When I awoke, I thought about last night. I had a feeling Bruce was going to be apologizing to me for his actions. So I had to do what he expected me to do. I had to be angry at him. This could actually be kinda fun…

Sure enough, as I came down the stairs, there stood Bruce. "Kris, I wanted to talk about last night."

"There's nothing to talk about," I said shortly and avoiding eye contact. "You were just being yourself."

"No, I wasn't."

"Doesn't matter. It's your life."

"Kris, wait." He grabbed my arm, but I didn't turn around. "You're holding back. Just say what you want to say to me as if I wasn't Bruce Wayne. I won't kick you out or report you to the media or anything."

I finally turned to him. "You were acting like a complete idiot. Now I may not have known you for too long, but long enough, and I know that that was not who you are. I mean, randomly buying hotels, "swimming" with your models, pretending like you owned the world? That's not the Bruce Wayne I've seen in my stay here. You asked me to go to a dinner where I didn't know anyone, and I did just so you would have someone to talk to. Then five minutes in, you ditch me and leave me with those strangers to go flirt with your clueless women." Honestly, that felt really good. I was pretty upset that I had gotten all dolled up just to sit there like a shy little girl with no input. Even though I knew all of that was going to happen.

"See? Now I know how you really feel."

I sighed. "I have to go to work."

"Wait, at least let me drive you."

"No, I'll get a cab. Thanks." I quickly left the Manor and couldn't help but giggle. And they said I wasn't a good actress.

I kept thinking all about our conversation as I sorted through paperwork down in Applied Sciences and trying to remember what happened next in the movie.

"Are you alright, Kris?" Mr. Fox asked me, breaking me out of my daze.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you're putting something about our monthly quota in with the budget files."

I looked down and realized he was right. I sighed and gave a small laugh. "Bruce and I had a little…disagreement this morning."

"May I ask what about?"

"He asked me to go to a business dinner with him last night and quickly ditched me for the two models he had brought with him."

Mr. Fox laughed. "That sounds like the playboy all the magazines have talked about."

"Do you think that's really who he is though?"

"No, I do not."

"Then why let the public believe it?"

"I've chosen not to dig into people's personal lives. Their choices are their choices. If Mr. Wayne wants the public to believe he's a playboy, then that's his choice. Even if we don't understand it."

Lucius Fox was way better than the movie gave him credit for. He should've gotten a lot more screen time.

I forced myself to stay more focused and actually sort the paperwork correctly. After all, I was not going to let the best job in the world slip through my fingers.

As I worked, I remembered the next part. It was the night Bruce was going to get gassed with Scarecrow's fear gas. That would be fun to deal with for the next couple of days...

As soon as I was let off work, I rushed back to the Manor, eager for me and Bruce to part on good terms. It was the best I could do if I couldn't talk to him for the next two days while he fought off the fear gas. Besides, I wasn't really mad at him to begin with.

"Bruce!" I called as I walked through the door. "Hello?"

"I'm right here," I heard. I looked up and saw him walking down the stairs.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said this morning. I was completely out of line."

"You don't have to apologize for telling me the truth. And I wanted to know how you truly felt."

"Even still, I shouldn't have been so short with you. Not after everything you've done for me."

"Really, Kris, it's okay." He gave me such a nice smile that I couldn't go on anymore.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more business to take care of."

"Bruce, wait!"

He turned to look at me. I wanted so direly to explain to him that he was going to be gassed. But I couldn't. How would I explain how I knew that?

"Just…be careful."

He smiled again. "Always am."

"Yeah, sure," I said under my breath.

Not long after he left, it began to rain. I sat in the guest room pacing back and forth for at least two hours. I was so nervous about Bruce, especially because I knew what was going to happen.

Eventually, I went down to the kitchen to try to eat away my worries. It didn't work.

When I saw Alfred rush past me, I knew that was it. He didn't notice me, but I didn't care. He needed to get to Bruce as soon as possible.

I was a thousand times more nervous as I waited for Alfred to get back. When I heard the door open, I gave Alfred a little time before I went up to Bruce's room.

"Alfred, is Bruce okay?"

"He's just a bit under the weather, I'm afraid."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. If there's anything I can do, let me know."

"Of course. I suggest you get some sleep, Miss Jacobson."

"Alright. Good night, Alfred."

"Good night."

I didn't sleep for very long because I was awoken by screaming. I knew immediately that it was Bruce. I threw a light jacket over my pajama shirt and ran to his room. Alfred and I got to the door at the same time. When we walked in, Bruce was screaming and thrashing around in his sleep, soaked in sweat. It had to have been the effects of the fear gas.

He was way stronger than me so I knew that I could never try to grab his arms and get him to calm down.

"Alfred, get me some Tylenol and some wet washcloths with a bowl of water."

He thankfully didn't question me and did as I asked.

"Blood," Bruce mumbled. "Poison. Blood poisoned."

Seeing him like this was so much worse than I had expected it to be. And I was going to have to deal with this for two days. I could do it. I just had to be strong.

Alfred came back with a bottle of Tylenol in liquid form and a bowl of cold water with a couple of cloths in it. I knew the Tylenol wouldn't get rid of the fear gas in his system, but it might be able to help with his nightmares and calm him down a little.

I took the cloth and rubbed it over Bruce's face in an attempt to get him cooled down and relaxed. It took longer than I would've liked, but eventually he stopped screaming and fighting the air. I measured out some Tylenol and forced his head up a little bit and made him swallow the red liquid. It would have to do for now.

"Alfred," I said. "Get some sleep. I'll stay and watch him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll be fine."

He nodded and left us alone. Bruce was still pouring sweat, so I continued to rub the cloth over him. I positioned one on the back of his neck and another on his forehead. His face contorted a lot with no doubt horrid nightmares full of pain and loss. I wished more than anything that I could have prevented this.

When morning came, his condition hadn't really improved. I took his temperature and it was at 101. His pulse was going really fast. I gave him more Tylenol to help, but by that afternoon, his fever had just raised two more degrees and his pulse was even faster.

"Alfred, he's getting worse. I don't know what else I can do."

"Perhaps the fever is just trying to break. Let's give it a little more time."

I nodded, but I knew he wasn't going to get better. I had called Mr. Fox earlier to let him know that I wasn't going to be able to make it to work that day, and he understood just fine. I think he kind of shipped me and Bruce, if you know what I mean.

I was tired after looking after Bruce all day, but I couldn't have slept if I tried. I was way too worried about him. His fever had continued to rise and it was now at 104. He had another huge fit in the middle of the night that was worse than before.

In order to get him calmed down again, I went next to him and I sang an old Irish song I had heard on YouTube when I watched a trailer for a fanfiction. It was a beautiful song that I listened to over and over again on my phone. My singing seemed to work for after I sang through it a few times, he finally stopped his fit. I ran my fingers through his sweat-drenched hair and kept singing to soothe him. I sang to him for hours as I continued to rub the washcloth over his face to cool him down and administer doses of Tylenol. Gosh, he looked so pale. Nearly all the color in his face was gone.

"Kris…" he mumbled.

My head snapped over to him. Did he just say my name? That had to just have been a result of the fever, right?

Alfred came in very early. I looked up at him. "His fever's gotten to 105 and I can't get his pulse down and he still hasn't woken up. There's got to be something more we can do."

"I'll call Mr. Fox. He'll know what to do."

I nodded and went back to nursing Bruce. I was absolutely exhausted, but I just couldn't seem to find it within me to actually go to sleep.

Mr. Fox arrived shortly with all kinds of medical equipment. "Hello, Kris. Have you been taking care of him?"

"If you can call it that. No matter what I've done, he's just gotten worse and worse."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you did everything you could, but this may be bigger than what you thought."

Try me.

He took a blood sample from Bruce's arm and went to work. I kept watch over Bruce while he concocted an antidote to counteract the poison in his blood.

Towards the end of the night, he administered the antidote to Bruce and from there all we could do was wait.

After a couple hours, the color finally began to return to Bruce's face. I felt his forehead and smiled as I looked at Alfred and Mr. Fox. His fever had finally broken.

I stayed up for a couple more hours, then sleep finally overpowered me and I crashed into the chair next to his bed.