Second chapter... What can I say? I don't know if you really want that fic to continue, but you're stuck with me anyway. Read it, and then, plese, hit that button that says 'review' on it. It won't hurt... (At least it won't hurt you. As for me, it depends on the kind of critisism I'm going to get... Feel free to hurt me though. God(s), I must be a macho...)

I know I'm forgetting something, but I just can't put my finger on it... Oh, well, on with the story...

WOULD YOU DIE TONIGHT FOR LOVE

Chapter2

Thoughts

What can be said when darkness falls over a men's heart? Who knows in what depths of our soulsour actions take form? Who can predict the way one might act when he knows a loved one is in danger?

His heart was aching as he was making his way though his cave, gently carying her blood-covered form to the infirmary. He carefully set her on the medical table, and examined her wounds. The wounds that were covering the body he was once touching, the body he was so well-aquainted with.

She was dying, and she was dying because of him. God, he shouldn't have revealed his identity to her. His error has put her into great danger, and she was now paying the price of his foulishness. He knew this was going to happen eventually. Batman's 'fling' with Catwoman was no secret among both communities- the Rogues and the Crimefighters alike actually thought it was common knowledge.

What if he was too late? What if she didn't make it eventually?

He dabbed a bandage with anti-septic to one of her wounds.

...No, she had to make it. She had to be strong and fight her way throught the darkness of Death. He needed her. She couldn't leave him like that, she couldn't give up. She had promised him to never give up. She was his light, she was always there to brighten his nights. When he thought all hope was gone, she, as if from intuition, would come for him, taunt him, show him that things aren't just black and white. There's always a shade of grey, the shade of grey that, eventually, defines all the actions people do. She taught him that there's always dark in the light, but, more importantly, that light is never absent in the dark. Well, she was exactly that light for him. She was the one thing keeping him sane in that life of madness.

And now, she was in danger. That damn Joker had nearly killed her in order to learn his secret. The so well-preserved secret of his identity. She was protecting him. After all that he had done to her, she was protecting him. She was willing to give her life to save him. Sacrifise herself for him. But also, more importantly, she was willing to kill for his sake. Either way, she was dying. Catwoman never killed. She stole, yes, but she never killed. That was one of the things that made her different. Her morals. And she was willing to give them up, after so many years in crime, for his sake.

He was finished. He had done his best to save her. He was an exsellent doctor, his knowledge in medicine sertainly surpased that of the doctors' in the hospital. In his line of work, actually, that kind of knowledge was more than necessairy.

...But what if it wasn't enough?

He quieted that voice incide of his head. She was going to be alright. She was strong. For his sake, she had to make it. He sat across her and fixed his gaze on her bandaged, still figure.

Absent-mindelly he rubbed his bruised knuckles. At least that bastard got what he deserved. This time, he was going to personally see it so that the Joker would end up in Blackgate Prison after all, instead of that Arkham Asylum. Yes, he was definatelly insane, but he was too dangerous to continue getting away so lightly with his crimes. And this time... This time he had definately crossed the line. And he was going down. Hard.

Still, the fight she was giving when he came at her rescue... The mere thought of it filled his chest with pride. She took on all of Joker's henchmen, all of his tricks, and she was all alone, looking like a wild cat trying to protect her babies. Just for him. His wonderful woman.

A sudden movement caught his attention. She stirred slightly, groaning with pain. But then, she went still once more, almost not breathing. From now on, only time would tell...

See? I knew I was forgetting something! Why didn't you tell me that I forgot to wright that famous frase that all fanfiction wrighters dread? NOT MINE!