited about being a father. He was rather intrigued about what that meant for him and the things he could do. Deep down, he didn't want to be like his own, smacking their mother around until the point where he kills her, or she kills herself. That wasn't the Jack in him.

Not to say he hasn't smacked a few women around once or twice, but there was something in his fragile yet jacked up brain that didn't do it often. It was only when he lost his temper to the point where there was no return. That was rare nowadays, and he'd never lain a hand to Bella. Scared the fuck out of her a few times for sure, but he never went out of his way to physically bring her harm.

He just and always would love Bella more.

He buried his face in her hair, his body relaxing as she laid her head against his chest.

It was still dark when Joker woke up to an empty bed. He didn't see the bathroom light on, so he flicked on the lamp, peering down at the sticky on his side of the dresser.

Doctor called, wanting to run some tests? You looked exhausted. Be back later.

P.S.- Sorry about last night. Breakfast on me? Love you.

XoXo- Bella

Joker narrowed his eyes at the time, finding it a bit odd that her doctor wanted to se her at 6 in the morning. He was also quite peeved that she didn't wake him up. He would've gone. He went and got himself ready for the day.

It was rolling around 7 when Joker finally decided to call Bella. He grumbled to himself as she didn't pick up and hung up, not leaving a voicemail. He called again, growing increasingly worried and annoyed. He waited for about 20 minutes before calling again. If she didn't pick up, he knew that something wasn't right. She never let him call her three times.

This last time around, it immediately went to voicemail and Joker almost crushed his phone. He gritted his teeth and went in search of Santiago. Santiago had still been unable to find Harley and Joker was this close to getting a dirty cop to do it.

He didn't want to initially because it might give him away, and he needed the element of surprise. How hard is it to find one woman?

Santiago raised his brows at the sight of him. "I want you to pull up the GPS coordinates on Bella's phone," Santiago nodded and pulled out a black tablet. His bushy brows furrowed, and he turned it to show Joker. "What am I looking at?"

He peered closer to look at the map. "It's been disabled. Most likely off or smashed," A million things ran through his head at once, and he was thinking of different scenarios. "Where's the car?" Santiago did another clicking thing and he frowned. "Right where her last ping was. The doctor's office,"

Joker peered into the window, growling under his breath at the sight of his driver dead with a single

Gunshot wound to the head. He opened the backdoor to see it empty. He slammed it shut, looking to

Santiago. "Take care of this," He hissed and strutted into the doctor's office. Everyone's eyes widened as the infamous Joker walked through the doors.

People screamed, cowering in fear. Joker shot one security guard in the knees, and the other in the head, heading his way down the office, finding the room he was looking for. He kicked the door in, an evil smile crossing his face.

The doctor held up his hands, shaking in his char. Joker sat down on the hospital bed after shutting the door. "W-w-what do you want?" The Doctor stuttered, his wide green eyes shining with fear. Joker sighed. "I'd like a checkup doc. See, I've been a bit….upset. Last night Batman ruined my date with the missus, and I was really hoping to get some action if you know what I mean. We had a little lovers quarrel, not with Batman of course, and I wasn't able to get off. Now, I wake up this morning at 6am might I add, and to see she left me a cute little sticky with her elegant handwriting. How do women do that? My little minx owes me breakfast, and she told me you wanted to see her. She's obviously not here…. So…" Joker paused, his eyes darkening, his lip curling in anger. "Where the fuck is my wife?"

"I-I-I…." The Doctor stuttered, and Joker hopped off the bed, jerking the doctor up and forcing the gun in his mouth. "Don't lie to me. I hate liars. She's three months pregnant, we visit you every month. In fact, we were just here last week. Gave her the all okay….you know, pretty young thing, the name's Italian….oh…I see your eyes. So, we're very clear on who I'm talking about, yes?" Joker hissed menacingly, glaring down at him.

The doctor frantically nodded, tears streaming down his face. Joker pulled the gun from his mouth. The doctor stuttered as he told Joker about how he was approached by a woman with over 20,000 grand if her lured her to his office.

Joker narrowed his eyes, pushing him down in his seat. "What happened next?" The doctor gulped, his entire body quivering. "I don't know. She never came inside," Joker backhanded him across the face, and the doctor cried out. Joker sighed, looking down at his scrubs as a wet patch appeared.

"Seriously?" Joker licked his lips, leaning over him, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "I want you to know that I'm going to torture the absolute living hell out of you. I skinned a man alive once, and hell, there's nothing stopping me from doing it twice," Joker threatened, his green eyes almost a dark shade now, his voice lowering that would send the bravest of men to their knees.

Joker watched as the man pleaded with him, shaking violently in the seat, tears, and snot running down his face. He just stared into his eyes, gritting his teeth. "On second thought. I'll see you in hell," Joker forced the gun into the man's mouth, pulling the trigger. He simply took his handkerchief out and wiped some brain matter that got on his face.

He went back to the security guard that he shot in the knees, gripping his collar. He looked around in thought before dragging him to the security room. "Take me back to 6am this morning," He demanded, locking the door behind him. The security guard complied, and heaved himself in the chair, breathing heavily. "Hurry the fuck up," Joker snapped, his patience wearing thin.

The security guard took him back to the time stamp. At 6:05 he saw his car pull up. "Follow the woman that gets out,"

He watched as Bella walked inside, and to the front desk. His eyes narrowed at the familiar hair and watched as she was led to the doctor's room. A minute later, her doctor walked out with a guilt-stricken face. Seconds later, Bella was held at gunpoint via the stomach, and she was escorted outside.

Joker watched as Harley shot the driver before they disappeared out of sight of the videotape.

Joker rubbed his fingers across. He could hear the sirens in the distance, and that's when it hit him. Since when did the infamous Dark Knight ever miss a tango?

NOW

Bruce Wayne pinched the bridge of his nose as he gazed upon the woman whose face was now cleaned. "Sir…" Alfred murmured gently, gazing upon him with slight panic. Bruce swallowed. "I…I know her Alfred. I remember her. This….she…what have I done?" He held his head in his hands.

Alfred sighed. "Sir…you need to sit down…" He said, and Bruce could see that something was bothering him, but he ignored it. He'd finally done it. Done the one thing he promised he wouldn't do. "I don't want to sit Alfred! I almost killed an innocent person in my rage! I don't deserve it anymore…." He sighed in defeat.

Bella laid out on the bed, whimpering out in her sleep. "Sir, we really need to discuss Miss Swan…" Alfred insisted harshly, taking a warm cloth to her head. Bruce cut his eyes to the only person that stayed by his side. "Is she going to die?" He asked, looking her over again. Alfred shook his head. "No, she's lucky to be alive and not in a coma," Bruce nodded in relief.

"When can we move her?" Bruce asked, looking down at her as she seemed to mumble a name. Alfred's brows shot up. "Move her?! Move her where?!" Bruce sighed heavily, sitting in the chair next to the bed. They both quieted as she whimpered out again, Joker's name falling from her lips.

"Back there. As much as I am against taking her back to that monster, he's going to tear apart Gotham just looking for her. Nothing I can do anyhow to change her mind. She's been in his clutches for almost a year now, if not longer. I caused this, and I need to fix it,"

Bruce stood back up, a lot of things going through his mind. If he lived through the next few days, the first thing he was doing was getting out of Gotham for a while. He planned on taking her back where she 'belonged', knowing that just having her here was probably already causing Gotham trouble.

He also knew that his life as Batman was over. He got too invested. He got too in over his head. People weren't meant to be superheroes. Normal people anyway… Bruce sighed as he looked down at her again. "How long do you think it'll take for her to heal, safe for travel? I know what you're thinking, but I've started a war that I cannot finish. She needs to go back…"

Bruce knew the severity of what had been done. Joker would know the moment he connected the dots exactly where he was. He wasn't about to bring that to Alfred.

Alfred shook his head. "I'd give her a week with strong foods and liquids. With the right medicine, maybe less. You did a number on her, but what she was in was somewhat taking the blows, except for…Master Wayne…I need you to sit down,"

Bruce finally sat, looking into Alfred's eyes.

When the news aired the next day, Joker thought he'd lose his mind. There was no mistaking that the woman in Batman's arms was his. He knew it in the pit of his gut. His blood had run cold, and all he could do was think of vivid scenarios of killing Batman painfully slow.

He was currently getting the helicopter ready, loading a gun into his pocket when she suddenly came into view. It took Joker everything he had not to empty his clip into her body. "Going somewhere?" Joker just raised a brow. "Wouldn't you like to know? Come sit…" Joker insisted, patting his chair.

Harley regarded him with hesitance, narrowing her eyes at him. One of Joker's men quietly blocked the exit and crossed his arms. "You've got some balls by showing up here. You do know you won't be leaving here alive right?" He asked, pulling out a knife.

Harley regarded it as if merely bored. "That doesn't scare me…." Joker just tilted his head. "Oh sweetheart, as if I'd use this on you…" He cooed, but his expression was anything but calm. "Be a good little girl and sit the fuck down," He snapped, which made Harley jump.

She rushed to the seat, and Joker almost wanted to laugh. Was this a game? Was he playing a game now? Joker walked towards her, gripping her chin hard. "I'm going to kill you, very slowly. I'm going to make you wish you never crossed me…."

5 Days Later

Harley's screams pierced the air as Joker dug the knife into her flesh, peeling it off. It hit the floor with the other pieces of skin. Joker looked upon her with a crazed look in his eyes. It had been 5 days since he knew Bella to be somewhere else. Somewhere he couldn't find.

He had learned that Harley had taken Bella in the early hours, and then she was transferred into Batman's hands. She didn't specify, and that only made the torture worse.

Bruce had taken precaution in his home and moved himself, Bella, and Alfred to a secret location until she was healed up properly to travel. The medicine seemed to do wonders, and she was healing nicely.

He was right to assume that Joker knew exactly who he was as Joker and his goons broke into his home a day after the incident. Everything was destroyed and Joker had left a message for him covered in blood. It was a simple question, and Bruce knew he was running on time.

Where is she?

Bruce planned on giving her back to him in the healthiest condition she could be in. Gotham was suffering in his absence. Crimes went up 50% in a matter of days, and Alfred tried to convince Bruce that he was only human and that what happened was a mistake.

Bruce didn't see it that way though, blaming himself immensely. He should've turned away and yet he let his pride go to his head. He made his bed, and now he had to lay in it. Bella had since woken up and was regaining her strength back.

He realized how cruel life was. She didn't blame him like she blamed the woman who tricked him, but she would also never forget. That's all she said and hadn't spoken a word since, staring outside, holding herself. He'd told her that she didn't have to go back, and he was given a slap in response.

She wanted to go home.

The only home she had left.

It was the Tuesday the following week when Bruce made his decision. Alfred had greeted him on the way, tears in his eyes. "It was a good run. Wasn't it?" Bella had watched their interaction somewhat numbly, yet emotionally.

Alfred's voice had cracked, and he looked upon the man, once boy, who he promised to look after, and yet, he felt like he failed. Bruce had given him an envelope and sent Alfred from their secret place, who disappeared in the rain.

He looked over at Bella with a frown, slipping the cowl on his head. He led her to the Batmobile, strapping her in before getting in on the other side. He'd driven through the back roads of Gotham, his heart racing.

He knew how to get where he wanted to go, he too smart enough to learn of Joker's bases. He pulled to a stop within the trees. He turned to Bella with regret. "I wish there was something I could say…" Bella pursed her lips, her eyes were sunken with a deep sadness. "He's going to kill you. You do know that right?" She whispered, meeting his eyes.

Batman just simply nodded. "I've come to terms with that…I'm not walking out of this alive…not by a chance am I?" Bella shook her head. "It was only a matter of time before one of you killed the other," She murmured.

"Do you really want to die?" She asked suddenly, tilting her head. Batman didn't answer, pushing a button that opened the roof. He helped her out, and he could see the look all over her face. Bella wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die.

She looked upon home and realized there was one thing she wanted just as equally. She rushed ahead of Batman, the two men outside rearing back at her in surprise. They then looked to Batman who didn't even bat an eye at them.

Joker had just sat the now skinned body upon his throne, looking at it as if disappointed. It wasn't enough.

He closed his eyes as he could hear Bella's voice echoing…an echoing that was getting louder. He snapped his eyes open, going towards the entrance/exit. Before he could register what was happening, a small body had flung itself at him, and the smell of cinnamon hit his nose.

Bella clung to him like a lifeline, sobbing into his shirt, her knees buckling. He kept her propped up, tilting her chin up. He grew angry even at the few bruises that lingered, but that wasn't what made the cut. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice before the words 'I'm sorry' even left her lips.

"I'm so sorry," She sobbed, her fingers clutching onto his jacket, afraid to let go. He looked up at the dark figure in the shadows. He looked back down at Bella who was shaking in his hold. "I want to see the man…" Joker called out sternly, and Batman walked forward into the light, slowly pulling off his cowl.

Joker didn't even bat an eye. "You killed a piece of me," Joker murmured, truly hurt. Bruce looked away, and Joker clenched his teeth. "You won't fight me, will you?" He asked. Bruce shook his head. For once, Joker didn't argue.

He went to hand Bella off, but she wouldn't budge. He kissed her hair, whispering to her. She pressed her ear against his shirt, and Joker used his other hand to plug her ear. "Drop," Joker whispered. Bruce went to his knees, his eyes watering.

"I didn't want to be the one to do this…" Joker whispers. "We….you and I Bat…we had a good run. All good things must come to an end eventually," He pulled out his gun, aiming for Bruce. "Why do you want to die?" Joker asked curiously.

Bruce stared into his eyes, his expression brave. "Unlike you, I have no reason to live. I….became you…and I don't want to be that monster,"

Joker just hummed. Joker cocked the chamber, finger on the trigger. "Tell your mother and father I said hello…." Bruce's eyes widen, dark green eyes being the last thing he would see. "It was you?!"

Bella jumped at the sound, tightly closing her eyes as Bruce Wayne's body thudded to the ground.

AN: So….

I know this probably wasn't the turn you were expecting, but I tend to do the unexpected right? I'll try to have the last chapter up by tomorrow or Wednesday…

I would have liked to put a trigger warning, but I also didn't want to give anything away…so I'm hoping everyone is okay.

Be on the look out for a part 2 of sorts to Lost-One Shot and I'll be putting out a One-Shot in a Bruce Banner and Bella Swan pairing…

Once again, really nervous here so…bye! (Hides under covers)