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"Edward…. I'm sorry, but I can't."

He stared down at her for a moment, his face blank and body rigid, before he sighed. Letting go, he got up and walked out of the room, leaving her there all alone, "Edward?"

She found him in his office, searching his desk for something; finally, he pulled out a clear vile, filled with a soft blue crystal like liquid. He wordlessly handed it to her, watching her reaction carefully as she studied it, "What is it?"

"A sedative," he replied monotone, "I can't risk you telling the police where I am, therefore if you want to leave, I have to sedate you."

"How do I know it isn't poison?" she finally asked, taking it from him while weighing it in her hand; when she asked her question, a small, bitter smirk made its way to his face.

"Do you not trust me?"

She sighed slightly and pulled off the lid, taking the sedative like you would a shot. For a moment or two, nothing happened, before Emily collapsed while Edward made no move to catch her.

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When Emily woke up, she nearly cried of relief; she hadn't though the drug was really a sedative, she was honestly expecting she was going to die.

She was in a white hospital room, the beeping of the monitor on her left breaking the dead silence that enveloped the room. To her right sat Jim Gordon, passed out in an uncomfortable looking chair.

"Mr. Gordon," Emily croaked, shaking the man slightly, "Gordon!"

"What-" he jumped slightly and adjusted his glasses, "Oh, Miss Emily, youre awake. That's a reliefe; when we found you outide the station we feared the worst."

"You found me outside the police station?" Emily questioned.

"Yes," He scooted forward in his seat, "Now, Emily, I need to ask you some questions." Well, that was to be expected. Naturally he inquired what exactly happened with the Riddler, and what he did to her; he looked a tad crestfallen when she sadly told him she had no idea where he was, and told him honestly how he let her go.

She conveniently left out the parts where she had ensued a romantic relationship with him and the fact that she had slept with him a few times.

XXX 2 YEARS LATER XXX

The phrase "Calm Before the Storm" had never applied to a Gotham day more then it had this day; and Emily wasn't sure why. Everything seemed alright, which is why she was so frightened; Gotham was never this calm, this relaxed.

After she had been deemed mentally stable after her time kept with Edward, she was allowed to pursue her past life. Although, it wasn't that hard to convince them she was alright; she didn't allow them to see any signs of Stockholm, and spoke of Edward in a cruel and unforgiving light.

She had yet to see him, in person, since he let her go; it was damn near inevitable though to not see him on a newspapers or television screen.

Strangely enough, though, there hadn't been any recent attacks from the Riddler; he wasn't in Arkham, having escaped last month, and hadn't surfaced since. It didn't bother Emily much; she knew he must be planning something. It didn't concern her either, until of course, the Batman showed up on her balcony.

"Emily," he greeted, "We need to talk."

"Oh?" She sat down the jar of Nutella she had been previously holding, along with her spoon, and stepped out on the balcony, hugging her blanket tighter around her shoulders.

"The Riddler has been strangely quiet the past month, do you know why?"

"Oh please, Batman," Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes and leaning against the railing, "I haven't come into contact with Edward since he let me go; how would I know where he is or what he's up to?"

"Because he was quiet around this time last year, exactly this time last year," Batman moved a little closer to the shadows when a car honked on the ground, four stories below them, "And this time two years ago, he let you go."

"So?"

"So you are connected," he accused softly, "Whether you believe it or not. If you hear anything, Emily, please contact me through Gordon."

"No problem, Batman." Emily drawled, walking back inside and leaving him to his own devices. She sat on her couch with her Nutella and watched the television for a few hours.

"Stupid bat," she mumbled finally, standing up and putting away her Nutella, "Why would it involve me? I am done with Edward, and he is done with me, and that is that! So what if every year he goes on a slight hiatus during the time he let me go; so what if I have yet to face any muggers or robbers since being associated with him? It doesn't mean he is possible looking out for me, or that he might….. possibly… still care for me…."

She paused when she reached her bedroom, hesitating in the door frame; what if he still cared?

Hypothetically, he might. After all, he gave her a choice; and he stayed true to his word, stayed far away from her.

"God fucking damn bastard." She finally hissed, turning around and walking to her front door, "Damn him, damn the Batman, damn this town and every wretched soul in it; damn them all."

XXX

It wasn't hard to find his apartment; the one he kept her at last during their time together in Gotham. He might of underestimated just how much time she would spend looking out the windows; seeing land marks and street names.

Within an agonizingly long hour, she had found it, looking up at the window she so often had sat at, and looked out from.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the apartment building, climbing the old carpeted stairs quietly to what she prayed was the right apartment. She knocked on the door softly, but firmly; hoping not to wake any of the other inhabitants.

After a few moments, she knocked again, a little louder this time. A muffled thump and curse met her ears and she stepped back as the door swung open revealing a tired, disheveled Edward.

Neither spoke for the first couple minutes, merely observing one another with a bitter silence, before Emily broke it, "Edward…." She reached forward and cupped his cheek, frowning, "What happened?"

"…" His lips tugged into a frown to match her own, his eyes glossed over slightly while he placed his hands on her hips, "You left."

"Oh, Edward," she whimpered, not hesitating to move forward and hug him; he gripped her tightly, like a life line, and pulled her into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her.

She loved him, god she loved him; still. Perhaps the only reason she hadn't broken down was because she convinced that it was best for her to be without him. She drowned her loneliness in Nutella and Vodka; she hadn't allowed herself to become close to anyone else.

"God Emily," he picked her up bridal style and moved her towards her room; she had noticed the empty bottles of alcohol sitting in the living room, but decided not to comment. He set her down gently on the bed, crawling in after her and hugging her tightly to him.

He didn't seem to have anything beyond holding him on her mind, and he showed it with his soft kisses to her neck.

"I love you," he mumbled, "Please, Emily, please don't leave me again."

"Never," she promised, "I will always stay."

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And that is a wrap, people!

First of all, I would love to thank all my faithful readers who have followed this story, whether you be from the first chapter or the last.

Second of all, I would like to let you know there might be possible sequel, but I am not sure yet. So don't unfollow this story, because if there is another, I will make sure to announce it here first.

Well people, did you really think I wouldn't let them be together in the end? Nah, I am afraid I don't have the heart for it.

So, for the final time on this story, I love you guys, and I hope to see you again!

-Sketch1997