A/N: Thanks again for the review rhummy! I don't own anything except Chelsea and Danny!

Chelsea jumped into her car shaking all over ready to drive to Gotham General Hospital. How badly injured was he? If he lives this was it, he can't do this anymore, she can't do this anymore. What he did to her tonight was pushed slightly to the back of her mind as she wondered whether he would live or die, it was hard making these decisions when she didn't know either way but she knew that from now on she was going to have to look after herself, and that meant trying to get out of this mob mess. She thought she would stay in Gotham for the next week and a half and then sneak out of town just before her two weeks were up. She'd have to change her name, maybe even leave the country. She started to cry again more for herself than Danny this time.

Twenty minutes later she was walking into the front doors of the hospital. She was directed to the second floor. "I'm Chelsea Edwards, I'm here to see Danny McClain" she said quickly. A lady walked forward

"Hi Chelsea, my name is Sarah, I spoke with you earlier on the phone. Please come this way". She directed her to a small room between two patient rooms, after ushering her to a seat she shut the door. Chelsea didn't know what to expect. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this but there was an explosion downtown. Your friend Danny was caught up in it. He is alive but has a fair deal of burns on his arms and chest" she paused to let Chelsea take the information in. "He was in a warehouse in downtown Gotham that had been manipulated. A few of the pipes in the building were rigged into one big pipe bomb".

"Oh my God" was all she could say. Who would do this? She needed to know which of the mob gangs were there. This must have been infighting. But everyone was there in the meeting, did they plan this beforehand? But why would they organise a big plan when all they had to do was shoot him at the meeting he had just been in, or even as he left. "Please, I need to see him".

She prepared herself as best she could as she was directed into the room. No matter what he had done to her tonight it tore at her to see him like this. They had dated for six years and she knew this would be one of the last times she would see him before she left town. He was unconscious, one broken arm, one broken leg, 6 broken ribs and a head injury. Then there were the burns. She couldn't see them but could see how the bandages were thick over his arms and chest. Chelsea sat on the chair on the right hand side of the bed opposite the door and cried. An hour passed and Chelsea stared at the clock, not seeing it. She was beginning to plan out how she can try and get out of the mess Danny had left her in. Seeing movement she looked down towards the door. Standing there was a man in his late 40's with dark hair starting to grey. He sported a moustache. "Hi there, you must be Chelsea. I've just been speaking with the nurse. I'm Commissioner Gordon" he walked over to the bed. "I'm sorry to hear about what happened to your boyfriend. Do you know why he was there?"

"He's a plumber" she had thought of the alibi as she sat there earlier "Must have been working on the pipes". They looked at each other and she hoped he had bought her story. But something wasn't right, frowning she looked up. "Is it general practice for the commissioner to go and see if the victims of a crime are alright after a small explosion?" This seemed a bit strange. He must know about Danny, she thought, otherwise why would the top dog be standing there asking questions about her boyfriend? She decided then and there to protect Danny for her own sake; she didn't need to be arrested.

"I'm here as I have a, let's call it 'special interest' in the mobs. The names, and occupations of the victims are not going to be released any time soon". Chelsea looked at him in mock shock

"You think the mobs did this to Danny?" she grabbed her partners hand and looked at his face brow furrowed.

"Yes, I think a mob did this to your boyfriend" he said offhandedly flicking through his notepad. He bought my story, she thought, but before she could celebrate "in retaliation to the gang that he was assisting that night". He placed the notebook on the bed sighing. Chelsea spoke up calmly "You must be mistaken, Commissioner, to the best of my knowledge my boyfriend does not belong to a gang, or a mob". Technically it was true, he swung around between all of them. "He must have been in the wrong place at the wrong time".

"Hrm" the commissioner said "I guess we'll see when he wakes up". Chelsea stood up "There will be a police officer placed at your boyfriends door as we need to get a statement as soon as he wakes up. And, if the people that did this are the people I'm thinking of, I think Danny here would be happy for the extra protection. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Edwards" and he swept from the room before she could say anything.

Getting home that night Chelsea thought everything through. She found out that the police weren't releasing exactly what happened until they had more evidence. She also found out that the Batman had showed up just after the explosion to help the police.

Bruce Wayne's charity event was the next night and Chelsea hadn't even begun preparing for it. She scanned through her wardrobe thinking of something formal enough to wear. The only floor length dress she had was from a colour themed cocktail party she went to sometime last year. She grabbed it off the shelf and raised it to her body. Perfect, she though. Tomorrow night after the party she would not think her choice of a purple silk dress was perfect, in fact she would be regretting it very much.

A/N: So, why would a purple dress be a problem? Does that mean there will be someone else at the party that happens to wear purple too?