Okay, my lovely readers, we have concluded Batman Begins. I will now begin writing a few bridge chapters; you know gapping the time between the Batman Begins and The Dark Knight. Now, I have to congratulate all of the people that were involved in TDK because they won 5 People's Choice Awards last night! So "Congrats, you guys! It was amazing!" I doubt that any of them will read this, but just in case. =) lol

Hannah—Yeah, I'm excited/nervous for the Joker. I've a few ideas, but I don't know how I will add him in other than what the movie depicts. Concerning Alex and Bruce, I'm not saying anything, not even about the fact that she knows that he's Batman. I'm not going to give it away! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You'll find out. =P Patience

Lady Slone—At least you have the ability to speak in other languages! I can speak a teeny-tiny bit of Irish and a little bit more Spanish, but just the minimum to survive. I'm sorry that you're sick. Hope that you feel better! Okay, what did you suggest with Newton's Law. We just finished something in Science about Newton's Law so everything is starting to mesh together. O.o Thank you! I think that adding people into movies is really hard. I'm surprised I've done so well so far. It was kind of difficult. Get better!

Jousting Elf—I'm glad that you liked it. Yeah, she gets promoted again, but I'm not gonna say when or why. You must read. I get the "just one step up" thing too. It's annoying. I, too, am considered really mature for my age. I pretty much only hang out with adults, unless I'm at school. LOL I think it's an intelligence thing. Most people that write on here are smart.

Johanna—All I have to say is "Dun dun Duh!" LOL

Charlie—Thank you very much! I was really frustrated that it wouldn't be good, because I had a really good one at school, but I sent the wrong copy back to my house!!! It was really annoying!

Pianoplayeres—I'm glad that you like it! Am I really that annoying? I think you're joking, but I can't tell. Here's the next chapter!

Okay. Here's the chapter. Wish me luck because I think that this might be horrible!

The morning sun found me in the sort of sleeping room at the precinct. I rolled over and squinted at the bright light that was urging me to get out of bed. I looked at the clock on the wall: 6:15. I groaned and rolled to face the wall. I squished the pillow on my head to block out the light. I couldn't believe that I had spent another night here. I reluctantly got out of the lower bunk and threw my oxford shirt on, but I didn't button it. I pulled hair back up after I had let it down for the night. I opened the door to my office and grabbed my duffle bag with workout stuff in it. I looked down at the file, whose contents were strewn across my desk, and remembered what I had been doing all night. I swore that that Joker character was no good for this city. This was one of those psychopaths that wouldn't stop until the entire city was in shambles. Just we needed, but no matter how hard I dug, I couldn't find anything on him.

I shook my head and went down to the gym level. I got changed into a tank top with black basketball shorts. I knew that I was going to need this workout today. I grabbed my iPod and attached it to my arm with its armband. I selected my rock music and walked out into the gym. I wasn't the only one, but pretty dang close. There were maybe four other guys in here. It was early enough that we didn't really talk anyway. I had finished the weight machines when one of the guys challenged me to spar him. I looked at him blankly. Just the other night, I had been working with the Batman and he knew that, but okay.

We got to the ring, sort of, and I pulled on my gloves. I shook my head at this. I knew it wasn't going to end well when he said no gloves. One of us was going to be unhappy, and I don't think it was going to be me. We fought. It did have some adrenaline in it because he was a decent fighter. I had my foot locked around his neck, about to bring him down, when Dad walked in.

"We need to go," was all I got.

"Dad, I'm a little busy," I pointed out.

"Joker hit again," he explained.

I cursed under my breath, and the guy that I was sparring took my moment of distraction and threw my foot from his neck and punched me in the face. "Not fair!"

"I wasn't going to beat you any other way," he laughed. He shook my hand. "You're a good fight, Sergeant Gordon." He walked to the locker rooms.

"Good job, Al," he complimented.

"Thanks." I walked to the edge of the ring and sat on the edge with my arms crossed on the elastic. "When do we need to be there?"

"Like now," he said.

"Crap," I breathed. I still needed to take a shower. "You take lead on this one. I'll meet you there."

"I am higher rank than you," he pointed out, "but this is your case."

"Dad," I reasoned, "I need a shower. Head down there, cover for me, and I'll be there in like fifteen minutes." I slid out of the ring and headed towards the locker room.

"You work to much," Dad said as I entered the locker room.

Just as I had promised, fifteen minutes later I was speeding down the highway on my motorbike with my shirt unbuttoned and my wavy, wet hair flow in the wind. It needed to dry, which meant I wasn't wearing a helmet, like I normally did. Oh well, I told myself. I needed to get this Joker behind bars. I pulled up to the bank where the Joker had hit again. I pushed the kickstand down with my foot and walked up. My wet hair circled my shoulders, making my shirt wet. I was stopped at the door. I showed my badge and they let me pass so I could follow this stupid case.

I walked through the rubble. There were a few bodies here and there, but what disturbed me the most was the exploded body. You could see a few distinguishing bits about him, but not much. Some family was going to be devastated. I looked around at the destruction that had been caused. Desks were overturned and glass was shattered from what appeared to be bullets. I could see plastic ties by the counter where the people had been held hostage. Whoever this guy was, he meant business; whatever that might mean. He was insane. I followed the trail of rubble to the safe, where most of the money was gone.

"I can't believe this, Dad," I mourned. "Whoever this clown is, he has a sick horrible mind."

Dad turned around. He nodded.

I looked at the pathetic amount of money. He had cleaned it out. "Dad, what happened to the man in the lobby?"

"The Joker had put grenades in the hostages' hands and pulled the pins," he explained. "One of them tried to be brave."

I put up my hand in dismissal. "I get it."

Dad frowned. "And I thought that Crane was bad." It was supposed to be a joke, but it did have truth to it. We all thought that Crane was going to be the death of this city, but this Joker character seemed to be a close second, if not first.

I nodded in agreement. My phone rang. "Sergeant Gordon." I waited in silence as an officer explained to me a very dismal situation.

"Sergeant, apparently some of the rapists that were let out of Arkham have kidnapped children from one of the elementary school, while many houses were robbed and families were killed."

Damn. "Just now?"

"In the past hour or so."

I ran my hand through my still wet hair and pulled back into a ponytail. "What's the status?"

"We have the men that robbed the homes and murdered families at central holding."

"Good," I approved. "What about the rapists and the children?"

There was silence on the line. "We don't know where they are, Ma'am."

"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled into the phone.

Dad was staring at me. "Alex, is everything all right?"

I nodded my head.

"No, Ma'am, I'm not kidding," he answered tentatively, "but we do have a possibility of where they are."

"Why aren't you down there?"

"We were told to give the case to you," he explained, "but we are down there."

I sighed. Could this town get any more discombobulated than it all ready was? "Where is it?"

"Down by the docks." Of course, it was.

"Where?"

"By the Narrows." Gee, that helped.

"I'll be down there in ten minutes," I agreed.

Dad raised his eyebrows from behind his glasses. "What's going on, Alex?"

I walked out the door. I needed to get to the docks.

"Alex?!" he called after me. He apparently ran to meet me and grabbed my arm. "If you don't tell me, I'll…"

"You'll what?" I back mouthed.

He clenched his teeth. "What's going on?"

I stared him in the eyes. "Does it matter?"

"I don't want you to get hurt," he worried.

"I'll be fine," I assured as I walked out of the bank, leaving my dad standing admist the rubble. I got on my bike and revved the engines.

"Where's your helmet?" Dad warned. Always the worried parent.

I shook my head and sped off towards the docks.

Sorry that there's a lot of dialogue, but it was a little hard without it. Also, I'm sorry that it took forever to post, but I was having a little bit of difficulty trying to think something up. So here it is! The wonderful first bridge between Batman Begins and The Dark Knight! Hope it is all you were wanting! Enjoy and review!