Author's notes: We all change when you think about it. We are all different people all through our lives. But that's okay, we got to move forward. As long as we remember all the people that we used to be. We are not going to forget on line of it, not one day. I swear I won't. I will always remember, when the Doctor was played by Matt Smith.

And now that I have quoted the Eleventh Doctor's last words, I would like to tell you that the my last Doctor Who/Batman-story, Hereafter(name might change) will have Peter Capaldi's Twelfth Doctor. That means he won't be appearing in it for some time in the beginning, but maybe from the middle.

But this last chapter is meant to serve as a bridge between this story and The Dark Knight and The Doctor. There will be two scenes from the Tenth Doctor and two scenes from the Eleventh Doctor. And the last scene is meant to lead to the events of Hereafter. Don't mind the cliffhanger.


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''Aah, the old, familiar places,'' the Joker said attempting to stab the subdued Batman on the ground, but the Dark Knight managed to snatch the knife off and throw it away. ''We probably really should stop this fighting, or we miss the fireworks.''

''There won't be any fireworks!'' Batman growled back.

''And here, we, GO!'' The Joker said waving his hand and looking down to the ferries at the bay from the construction floors of Prewitt building. Any minute now they should have exploded. But nothing happened. Glancing at the clock, the Joker saw that it was past midnight and every one of his hostages would have rather died than committed a murder.

''What were you trying to prove? That deep down everyone is as ugly as you?'' Batman taunted the Joker, who threw his crowbar away. ''You're alone.''

''Can't rely on anyone these days, you gotta do everything yourself, DON'T WE!?'' the Joker spat out pulling out his own detonator. ''It's okay, I came prepared. It's a funny world we live in. Speaking of which, you wanna know how I got these scars?''

"No!'' Batman grunted. ''BUT I KNOW HOW YOU GOT THIS!''

Shooting the spikes of the gauntlet of his glove, Batman managed to distract the Joker that much, that he could throw him of him and get up. The Joker laughed victoriously as he fell down from the Prewitt building, but Batman refused to give the madman the satisfactory. Shooting the Bat-Line from the grabble-gun, Batman managed to catch the Joker from falling and pulled him back up, with the Joker showing displeased.

''Aw, you! You just wouldn't let me go, couldn't you!?'' The Joker chuckled as Batman tied the Bat-Line to hold. ''This is what happens when… an UNSTOPPABLE FORCE meets… an IMMOVABLE… object. You truly are, incorruptible, aren't you? You… won't kill me out of some… misplaced sense… of… self-righteousness. And I won't kill you, because you are just too much fun! I think you and I… were destined to do this forever.''

''YOU'LL BE IN A PADDED CELL FOREVER!'' Batman growled at the Joker angered.

''Maybe we could share one,'' the Joker suggested casually. ''They'll be doubling up the place when its inhabitants are losing their minds.''

''This city, just showed you, that it's full of people, ready to believe in good!'' Batman growled.

''Until, their spirit breaks completely and they get a good look, of the real Harvey Dent, and all the heroics he's done,'' the Joker told his nemesis who didn't know how to reply. ''You didn't think I'd risk losing the battle for Gotham's sole, in a fistfight with you? No, you need an ace in a hole. Mine's Harvey.''

''What did you do!?'' Batman asked, holding his rising anger back.

''I took the Gotham's White Knight and I, brought him down our level,'' the Joker answered proudly. ''It wasn't hard; you see madness, as we know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.''

The Joker began to laugh as Batman left to find Dent and the SWAT team arrived. The Joker just kept laughing as the members of the SWAT pointed their guns at him, probably attempting to kill him. But the Joker didn't care. He had won.

TSAAP!

TSAAP!

TSAAP!

The Joker stopped laughing as he heard the weird noise. Three of the four members of the SWAT team were lying on the ground dead and last man standing had an antenna growing out of his forehead. Before being shot with the gun-stick in the SWAT member's hand, a Dalek appeared from the shadows, declaring:

''THE JO-KER HAS BEEN A-QUI-RED!''


''Oh look, a Satsuma,'' the Doctor said walking away from the defeated Sycorax leader.

''That's Howard's'' Jackie told him.

''Look out, his coming again!'' Mickey yelled, warning the Doctor of the Sycorax leader trying to attack him from behind.

The Doctor acted on an instinct and threw the Satsuma at the Sycorax leader making him fall from the ship down to London.

''No second chances, that's the kind of man I am,'' The Doctor said without looking back. He remembered how Batman had let Ra's al Ghul die in the monorail and the conversation the two had had. The Doctor understood that Batman had let him go once and he had come back to trouble him again. But Batman had refused to kill him and had decided to let the event play their course in Ra's al Ghul's fate. That gave the Doctor his new code: Warn first and give them a chance before acting against his enemies.


''I don't care what you are! Time Lord Victorious is wrong!''

The words of Adeleine Brook kept echoing in the Doctor's head as the TARDIS materialized. His life was at its end, but before that happened, the Doctor had decided to see everyone he had known. Even the fallen from grace Batman.

This burnt building was the last known place where the Batman had made his last appearance, kidnapping Commissioner Gordon's family and murdering the District Attorney Harvey Dent. The Doctor should have seen it coming when Batman let Ra's al Ghul die. Hiding in the shadows and wearing a perception filter, the Doctor followed Commissioner Gordon who kept yelling after Dent. Then, as he got few floors up, Gordon saw his family and began to run to the, but was suddenly attacked from behind, but not by Batman.

''This is where they brought her, Gordon,'' said the shadowy figure standing over Gordon, ''after your men brought her over. This is where she died.''

''I know, I was here,'' Gordon told from the ground, ''trying to rescue her.''

''But you didn't,'' the figure said, showing half of his face from the shadows, face the Doctor had only met once. Harvey Dent.

''If you had stood up against the corruption,'' Dent told Gordon with a growling voice, ''instead of making your deal with the devil.''

''I WAS TRYING TO FIGHT THE MOB!'' Gordon yelled at Dent who pointed a revolver at him.

The Doctor couldn't understand what was going on. This was supposed to have been Batman's hostage situation, he should have been where Dent was, he should have been the-

''You wouldn't dare to justify yourself, if you haven't known what I'd lost!'' Dent told Gordon at gunpoint, unnerved by his anger and then looked at Gordon's family. ''Have you been forced to lie to the people you love most? Telling it's gonna be okay, WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S NOT! You're gonna find out, Gordon.''

''You're not going to hurt my family?'' Gordon begged, like a question.

''No,'' Dent said walking to them, ''just the person you love most. So, is it your wife?''

''Harvey, please stop, Harvey!'' Gordon begged as Dent browsed Mrs. Gordon and her two children with his revolver. ''FOR GOD'S SAKE! STOP POINTING THAT GUN AT MY FAMILY!''

This shouldn't have been. Dent wasn't supposed to playing the antagonist here and why wasn't Batman even there when he should have been? Dent picked Gordon's son, grinning to the light so the Doctor saw the other half of Dent's face. It was so badly burnt that parts of his skull were showing and the left eye had no eyelids.

''We have a winner,'' Dent, or Twoface as the Doctor now saw him, said holding his gun at the head of Gordon's son.

''HARVEY!'' Gordon begged. ''Please don't hurt my son.''

Then the Doctor heard police sirens and saw red-blue lights at the distance. Twoface seemed annoyed and disappointed to this.

''You called your cops?''

''All they know is there's a situation,'' Gordon attempted to explain. ''They don't know what's going on. They're just… creating a perimeter.''

''You think I want an escape from this?'' Twoface asked in a low/high pinched voice. ''THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THIS!''

''You don't want to hurt the boy, Harvey!'' a raspy growl came from behind the Doctor and turning around, he saw Batman. Had he just now arrived there? The events hadn't gone as they should have for the whole time the Doctor had been observing them. Something was definitely wrong.

''It's not about what I want,'' Twoface told Batman as he walked past the invisible Doctor. ''IT'S ABOUT WHAT'S FAIR! You thought we could be decent men, IN AN INDECENT TIME!''

Twoface shook his head as he pulled out a coin from the pocket of his half burnt jacket.

''But you were wrong, the world is cruel. And the only morality, in a cruel world, is chance,'' Twoface said looking at his coin, which from closer inspection could have been seen to be also burnt from the other side. ''Unbiased, unprejudiced, FAIR! Rachel had the same chances he has, fifty-fifty.''

''What happened to Rachel wasn't chance,'' Batman growled at Twoface, while the Doctor guilty for having almost forgotten Rachel Dawes. ''We decided to act, we three!''

''Then why was it me who had to lost everything?'' Twoface asked Batman, who seemed to be lost for words.

''It wasn't,'' Batman said silently.

''THE JOKER CHOSE ME!'' Twoface yelled at Batman.

''Because you were the best of us!'' Batman yelled back. ''He wanted to prove that someone as good as you could fall.''

''And he was right,'' Twoface admitted. Even the Doctor couldn't think anything against it when he tried to compare the man he had met at Clarissa Oswin's grave to the twofaced monster here.

''You are the one pointing the gun, Harvey,'' Batman said. ''So point it, at the people responsible.''

''Fair enough,'' Twoface said raising his coin. "You first.''

Twoface threw his coin in the air and after looking it, he shot Batman in the abdomen without even blinking. Gordon's wife held her hands on her children's eyes as Batman fell to the floor. Then Twoface raised his revolver under his jaw.

''My turn,'' Twoface said responsibly and tossed his coin. The coin spared him and then Twoface put his revolver back pointing at Gordon's son.

''Harvey, please. It was my fault Rachel died,'' Gordon begged hopelessly. ''Don't punish my son. Punish me.''

''I'm about to,'' Twoface said emotionlessly and the Doctor could only watch. This had already happened and was a fixed point. And after he had indirectly driven Adeleine Brook to commit suicide, the Doctor couldn't rewrite a fixed point again.

''Tell your boy everything is going to be alright, Gordon,'' Twoface told the police commissioner as he held his son at gun point. ''Lie, like I lied.''

''It's gonna be okay, son. It's gonna be okay'' Gordon said defeated as Twoface tossed his coin.

''AAARRGH!''

To everyone's surprise, Batman suddenly lunged at Twoface and pushed him, with Gordon's son, down the ledge of the burnt building. Gordon reached to look down with the invisible Doctor running unnoticed next to him as the coin landed. Batman was hanging from the ledge holding Gordon's son and Twoface lying dead on the ground below them. As Gordon reached to pull his son up to safety, the Doctor looked at Twoface's coin, which had landed with its clean side up. But then, as James Gordon Junior had been pulled to safety, Batman's hold on the ledge got loose and he fell to the ground to his death.

''No,'' the Doctor breathed out as Batman lied dead on the ground and a small amount of regeneration energy flew from the mouth of the dying Time Lord to the Caped Crusader.

By the time Gordon got down to Batman, he had already been revived and managed to stop Gordon from reporting anything through police-radio.

''Thank you,'' the Doctor heard Gordon say as Batman got up on his feet.

''You don't have to thank me,'' Batman said in tired and raspy voice looking down to Twoface's corpse.

''Yes I do!'' Gordon insisted before looking at the deceased monster. ''The Joker won. Harvey's prosecution, everything he worked for, undone. Whatever chance you gave us fixing our city, dies with Harvey's reputation. We bet it all on him. The Joker took the best of us and put him down. People will lose hope.''

''They won't,'' Batman said looking up to Gordon's family. ''They must never know what he did.''

''Five dead! Two of them cops,'' Gordon reminded. ''You can't sweep that-''

''No!'' Batman said kneeling down to Twoface's corpse and turned the head to show the unburnt, clean face of Harvey Dent. ''But the Joker cannot win, Gotham needs its true hero.''

The Doctor was lost. He had no idea of what Batman was talking about or how did these event turn into what he had learned them to be in the future. Then Batman raised back on his feet and spoke, and everything was explained.

''You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain,'' Batman said and the Doctor suddenly felt guilty as that was exactly what had happened to him during and after the Battle of Medusa Cascade. ''I can do those things, because I'm not a hero. Not like Dent. I killed those people. That's what I can be.''

''No, no, no, you can't!'' Gordon protested. ''You're not-''

''I'm whatever Gotham needs me to be,'' Batman told Gordon while giving him the police-radio back. ''Call it in.''

Gordon looked at the radio as the Doctor tried himself to understand what kind of person Batman was, making this kind of sacrifice on his own reputation.

''They'll hunt you,'' Gordon said, not reporting anything yet.

''You'll hunt me, you'll condemn me, send the dogs on me, because that's what needs to happen,'' Batman said, and the Doctor saw in Batman's, black makeup covered, eyes that this was the truth. ''Because sometimes, the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes, people deserve to have their faith rewarded.''

Gordon raised the police-radio up to his mouth and reported what he had to as bat man began to run away in to the darkness. As soon as he had done it, his son came down calling out to Batman.

''Batman, BATMAN!'', James Jr. called after his hero. ''Why is he running, Dad?''

''Because we have to chase him,'' Gordon answered, simple as that.

''But he didn't do anything wrong,'' James Jr. said.

''He is running, because he is the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now,'' Gordon explained, unaware he was making the Doctor feel even more guilty of himself and his deeds. ''So we hunt him, because he can take it, because he is not our hero. He is a Silent Guardian, a Watchful Protector, a Dark Knight.''

Listening to Gordon's praise about Batman, the Doctor returned to the TARDIS. He understood and he had seen how one of the very humans the Doctor had protected all his life, one he had already assumed to be one of the worst and had come to see how and why he had fallen from grace, had been one of the very humans that had returned his faith in them once again. Batman had been, without a doubt, a better man this version of the Doctor had been. This version that should have died at Medusa Cascade from the Dalek's shot and had wasted a regeneration just to be the same.

As the TARDIS left to take the Doctor to see the one last person he wanted to see before his death, the Doctor admitted that if he did regenerate to his next incarnation, he would have some degree of dislike of his predecessor.


''Okay, that's what I'll do, I'll tell you a story,'' the Doctor said facing the Old God of Akhaten as Merry Gajelh sang in the distance. ''Can you hear them? All these people who've lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves, to you. Can you hear them singing?''

The Old God growled at the Doctor.

''Oh, you like to think you're a god, but you're not a god,'' the Doctor taunted the Old God. ''You're just a parasite, eaten out with jealous and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. On the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow. So...so come on, then. Take mine. Take my memories. But I hope you've got a big appetite, because I've lived a long life, and I've seen a few things.''

The memories began to float of the Doctor's body like a burst of regeneration energy.

''I walked away from the Last Great Time War, I marked the passing of the Time Lords,'' the Doctor spoke to the Old God of Akhaten. ''I saw the birth of the universe, I watched as the time ran out. Moment by moment until nothing remained. No time, no space, JUST ME! I HAVE WALKED IN UNIVERSE WHERE THE LAWS OF PHYSICS WERE DEVISED BY THE MIND OF A MAD MAN! I have seen things You wouldn't believe. I HAVE LOST THINGS, YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND! And I know things, secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken. KNOWLEDGE, THAT WOULD SET PUNY PARASETIC GOD ABLAZE!''

And the Doctor meant every word. He had rebooted the universe, he had seen the time where stars had died, his third and second incarnations had confronted Omega in his Antimatter Universe, he had seen how unselfish humans can be when Batman had sacrificed his reputation and had so many friends that he had been left to miss all of them after they had left him and he had lost them. And the Doctor name was the oldest question in all time and space.

''SO COME ON THEN! TAKE IT!'' The Doctor yelled at the Old God. ''TAKE IT ALL BABY! YOU HAVE IT! YOU HAVE IT ALL!''

All the memories went to the Old God and the Doctor fell on his knees, tired. He had given everything from his lifetime of memories and even that didn't seem to be enough. Then the Doctor heard Clara's voice beside him.

''Still hungry? Well, I brought something for you. This,'' Clara said holding upher parents' leaf. ''The most important leaf in human history. It's full of stories, full of history. And full of a future that never got lived. Days that should have been that never were. Passed on to me. This leaf isn't just the past, it's a whole future that never happened. There are billions and millions of unlived days for every day we live. An infinity. All the days that never came. And these are all my mum's.''

The Doctor raised on his feet to see the Old god devouring Clara's leaf.

''Well, come on then! Eat up,'' he taunted as the Old God groaned. ''Are you full? I expect so. Because there's quite a difference, isn't there, between what was, and what should have been? There's an awful lot of one, but there's an infinity of the other. And infinity's too much. Even for your appetite.''

The Old God of Akhaten grew bigger like a Red Giant before shrinking down to a white dwarf. The Doctor looked at his companion, his Impossible Girl, he had already met three times as different versions. Clara Oswald, who had saved him so many times, as unselfish acts. She, like Batman, was one of the best human beings he had met in his life along with few, but many others.


Ishi, ishi, bazara bazara. Ishi, ishi , bazara, bazara, Ishi, ishi, bazara, bazara…

He climbed up. Up, higher and higher. He had to get out of the Pit and save Gotham. Two times already he had failed, but his time, he was climbing without the rope. He was all out on instinct and the fear of death. Climbing up he finally got to the final ledge.

Ishi, ishi, bazara bazara. Ishi, bazara, Ishi bazara, bazara..

A swarm of bats flew out of the cracks in the wall and he felt it. The same feeling he had had in the very beginning. In the well he had fallen as a child and as he had entered the cave for the first time. He drew breath over looking at the last gap he had to jump and as jumped, the chanting below him halted.

Bruce Wayne grabbed on to the ledge and pulled himself out of the Pit as other prisoner cheered for him below. He was free of the imprisonment Bane had put him into and was ready to go back to finish his query with the League of Shadows and save Gotham as Batman.


''There, there,'' the Doctor told his companion resting on the elevated chairs of TARDIS' console room. ''Rest, Clara. You did good. You did good.''

Vastra, Jenny and Strax had already been returned to their own time and the Doctor was now alone with Clara, whose mystery as the Impossible Girl had finally been solved in Trenzalore. The Great Intelligence and the Whisper Men had tried to rewrite the Doctor's timeline, but Clara had rescued him by stepping into his timestream and fixed all the damage. It was something the Doctor would cherish for a long time.

Suddenly the Doctor felt something in his pocket and pulled out the psychic paper. There was a message to him. Coordinates on Earth and a date. Curious, the Doctor set the TARDIS to go to there.

As the TARDIS landed, Clara woke up to see the Doctor walking out of the doors and followed him outside to see a desert of a wasteland.

''This is here,'' the Doctor said looking at the psychic paper and his watch.

''And here is where?'' Clara asked looking around. ''Because it looks like a desert.''

''It is a desert, Clara,'' the Doctor said acknowledging her presence. ''Some wher in the Middle-East, not far from India.''

''And we're here why?'' Clara asked looking around and the back at the Doctor. ''Not for the sights, I guess.''

The Doctor showed her his wallet. ''I got a message on my psychic paper: These exact geographical coordinates and this exact time.''

Clara looked at the wallet. ''And it told to be here now. Why? Who is it from?''

The Doctor shook his head and turned away from his companion. ''This is just a random place on the planet. In the middle of nowhere. There isn't even anyone here.''

''I'm here,'' a growling voice said.


In another universe…

In the midst of deep space, there rode a bounty hunter on his hovering motorbike. Suddenly, a boom was heard and a bright light stroke in the bounty hunter's path. When he finally managed to see again, the bounty hunter saw he had been taken to a planetoid with some kind of citadel built on it.

''What the frell?'' the bounty hunter muttered as he landed and got off his bike. ''HEY! ANY POSERS HOME!?''

As he had yelled it, the citadel's front doors opened and a figure dressed in a black cloaked walked out.

''You the fan-boy who brought me here!?'' the bounty hunter asked accusingly as he walked towards the cloaked figure.

''Invited you here,'' the cloaked figure corrected.

''LEARN TO USE THE PHONE NEXT TIME!'' bounty hunter yelled furiously and attempted to hit the cloaked figure but suddenly couldn't move his hitting arm. ''The freg are you doing to me?!''

The cloaked figure uncovered his face to reveal pale, starved face of a man with bleached hair, but his eyes were strong and furious.

''I am the Master,'' the figure spoke,'' and you will obey me.''

''I don't think so, batstich,'' the bounty hunter replied pressing a button on his belt and sent his bike to attack the Master. ''They don't call me the Main Man for nothing.''

The Master recoiled to bike's attack by shooting a beam of electric energy from his hand and made the bike stop on its tracks.

''ENOUGH!'' A voice commanded and another figure walked out from the citadel. This one was wearing a red and gold colored robe with a ridiculous hat. ''I cannot ask you to handle anything correctly, Koschei.''

''Do not call me that,'' the Master said bitterly as the other figure approached the bounty hunter.

''You are Lobo, the Czarnian bounty hunter,'' the figure spoke to the bounty hunter. ''I am the Valeyard, and I wish to hire you.''


Author's notes: Happy New Year! Review the story and I will answer any questions you have through those reviews.

As I quoted up there, Eleventh Doctor is gone and the Twelfth Doctor has arrived in his place. How did that feel for you when you had to watch the regeneration happen?

Also, the bridge between Nine Days during the Beginning and The Dark Knight and The Doctor has now been built. I hope I didn't leave any plot holes. I did however, when I saw The Time Of The Doctor finally see the motive why the Silence saved Batman and assisted the Doctor, Clara and Selina in finding him in A Silent Guardian and the Predator.

SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET! Those Silents who fought to protect the town called Christmas with the Doctor on Trenzalore, traveled back in time to help him stop Davros from summoning the Anti-Monitor and so made sure that the Doctor would get himself to Trenzalore and for there to be a universe left. You see how that works?