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Bruce stood patiently by where his goddaughter slept as Lucius Fox sat on the bed beside her, taking a sample of her blood. Ever since Sarah found out the truth early that morning, Bruce had been worried. The moment she had finally closed her eyes, Sarah had been making noises in her sleep, tossing and turning as if she were having a nightmare. Worried for her health, Bruce immediately called Fox, negatively anxious that the antidote to Crane's fear toxin was not the proper dosage for the second time.

Fortunately, Fox only diagnosed a severe case of fever dreams, due to lack of proper sleep and nutrition. After giving her a sedative, Sarah seemed to calm down, but Bruce could see that the emotion was still there. Her forehead was still in a crease, indicating her uneasy rest. He stepped forward a bit, anxious to hear the results.

"Is she going to to be all right?" he asked.

Lucius gave a reassuring smile to his employer.

"A few hours more rest and she'll be fine," he said as he finished taking the blood sample. "But I'll go ahead and check for any negative effects in her blood, just in case,"

"When do you think she'll wake up?" Bruce wondered.

"...Well, that depends on her. But I would say somewhere around this afternoon at the latest. If anything happens, call me,"

Bruce nodded, understanding the instructions given to him, and gave a small smile to Lucius Fox.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wayne," Fox stood up. "Just make sure she eats something when she wakes up,"

Bruce nodded again as Fox patter his employer's shoulder in comfort before leaving the room, and stayed behind. Standing still by the bed with hands in his pockets, he watched his late friend's daughter in her sleeping state, quietly hoping that she would wake up in the next few minutes or so. However, Bruce knew Sarah had barely over 2 hours of good sleep in the past 3 days, so he put the thought out of his goddaughter waking up anytime soon out of his mind.

She stirred a bit, making Bruce's heart skip a beat, but he quickly realized that it was only a move of discomfort due to the twinges of pain she received once in a while.

It had been so quiet in the Wayne Penthouse that hardly anyone spoke. When Alfred was on his way to ask his master about Sarah's well-being and her state of condition, he was astonished to find Bruce early that morning holding his sleeping goddaughter in his arms. It was in that moment when Alfred took notice of Bruce still being in his Batman suit and cape, and realized that Sarah knew the truth. And not by being told...But by discovery.

Alfred didn't think it was the best time to scold his young Master Bruce about being warned of this day happening. Somehow, he could tell the from the moment Bruce decided to become Batman, the mere coming of the day when Sarah would learn of his alter-ego had been a haunting and constant warning. Over the past few weeks, Alfred could tell from his masters expressions and tones of voice that he was debating in his mind of confessing to his goddaughter.

Knowing the truth or being ignorant of it is a double-edged sword: You can either embrace it and live in fear and danger because you know it, or, perhaps, you can shun it, but you will still live in fear and danger because you don't know the truth.

Nobody is safe or in danger of the truth. It may be hard to understand that phrase, but if you think about it long enough, it's true. You can use the truth to your advantage in all situations: Tell someone about it, make it a lie, use it as a symbol of your morals, do anything with it.

But the consequences that come from the many different choices on how you handle the truth will be judged on the intention of your heart.

"Bruce..."

A worried, but melodic, voice broke Bruce out of his trance, making him turn around to find Rachel standing in the doorway with a wrapped gift in her hands. Cautiously, Rachel walked into the room, her eyes locked onto where Sarah rested.

"How is she?" she asked quietly.

"She's resting," Bruce replied in the same tone.

Nodding, Rachel stood beside her friend, still looking at Sarah lying in bed asleep. For a while, neither of them spoke. Nothing but the sound of soft breathing in a steady rhythm was heard in the room. Or the whole penthouse for that matter.

"...Does she know?" Rachel asked in a soft voice.

"...Yeah," Bruce whispered. "...She knows..."

Rachel nodded to herself, understanding the tone in Bruce's voice. She was quietly putting the pieces of the puzzle in her head on how Sarah figured out the secret of Batman's true identity as Bruce Wayne. Whatever or however it ended, it was not a very subtle discovery. She decided that since it was going to be a silent, tormenting visit pretty soon, Rachel spoke again, hoping the awkward silence would die away.

"How did she take it?" she asked Bruce softly.

The reaction Bruce sent in response to Rachel's question was a variety of emotions: Stress, uncertainty, frustration, anger, worry, and many others. He sat himself down on the chair beside the bed, trying to find a proper place to begin his side of the story on how Batman's secret identity was revealed to his goddaughter.

"I swear Rachel," he explained, his voice half whispered, and half shocked. "I never meant to scare her. Out of all the ways she had to find out who Batman was, Sarah found out in the worse possible way,"

"She was scared?" Rachel asked, concerned.

Before he answered, Bruce glanced up to the bed, a small part of him hoping that Sarah would wake up earlier than expected to save him from explaining the previous night's events.

But the fluttering of sleepy, light blue eyes would not happen. At least not for a while. So Bruce went on.

"...It almost looked like she would scream," he continued. "Her face looked exactly like it did when I saved her from Falcone's men at the docks. She just kept staring at me as if I was about to kill her. When I got close to her, she just took off upstairs and tried to keep me out of the room. I got in there, she tries to run again, but I wouldn't let her go...She took one good look at me and started crying when she realized that I was both Batman and Bruce Wayne and that she didn't see it all this time. After I had gotten her to go to sleep, she gets sick, as if things couldn't get any worse. Lucius Fox was just here a few minutes ago. He says she's just dealing with fever dreams from sleep deprivation and malnutrition...She's not going to wake up for a few more hours, though,"

"Let her rest, Bruce," Rachel advised. "She deserves it after what's happened to her these past few weeks,"

With an exhaled breath of worry, Bruce nodded as Rachel straightened herself up, setting the wrapped gift on the bedside table, then bent over where Sarah rested on the bed, and planted a small, motherly kiss on the young girl's feverish forehead. Standing up straight as she still stared at her late friend's daughter, Rachel couldn't help but sadly smile. She looked at Bruce

"She looks so much like Jenny, doesn't she?" she asked, almost giggling.

For the first time in a long while, Bruce smiled a little.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I almost thought it was her when I first saw her on the flight back home,"

Rachel chuckled more and sighed when the small, happy moment was over.

"Listen, um," she started, digging into her pocket. "Last night, when Sergeant Gordon took some men to search Edgar's mansion for any evidence, the found some things in the attic that belonged to Luke and Jennifer...Gordon thinks Sarah found it a few nights earlier because the lock on the door didn't look like it was opened by a key. Neither did the doors on hers and Josh's rooms. Anyway, um, their things are in storage now until Sarah takes it at 18, except...There was something in one of the boxes for you, Bruce,"

As Bruce grew confused as to why that was, Rachel pulled out an old envelope that had his name addressed to him on the front...

...Written in handwriting he knew too well.

"Jenny had something for me in there?" he asked, taking the letter as Rachel handed it to him.

Rachel nodded solemnly as Bruce carefully opened the envelope. It looked like an old letter, by how easily the seal broke. Slowly, he took out a neatly folded, 2-paged letter with equally neat handwriting. Settling into a pensive mood, Bruce quietly read the letter to himself:

Dear Bruce--

I know it has only been months since you were declared dead and that writing this letter to you is useless and won't heal my broken, mourning heart. But I felt a strange feeling in my gut to write this letter to you, telling you everything that has been on my mind for a long time. This letter would've been given to you immediately after whatever fatal happened to Luke and I, explaining to you why I chose you to be Sarah's godfather. I actually should have written it before she was even born so you would be able to get it if you were still here.

The reason I'm writing this is because since you were declared dead, I go through each day thinking of all the times we spent together as kids, and as we grew up. I remember when you, Alfred, and Rachel came to see me in the hospital a few days after Sarah was born. While Alfred and Rachel couldn't get enough of how beautiful she looked, I could not help but notice you standing as far away as possible from the hospital bed. At first you look like you were disappointed that it wasn't a boy as you had so desperately hoped, but when I looked closer, I saw a sad smile on your face. I had actually decided a month before Sarah's birth for you to be the godfather, but I never really took the time to think about why you would be my first pick.

I admit you looked confused too, when I asked you that same day. I practically made you hold her in your arms, and you neber looked so awkward before. The look on your face was priceless! I could definelty imagine Rachel and Alfred eavesdropping on that certain conversation.

In fact I think they were.

Bruce smirked a little. Of course Jennifer would know. She always knew when something was up.

Anyway, I thought that I should explain to you the reasons other than the obvious ones (Love her, care for her, spoil her rotten, etc.) why I thought you were a good choice.

Do you remember when we were kids and we were fooling around in the garden when we weren't supposed to? Rachel found that arrowhead and wouldn't let us see it, until you grabbed it from her and hid on top of that old well. When it collapsed and you fell, I had never been so scared in my entire life. I still remember when I looked down at you from where Rachel and I stood how far away down you were. I practically screamed at Rachel to go get your father and Alfred while I stayed with you. "Frantic" cannot even describe how I felt while I was waiting.

When those bats shot out of the well and I realized that you were still there, only now you were screaming in terror, I almost passed out for fear of you being attacked.

Your father was a great man, and I miss him terribly. It was a good thing he was there to catch me from behind when I almost collapsed. I remember him setting me on the ground, telling me to take deep breaths and that everything was going to be all right. But I still felt like I couldn't move. In fact, I didn't even want to until I knew you were all right. I don't remember much after that other than waking up to find your father wrapping a blanket around me and carrying me inside Wayne Manor, telling me that you were all right. He said something that i always took to heart and always will. He said:

"Why do we fall Jennifer? So we can learn to pick ourselves up".

I was devastated when your parents were murdered. That was the day when I realized that our childhood innocence was over and that it was time to grow up. I woke up that night thinking something bad had happened and when I was coming downstairs to get a drink of water, that's when i realized i was right. My mother and father were standing in front of the television watching the breaking news footage and when I saw you at the police station holding your father's coat, I ran back to my room crying.

The day of the funeral, I had gone up to your room to say how sorry I was for the loss. You had been very quiet since the night of the murder and I had hoped that if you knew had a friend that would always be there for you, you would speak. But as I heard you crying to Alfred about how your parents death was your fault, I had my first grown-up thought: There would be nothing I could do in my power to make you fully happy again:

But like Alfred said:

"It was nothing that you did".

Over the years that went by since that day, you, Rachel, and I still stayed together like glue. The only time I could think of us being apart was me going to a boarding school in Metropolis when I was 17 for the second semester of junior year. However, I knew somewhere inside me that that bat incident and the loss of your parents had changed you somehow. For better or for worse will be a mystery that I feel I will not be around to solve.

Bruce I know that you had a gun in your coat pocket the day Joe Chill was murdered.

Bruce's heart almost stopped at this sentence. How could Jennifer know about the gun? She wasn't anywhere near his coat the day...Wait a minute...

Rachel and I had been catching up on some things in your kitchen, seeing as how it had been a long time since we have seen each other. You came in and I felt like the whole gang was complete again. But while Rachel was trying to convince you to not come to Chill's parole hearing, I had reached for me coat, but accidentally grabbed yours, seeing as how our coats were in the same color. At first , I didn't think anything of it, but then I felt the bulk of the holster as well as the trigger. After 5 or 6 years at the time of carrying a gun around as part of my job as a detective, I knew what a gun looked like, felt like, or when a person would be hiding a gun. You were hiding your gun in your outside pocket on the right hand side, I believe, if I remember correctly.

The reason I didn't tell you or anyone else about what I knew was because I didn't know exactly if I what I thought you were going to do would be trie. And it wasn't. Luke arrested the woman who had shot Joe Chill at the courthouse himself. He later told me what he saw and testified in court a week later. Besides, while everyone else was trying to pull themselves together, you found Sarah when I couldn't. I remember how she looked too. She looked calm, and if she had been crying, whatever you did, you got her to stop.

The last time I ever saw you was when you and Rachel were leaving to take Sarah home so that Luke and I could finish up some paperwork.

I still smile and laugh a bit when I remember how sleepy and exhausted Sarah was. Her little arms were wrapped around your neck and her head was buried in your shoulder, I don't even think she was awake at all when Rachel made you carry her out to her car.

If I had known that it was going to be the last time I ever saw you, I would have taken a picture.

But when breaks me heart more is what Rachel told me that night.

She never told me anything about the gun, but I suspected that she knew a little bit. She did, however, tell me that when she was driving away from wherever she dropped you off, Sarah was on her knees in the backseat looking out the rear window at you.

Turns out she had been awake for a good part of the car ride considering she asked what the Narrows was and why she couldn't live there. Whatever you guys were doing talking about Sarah and the Narrows, I'll never know. But, my daughter, out of all of us, was the last one to see you and I don't even think she remembers it. It still makes me cry when I still hear Rachel's voice in my head saying that Sarah asked if you were coming back or not.

Bruce, I know you're out there. I know that you're still alive. There's something in my gut that makes me positive about it. You're out there somewhere, and if you were dead, I would definitely know.

Wishing you were here.

Your friend,

Jenny.

After he had finished reading the letter, Bruce finally looked up and back at Jennifer's daughter in the bed. Rachel had left in the middle of the letter thinking it would be a good time to leave him alone with his thoughts.

Bruce sighed and held his heads in hims hands before burying his arms on the bed, making it look like he was sleeping. If he had known what Jennifer was thinking as she watched him make the choices that led him to this point in life, maybe things would have been a little different.

Would he still have been gone for seven years?

Would Luke and Jennifer still be alive?

Would he still have become Batman?

Would he and Rachel have a life together?

Would Sarah still be an orphan?

Before he allowed himself to explore anymore possible scenarios based on the decisions he had or would have made, Bruce fell asleep for the first time in 20 hours, his head still on the edge of the bed, still covered by his arms as a substitute pillow, and still sitting in the chair by his goddaughter's side.

(A/N: I apologize for this short entry and the small delay. Hopefully, the next one will be up soon. My plan is to finish this before September. Review please! Oh! Also, if you do review, please put down what you would like to see happen in the sequal, to help me spark up some ideas. I saw the movie at a midnight showing, which was freakin' packed, and the whole plot seemed so intense that there was just too many ideas for "The Dark Knight's Companion" plot. The only thing I know for sure is that Sarah's only going to be a year older. She'll be having her 13th birthday in the story. Other than that, I need some back-up. Hopefully, you enjoyed this chapter and had a little more insight on Luke and Jennifer Chante.)