As John stared out the window of his home, he was remembering their goodbye. John pressed his lips against Jenny's, but it wasn't any good-bye kiss. He kissed her for a long time, kissing her the exact same way he did when they shared their first kiss. As she pulled away, Jenny looked at her long time lover and smiled. "What was that for?" she asked.

"I'm going to miss you," John responded with a smile. "A week's a long time for me."

"It's a long time for me too. But, as soon as I come home, I'll tell you how everything went. And maybe we can conceive our child afterwards." John laughed and kissed his wife good-bye. Little did she know, one thought was going through his mind. I wouldn't count on it. John began to cry.

He jumped up when he heard a knock on the door and raced forwards. As he approached the doorway, he was wiping his tears away, hoping that it was Jenny, begging for John to come with her on the plane. But he knew that it wasn't her. As he opened the door, a potato sack that was an excuse for a mask was thrown into his hands.

John looked up and stared at the tall man who seemed that he could never die. Maybe because he was. The man smiled at John and gave out a little chuckle. As the man handed the somewhat member a suitcase, he said, "It's time for your meeting with Rachel Dawes." John put the mask into the suitcase and raced to his car, trying not to have Henri Ducard see his tears.

It had been five years since the attempt to suffocate Gotham's water supply. Five years since he had last seen Jenny. Tears streamed down John's face. He could feel how betrayed everyone would feel. How everyone must hate him. And they had a right to. They had every right to hate John with a passion.

He looked down at the beautiful five-year-old boy that laid in his bed. He had a bush of dark brown hair, stunning blue eyes, and a beautiful face. All just like his father. He even had the same name as his father. Jonathan Crain.

John brushed his hand over the boys cheek. "You may be a little different when you go to school," he said to his asleep son. "You may not know who your father was. You may not learn who he was until you're twenty! You may think your father got your mother pregnant and married her, but ran away afterwards. You may think your father went to jail and was in for life or the death penalty.

"You may even think that I raped your mother! But, the most important thing is that you know that I always cared about your mother and you. I still love your mother. I made her run from Gotham when I was threatening everyone else in here. Son, we all live in a hell hole. Kids may make fun of you because you never knew your father, but you know what? No family is perfect.

"I used to lay awake at nights, thinking that there would always be the perfect family out there, somewhere. But no family is perfect. Like, my family. My dad died when I was young. My mother said a beautiful angel came from heaven and carried him to heaven before he could suffer. I just want you to know, I love you."

Suddenly, the little boy opened his eyes and stared at the man. "You're my daddy, aren't you?"

"Yes, John. I'm your daddy. I just want you to know, I'll always love you." Suddenly, John jumped out the first floor window. The little boy raced to the window to look for his father. "John?" The little boy turned to see his mother in the doorway. "John, it's late. Why are you up?"

"I saw Daddy," the boy announced.

"I'm sure you did. Now get back in bed."

"I really saw him! He has black hair and blue eyes, like mine, and glasses!"

"John..."

"He said that I might not know who he is. He said that he got you out of this city before you could get hurt. He said he wants us to know that he always loved me and you." Jenny stared at her child and clutched him. She began to cry with her little boy.

Bruce clutched his head into his hands. He knew that he would find someone he knew in this super hero career, but he never thought he would find Jonathan Crain. But, yet again, he probably had the same motive as Bruce, except in a different perspective.

Jonathan Crain's father died because of injustice. He just wanted to make sure that wouldn't happen in Gotham. Of course, John thought that everyone in Gotham was evil. That is, everyone, except for Jenny.

Jenny held her little boy's hand when they saw the body on the street. He had a bullet in his head, but from what evidence seemed, looked like he committed suicide. In his right hand, there was a silver pistol. In his left hand, a hand written note. Jenny squeezed her boy's hand, feeling him move closer to her.

Bruce Wayne and Rachel Dawes were staring at the body as well. "I knew his life was screwed up," Bruce said, "but I didn't think he would kill himself."

"His life was down the drain," Rachel commented. "Why live on when there was nothing to live for?"

Jenny approached the body and took the letter from Lieutenant Gordon. Tears ran down from Jenny's eyes after she read the letter. "Come on John," she told her son. "We'll come for the body later."

"I miss Daddy," the little boy told his mother.

"Me too, John. Me too." As she let the letter fall to the ground, Bruce picked the paper up, reading it to himself.

To whom it may concern,

As you can tell, I am Jonathan Crain. The man who was being chased by the police since that faithful night five years ago. After that night, my crew and I ran away. We scattered around the world, splitting up so the cops wouldn't find us. I, of course, went back to my hometown, Chicago. My father was a cop, so he died, trying to help his city be safe. I went to visit him when I returned to Chicago. As I stared at his grave, I realized, I thought I did this to protect the world. But I realized I actually did it because I was scared of the world being hurt. But there is evil in every city, so in order to keep the world of justice in order, we would have to destroy every city. So I went back to Gotham. I went to see my child. And as I saw him, I realized that this doesn't have to be the life for him. So, I have a message for those people out there I would like to have my last words to.

Bruce Wayne: I know that we weren't exactly the best of friends during school, but you stood up for me when that nerd tried to get me in trouble, I helped you with History, and we hung out sometimes. I know how shocked you may be, this timid kid you knew in high school, become some sort of evil man. So, I am sorry.

Dylan: We were best friends in high school and we remained best friends for a long time. I was upset when you moved to California, but it was a good thing, because you didn't have to go through the suffering thousands of others had to go through. I never got to say goodbye to you.

Mom: I know how disappointed you must be, but do you still love me? A mother always loves her child, so I hope you still love me. Mother, I will always love you. I am with Daddy now, so you don't have to worry. The both of us will be watching you.

Jenny: You are the most important thing to me. I wish that the way I died would be to save you. In a way, it did. But I want you to know, the day you left to see your mother and brother, I knew you would most likely never see each other again. I saw my child last night, I couldn't believe that I left you and that beautiful boy. But I want you to know, I always loved you. I made you leave so you wouldn't get hurt. I love you. I always will. I will be watching over you and little John. I will always love you guys.

Love,

Jonathan Craine