When I awoke in the morning, it didn't take long for the events of last night to flood back to me. I put my hand to my aching head and felt like I was having a massive hangover. Not that I've ever had one before.

There was a knock on the Manor door. I went to go answer it and saw that it was Blake. I must've looked terrible, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

"I'm looking for Bruce," he said. "Is he here?"

I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair. "No, he isn't. He was…taken."

"By who?"

"Who do you think?"

He left right after I said that and I went back inside. I didn't have much of an appetite, but I knew I needed to eat something. So I forced myself to eat a sandwich.

I went into a state of depression that made my attitude during my four year hiatus look like nothing. I couldn't find the energy to do anything, or see anyone, or anything. I stayed curled up in bed for most of the day as my mind kept going back to that night. It was terrible, and I was mad at myself for letting this happen. I mean, I knew that Bruce was supposed to get taken away to the pit. So why was I acting so depressed all the time? I guess it was because it was so very real to me and I had just gotten back only a couple weeks ago. And by the time he escaped from the pit, we'd only see each other for a couple days before I left again and couldn't come back.

But even still I had known all that when I came here. So why was I acting like this? Thinking about all that made me feel guilty which just made my state worse.

All I could think about was Bruce laying there in that horrid pit, broken and bloodied and in pain. I had no idea how long it would be before his back was fixed, but it had to have been at least a couple months judging by the facial hair he grew after his vertebra got pushed back in, a scene that made me cringe every time. Why couldn't this movie be more specific about how much time passed?

Blake ended up stopping by in the middle of all that.

"How are you?" he asked gently.

"Honestly?" I said as we sat down on a couple of the couches. "I'm a wreck."

"If it makes you feel any better, we have Selina Kyle in custody."

What did it matter? She wouldn't stay there.

"We've both just lost so much," I said quietly, feeling tears coming to my eyes. I had lost all willpower to not cry in front of anyone. I had never felt so vulnerable and weak in my entire life.

"Do you think he's dead?"

"If he's not, he probably wishes he was." The sound of his back breaking came back to me once more and I had to force down the vomit rising in my throat.

"If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here." He handed me a card with his number on it.

I nodded, but couldn't say anything. Blake left me alone once more. I rubbed my hands over my face and tried to shake myself out of this state.

It didn't work.

I hurt my brain over the course of the next few days trying to figure out the timeline of everything that was going to happen. And I was still trying to cope with the fact that Bruce was stuck in a pit with his back broken.

I was making myself some food in the kitchen (I had been forcing myself to eat even though I hadn't had any appetite since that night with Bane) when I felt and heard several explosions. So it was finally time for the bomb to be activated. Thanks a lot, Miranda/Talia.

Bruce's power may have been shut off, and yes I did live without the power as best I could, but with a little finagling with the wires, I managed to get power down in the Batcave.

I hadn't been down here since Bruce had been taken. It just hurt me way too much. Especially seeing the empty place where he usually kept his Batsuit. But I knew this was important, so I sucked it up, and went over to his computers.

I pulled up news coverage that was supposed to be of the Gotham football game. Bane was on the field with a dead Pavel. Thank goodness I had missed that. If I heard another body part crack, I would throw up.

"For one of you holds the detonator!" Bane yelled. "Now, we come here not as conquerors, but as liberators to return control of this city to the people. And at the first sign of interference from the outside world or from those people attempting to flee, this anonymous Gothamite, this unsung hero, will trigger the bomb. For now, martial law is in effect. Return to your homes, hold your families close, and wait. Tomorrow, you claim what is rightfully yours."

As I watched the unfolding newscast, I was filled with more and more despair. I could only picture Bruce watching all this, his face contorted with sadness as he watched the fall of his beloved city. The President showed up on a special conference addressing this whole problem Bane and Miranda/Talia had presented the city with.

That gave me an idea. I had to figure out which channel Bruce was watching. I flipped through all the news channels until I found the one that had the same exact screen I knew Bruce was seeing.

I then looked up where the station was based and immediately drove out to the station's headquarters. Thanks to Bruce's status and technology, I was able to gain access throughout the building until I got to where they were filming the newscast Bruce was currently watching. I was going to get in so much trouble for this. But tomorrow, Bane would completely take over Gotham and release all its prisoners. And I had a feeling he would be looking for me. It was now or never.

I went up the news anchor who was filming this all live.

"Excuse me," she said quietly. "What are you doing?"

"I have to say something extremely important," I begged. "Please."

She motioned for a few security guards to come take me away, so I looked into the camera and said what I had come to say.

"I know you can hear me, I know you're watching. Please don't lose hope. Just stay strong. Don't give up. Keep fighting." I took a deep breath and then I finally said it. "I love you." I had just announced on live television that I loved Bruce Wayne. Sure I didn't say his name, but I'm sure the majority of people who were watching could piece it together. "Please keep fighting. For me." The security guards grabbed my arms and began pulling me away from the cameras. "I love you!" I tossed to the cameras before I was completely out of their line of sight. As the security guards threw me out onto the street, I just hoped with all I had that Bruce had seen that, or else it all will have been for nothing.

Bruce lied on the cot down in the horrible pit Bane had brought him to, watching the TV with despair. As if he wasn't in enough agony. He couldn't move a muscle without sending a massive wave of pain throughout his entire body.

Alfred had been right. He couldn't take on Bane. And now he had left his city to fend for itself while he was who-knows-where with little chance of escape.

The President left the screen and it went back to the regular news. It took a few minutes before he saw…her.

"Kris?" he mumbled.

She looked out at the cameras. "I know you can hear me, I know you're watching." She had to be speaking to him. But how did she possibly know he was watching this? How did she even know he was alive? "Please don't lose hope. Just stay strong. Don't give up. Keep fighting." He watched her take a deep breath and then she said the last thing he expected her to say. "I love you."

Bruce's heart nearly stopped. She said those words. The words neither of them had dared say to the other. And now he might never get the chance to say them back to her.

"Please keep fighting. For me." Some security guards came and grabbed her and began to haul her away.

"No," Bruce said to the TV.

"I love you!" she called before she was taken from the screen.

"No!" He didn't want her to leave. For that brief moment, he was able to see her again. The woman he had feelings for. The woman he had pushed away but who didn't let him go. The woman who saw past what the public saw. The woman he loved.

Another wave of pain coursed through him. He began to see black dots cross his vision and he soon passed out.

When he awoke again, he looked towards the TV, wishing Kris was back so he could see her beautiful face again. She wasn't there.

Her words came back to him. She said she loved him. On TV for all to hear. He had to get back to Gotham. Back to her. She wanted him to fight. She didn't want him to give up.

With those thoughts, he forced himself to the floor.

As I left the news station, I took my time walking back to Bruce's car. What if he didn't see it? What if he had been unconscious? What if I had the wrong station?

I remembered how during The Dark Knight, I was going to wait for Bruce to say "I love you" to me in case he didn't feel the same if I said it to him. But maybe if he knew that I really loved him, he could find that confidence and strength that he so direly needed to get out of the pit.

I slowly stopped walking and crossed my arms over my chest. I knew Bruce was coming back. I knew he would make the jump three times before he finally succeeded. I knew he would get back to Gotham.

For the first time in probably two weeks, I felt my depression leave me. And it was replaced with overwhelming anger.

They say "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". Those words could not have been more true in that instant. I was on a warpath.

Bane took Bruce from me after I hadn't seen him for four years, eight for him. And I could not have been more furious.

Time to get out of my little pity party. No more Miss Nice Girl.

I had roughly four and a half months before Bruce came back if I was correct about the movie's timing. And I was going to use that time as much as I could and prepare for his eventual return. I knew he was alive, and I knew he was going to come back to me. So I was going to give him something to come back to.

So there you have it. Kris has told Bruce that she loves him, and Bruce has realized that he loves her back.