"Dark Knight?" James repeats looking at me questioningly.
I nod, "One who will help us even when we don't know or don't appreciate it because it's the right thing to do."
I can tell my son doesn't completely understand, but I hope he will some day.
I hold him close to my side as the dogs charge past us in pursuit of one of the few allies Gotham still has left.
"Sir!" A uniformed officer appears by my side, "Sir what happened?"
"The Batman," I say through the tightness in my throat, "He took Dent from the hospital, brought him here. My family too. He said the police couldn't be trusted, that we were incompetent. I tried to reason with him, Dent too, but he insisted he was the only one who could save Gotham. There was a struggle. Dent got caught in the middle. He feel from the second floor, and the Batman fled."
"The Batman? Sir are you certain?" he asks.
I give him withering look. He backs off. He's a rookie. He won't push it too much with the police commissioner. It's a good thing too because I don't want to have to tell that story any more than I absolutely have to tonight.
"Jim!" Barbara cries as two more officers escort her down the steps. She rushes to me, engulfing both James and myself in a desperate embrace. I hold them tightly, revealing in Barbara's tears dripping onto my shoulder and Bebe's arms tightly around my neck. They're real and alive.
"Sir!" an officer's startled voice forces me to pull away. She's kneeling next to where Harvey Dent fell, looking at me with wide eyes.
"I have a pulse," she reports.
"What?" I demand.
"He has a pulse," she repeats.
"Breathing?"
She leans her ear down next to his face, "Very faint."
"Get an ambulance in here! Quickly!" I order. No relaxing yet.
I give Barbara a look as way of apology. She nods sadly, pulling James and Bebe to her.
I think briefly about how lucky I am to have her, but at the moment Gotham needs Commissioner Gordon.