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I stood next to Dad in the basement of MCU, one of the untouched places, in a crowd of officers. I still didn't think that this was a good idea, but it could've been our one shot to get the Joker…again. We definitely needed it, and Maroni was at County in a nicer solitary cell for holding. If he was right, we would probably give him a deal. Most of the officers had Kevlar vests over their windbreakers. It was drizzly outside, yet still sunny, and I was glad that I had grabbed my jacket. I knew that we had to be pretty dang exact to pull this off. We currently had the element of surprise, but if we screwed up by a millisecond, the Joker was gone.

"All tactical units will converge on location in twenty minutes," Dad began telling the plan. "I want auxiliary units to come aboard at all possible get away routes."

"We only get one shot at this," I informed the ugly truth. "He's sneaky, and not afraid of pain or blowing us to bits. We all know that." I looked into the eyes of the officers I saw here this morning. "I'm not trying to scare anyone by saying this, but if we screw this up, by even a little bit, we may never get a chance like this again. We have the element of surprise; try to use it to your advantage if you see a way to get him. Good luck." I backed out of the limelight, and let Dad take over. My eyes flicked to the TV screen which was playing the 5 o'clock news! I looked at my watch: 5:15. How did it get to be this late?

"I wanna know how much they're paying to say who Batman really is," the reporter named Engel said to some guy claiming to know Batman's real identity.

"This is our chance," Dad was saying. "I want Lau alive." Oh yeah. Forgot about him. "The Joker, either way." Dead would be the most efficient, I mused to myself.

"Hey, Dad," I interrupted his pep rally. "Ya might wanna check this out."

"Let's take the next caller," Engel announced. Callers, great. This wasn't going to end well.

"Harvey Dent didn't want to give in to this maniac," the caller said. "You know better than him?" Good point. The Joker held us all, pretty much, on puppet strings, but anyone that had any balls fought against what he told us to do. Dent didn't have a lot of balls, but he had enough to try to put the Joker in jail. Got close too.

"I think that if we talked to Dent today, he may feel differently," Reese answered. For some reason, I had a feeling that Dent would probably just want to kill the Joker now. Just a thought.

"And we wish him a speedy recovery," Engel said. Dent wasn't going to be healing speedily if he was still the same as he was earlier today. " 'Cause God knows, we need him now." When he said that, it just reiterated why we needed to get the Joker in twenty minutes.

I looked over at Dad. "What do we do about this?" Batman's identity was part of what made him so successful, because no one could find out his weaknesses.

"We leave it alone unless something that absolutely needs us happens." I could see the doubt in his eyes though. The eyes say everything a person won't, Al. Remember that. I could see that Dad didn't want this Reese guy to say who Batman was.

I grabbed Dad's sleeve and pulled him over to where no one was, but everyone hushed up a little bit when I pulled him over.

"Al, what are you doing?" Dad hissed.

"Dad, you know that if Batman's identity is revealed that the Joker will take him out and completely rule this city," I assumed. "We won't stand a chance."

"That's why we're getting him now."

"We won't win this war if Batman is uncovered, Dad!" I persisted. "The Joker will be out of that place before we even get there."

Dad nodded, letting the truth sink in. "We have no viable reason to stop that news coverage, and Batman is a case that we've been working on since earlier this year."

"Wuertz's case, under Loeb," I pointed out. "Wuertz is done, and you're the commissioner."

"We wait," Dad ordered and walked away.

I rolled my neck around and sighed. Dang "by the book" method! I cursed.

"Who is this?" Engel asked the next caller.

"I had a vision," the Joker's voice came over the air, "of a world without Batman. The mob ground out a little profit, and the police tried to shut them down. One block at a time." I clenched my fist, knowing that he was partially right. I saw other officers with their hands in fists for the simple fact that they just wanted to kick the crap out of the Joker. "And it was soooo….Boring." I could picture him licking his lips. I cringed. "I've had a change of heart. I don't want Mr. Reese spoiling everything, but why should I have all the fun?" I pictured his eerie smile. "Let's give someone else a chance." Time for more games. "If Coleman Reese isn't dead in sixty minutes, then I blow up a hospital."

"Change of plans guys!" I announced. "Call every officer. Tell them to get to their nearest hospital, and start evac and search! Call transit authority, school board, prisons; get every available bus down to a hospital!"

"Priority is Gotham General!" Dad added. He looked at me and nodded. "Wheel everyone outta that place right now!"

People began scattering about as orders were given.

I pointed at four officers that I kind of knew. "You, you, you, and you! You're comin' with us."

"Where we going, Ma'am?"

"To get Reese." I jogged out to one of the unused black SUVs and hopped in the driver's seat. Dad hopped in next to me, and two of the officers hopped in the back. The other ran to their patrol car. I gunned it and sped down to the GCN studio.

The radio in the cup holder crackled. "Gordon, either of you, who do you want out of Gotham General first?"

I grabbed the radio and pressed the call button. "Dent! Get Dent the Hell outta there!" I slammed it down and drifted into a relatively decent parallel parking job.

Dad and I pushed our way through the sea of people as the officers held them back from the door. I nodded at Harry as I walked by. He had a rifle, and wasn't afraid to use it if the crowd got too out of hand. I saw other SWAT member distributed through the crowd as more people appeared. This was going to be one interesting day. I pressed my way through the revolving door and slid into the elevator as it was closing. The lame canned music revealed the exact opposite of the chaos outside.

Dad looked at me with a surprisingly calm expression. "Ya did good back there, Al."

I smiled for a short second. "Thanks. I learned from the best." I jokingly punched his arm as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open to the studio. The cameras had long since stopped rolling, but everyone was just sitting or standing as if they were on pause. Dad and I strode across the tiled floor. I looked way too casual to be assumed a cop, but the badge shining under my jacket proved otherwise. "Gotham Police, Mr. Reese. You're comin' with us." I smiled and grabbed his arm.

"But—but," he protested.

"Trust me, no one I care about is in a hospital." Dad shot me a glare when I said that. I shrugged and guided Reese to the elevator. Engel followed us into the elevator. The canned music played again, filling the elevator with something other than tension, but we were all silent.

The doors opened and Dad and I rushed Reese out into the lobby.

"Ma'am, Commissioner" Engel tried, "do you really think that an ordinary citizen would try to kill this man?" I glanced over at him. He had his recorder out.

I snatched it, turning it off. "No frickin' comment." I smirked at him.

"Sir, Commissioner!"

We continued running towards the crowd. "Dad! What are you thinking?"

A shot was fired and the glass cracked. I pulled on Reese's shoulder as we hit the ground for cover. "Get the cars around back!" I ordered as I saw Harry and a few other officers arresting the guy that pulled the trigger. The crowd didn't even stop for a second with their pounding on the glass. I watched Harry and the other officers pull their guns and get the entire crowd to disappear in a matter of seconds. People hid behind other people or traffic poles, but at least they were gone for those few seconds. We ran out into the loading dock to get Reese somewhere safer, but all Reese was doing was shaking.

"They're trying to kill me," he realized.

I shoved him towards the SUV. "Well, maybe Batman will save you." I smirked. I got into the car across from Dad and next to Reese. There was another guy in the car with us, sitting next to Dad, holding a shotgun. He loaded the shotgun as he took off his hat.

"So what now?" Reese asked as he began to wring his hands together in fear. He still had that deer in the headlights look. Hard to believe that he could know who Batman really was. "What do we do now? Where are we going?" He looked out the back window.

"Calm down," I soothed. "You're okay now. Just relax." I smiled at him. "Breathe slowly." My phone beeped, letting me know I had a text, but the weird thing was, Dad's did too. I looked down at the message: Watch out. Cops with relatives in Gotham hospitals. Ramirez, Berg. I looked across at the officer. He was sweating and clutching the shotgun like it was his lifeline. I shifted in my seat, ready to dive in front of Reese if I needed to. I was pretty sure that Dad had gotten same message as me.

"Berg, isn't it?" Dad asked quietly.

"Commissioner?"

His lips flicked into a smile. "You okay, son?"

Berg nodded, and let out a little bit of a laugh as he glanced at his watch.

"Ya sure?" I asked with a little smile on my face. "You don't look so good."

He swallowed. "First real big, important thing," he lied. "Guess I'm nervous."

I nodded. "Never the less, I'm gonna need your weapon."

"What?" he asked honestly as he lowered the shotgun.

I moved over little bit so that all I had to do was fall for Reese to not get the brunt of the shot, and me to get it.

"Why? Because my wife's in the hospital?"

"Yeah," I breathed as I felt the adrenaline begin to kick in. I was risking my life for this guy, and I was a little bit nervous. "That'd be why." I looked at Dad and saw the worry clearly written all over his face. He nodded at me as I swallowed to keep calm. The car stopped at a red light, and it wasn't helping my cool, but we eventually began to move again.

"Mr. Reese," Berg began and pulled the trigger.

I pushed myself in front of Reese and braced myself for the shot, but Dad pushed the gun so that the shot went out the window instead. Dad grabbed the shotgun and threw it over where my head would've been if I were sitting up, but I was lying on Reese's lap taking deep breaths. I closed my eyes for a second, not even bothering to care if Reese was uncomfortable. I just saved his life; well, kinda.

"Al, you okay?" Dad asked, snapping me back to reality.

I sat up. "Yeah," I sighed. I heard one car revving; sounded like an older car. Then a split second later, there was another revving and big crash. One car hit the other car, which in turn caused us to go spinning into a concrete barrier. I immediately figured that someone tried to save us by going next to us, while the first car tried to kill us because of Reese. "Told ya we shoulda taken the unmarked car," I mumbled to Dad as I got out of the car to see our savior.

"Did not," Dad mumbled back. "Stay here, Mr. Reese."

I laughed and walked to the wreckage. I saw the smashed up Lamborghini sitting next to our car. I ran my hand over it. "Such a shame. Such a nice car." I heard chuckling coming from the driver, who was still in the car. I opened the passenger seat and looked at Bruce Wayne. What do you know? Batman saved him after all. I smiled. "Nice car." I stuck my hand out for him to grab.

"Was," he mentioned as he climbed out and sat on the asphalt.

"You all right?"

"I am," he said with a smirk, "now that you're here."

I narrowed my eyes and put my hands on my hips, but I felt myself blushing.

"Mr. Wayne, isn't it?" Dad asked walking up. "That was a very brave thing you did," Dad congratulated.

Bruce looked up at him with confusion all over his face. "Trying to catch the light?"

Dad looked at him dumbfounded. "You—you weren't protecting the van?" Dad had a valid point. I suspected him to be Batman, but of course, Bruce was probably just trying to be the billion-dollar playboy we all expected him to be.

"Why?" Bruce asked. "Who's in it?" Bruce put his hand on the tire of the Lamborghini and looked around at Reese, who was getting out of the car. He stared at Bruce, and almost a thousand words were shared in that glance. Reese was astounded and Bruce just very subtly nodded.

I saw one of the detectives raise his eyebrows at me as Reese walked over to him. I nodded, and Reese was whisked away from my life, not that I cared.

"You think I should go to a hospital?" Bruce asked, rubbing his neck.

I burst out laughing at that. After a few seconds, I looked at Bruce, who was smirking at me with that amazing smirk that made my heart melt. "You don't watch a whole lotta news, do ya, Bruce?"

Well, I think that it was pretty good. I hope that you all like it. I can't believe I only have like 30 pages left of the script to go through and 40 minutes of the movie! It's amazing that I've made it this far. Well, gotta go get sleep. Remember, more reviews = faster updates. Clicky the button =)