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Kris Knight—I can't wait for the sequel either! Only problem, I don't know what's going to really happen in it yet. I'm so glad that you really like this story. Well, I have Chris Nolan for most of the action, you gotta admit, which is sad, so we'll have to see how the sequel goes.

Hannah—Glad that you like it. Don't worry about being brief. Here's more.

Madelineex3—I don't think I'm gonna ask why, because I'm afraid of the answer. Just kidding =) Glad that you liked it, and I hope that this was soon enough.

Fairy Skull—Yeah, I'm making a sequel! I don't think that I could let this go! I'm just having way too much and I would miss Alex. ;) Well, I'm glad that the work is great. Sorry, I don't have anything else to say.

Johanna—Gotta love the word "clicky" even if it's not technically a word. I don't think that I've ever heard of "crapamole" It definitely made me laugh!

Sabre—I am continuing. As fast as I can! Lol Yeah, she takes charge; more in this chapter too. I totally agree with you about people not doing anything. Another thing that bugs me, is when girls are just shoved in the background because they're girls, which kind of explains what I write huh?

Blpaul—Well, yeah, it was a little bit of an understatement, but the mayor didn't know that. =P lol

I was thinking about the story last night, and I realized that this is one of the final three chapters, if I play it right. I don't want this to be because I honestly enjoy writing this story. Don't worry though; there will be a sequel. I don't have a title for it yet, so any suggestions now till the end will be greatly appreciated.

Everything was set up by the time that Dad and I got to the Prewitt Building. Harry had put snipers on the building opposite of Prewitt and had two teams ready to go at Prewitt. He, himself, was over on the rooftop of Prewitt, ready to go in. He was maintaining almost constant radio contact with the men over on our side however. There were a few other police officers standing guard on the building opposite of Prewitt. Dad and I strode out onto the rooftop, and for a second, as I looked around Gotham, I remembered just how pretty it could be at night. The lights shining out of the office buildings because people couldn't just go home to their families, but unfortunately, tonight, there was too much chaos for any of that to matter.

"Harry," I greeted over the radio. "What's the status?"

"We found the missing hospital bus," he announced.

Dad made his way to the roof's edge and grabbed a pair of binoculars there. I walked over and squeezed in between Dad and the sniper. Dad looked through the binoculars with his glasses perched on his forehead.

"Then we have a hostage situation," Dad groaned. After assessing everything, he handed the binoculars to me.

I gladly took them and looked through them. There were hostages on the floor with there hands tied together, but they looked surprisingly calm for being hostages. Even I freaked out when I was taken hostage, but they looked completely normal. I moved the binoculars over to look at "clowns" the Joker brought up to watch over them. There were three of them lined up in a row, holding guns. They were just standing there in front of the windows. "It's a shooting gallery. Why would he choose a spot with such big windows? He's smarter than that."

"We have clear shots on five clowns," Harry announced over the radio. "Snipers take them out, smash the windows. Team rappels in; teams moves in by the stairwells. 2, 3 casualties max."

"Let's do it," Dad agreed.

"It's not that simple," a deep, dark voice growled behind us. I spun around first and looked into the eyes of Batman. He was just standing there, like everything was normal, but "normal" didn't happen to be a word in his vocabulary. The light wind blew his cape around his legs. "With the Joker, it never is." He had a point there.

I walked across the roof to him, not willing to play his games tonight. "What's simple is that every second we don't take him, those people on the ferries get closer to blowing each other up."

"That won't happen," Batman growled.

"Then he'll blow both of them up!" I reasoned. "I trusted you," I whispered into the breeze as I pulled my jacket closer around me.

Dad had also walked over and was on my side. "There's no time. We have to go in now!"

"There's always a catch with him," Batman rumbled.

"That's why we can't wait," Dad argued.

"We can't play his games," I said, swallowing. "More people always end up getting hurt than we expect."

"I need five minutes! Alone."

"NO!" Dad yelled.

"There's no time," I added.

Batman had made up his mind and walked towards the other edge of the building.

I pulled my gun, "We have clear shots!"

Batman was on the edge.

"Dent is in there!" Dad yelled with his gun drawn too. "We have to save Dent!"

Batman jumped.

Dad lowered his gun. "I have to save Dent," he mumbled. He turned to the sniper, "Get ready."

"No," I said clearly as I put my gun back in its holster. "Let him go, Dad." I could see the anger in his eyes as I defied him. "There's always a catch, and more people are gonna get hurt if we don't let Batman tell us it's all right. I don't have a good feeling about this."

The radio crackled. "Hey, guys, everything all right over there?" Harry asked. "I saw Batman."

Dad nodded.

I grabbed the radio. "Two minutes till go time," I ordered.

"We need to go in now, Al."

"Two minutes," I reiterated. "That's it."

"We need to go now!" Harry protested. "The more time we waste, the better chance our cover is blown."

"Two minutes, Captain!" I yelled.

There was a pause. "Last time I looked, Captain outranked Sergeant."

"I don't give a rat's ass about that right now! Give us two minutes."

There was a longer pause. "Yes, Ma'am."

I sighed and put the radio down on the edge.

Dad put his hand on my shoulder. "That was really brave, Al. Really, really brave." He smiled. "Good job." He picked up the binoculars and watched what was going on over at the Prewitt Building. His phone rang. "Hello." He handed the binoculars to me and walked away.

"Get ready to move in," I heard Harry say over the radio.

"On my signal," I added.

"Alex," he warned.

"Trust me, Harry."

"On Gordon's signal."

I held the binoculars to my eyes and just watched for a second. "Okay. Move in!" People dropped from the roof with their guns held in their hands. I trusted that the team on the stairs was climbing up to.

"Barbara, calm down," Dad pleaded.

I didn't turn around, but I kept one ear open in that direct as I watched the chaos unfold at Prewitt. "What's the status?"

"So far, so good," Harry declared.

"Perfect," the other guy announced.

"Harvey?" I heard Dad say into his phone. This time I turned around. "Where's my family?" Dad hung up after a second. He sighed heavily. "This isn't good," he mumbled.

The snipers loaded their weapons, and set their sights on the clowns. Harry was giving out orders for things that were going on inside the building. I pressed the binoculars against my eyes and looked at the roof, where the team was still dropping down.

"Red team, go!"

I saw an explosion by the stairs and SWAT poured onto the floor, swooping in towards the hostages and clowns. Their weapons were held close as they ran, and the rappelers were still making their way down the glass.

I watched the snipers' red dots on the white clown masks. "Take the shot," I ordered. There were three loud bangs as the glass shattered and then broke, but one thing was missing: the clowns. They were just gone. I looked away from the binoculars. "Something's off."

There was radio static. "They aren't putting down their weapons. Do we take 'em out?"

I sighed. It should've been easy, but something was telling me not to do it. "No."

"Wha—Ah!" There was just static.

Another SWAT came on. "Batman just took out one of our guys, and beat up one of the docs."

I mentally kicked myself. "Damn it!" I ran my hand over my hair. "Where is he?"

"Dunno," the guy answered. "Just disappeared."

Harry's team shot through the windows and landed on the floor. I put the binoculars back to my eyes and looked at the floor. They were pointing their guns at the clowns, probably telling them to drop their weapons. Out of nowhere, Batman slammed the gun of one of Harry's guys into his face, and elbowed Harry in the head, causing to fall to the ground.

"Harry! Harry, are you OK?" I yelled into the radio. "What the Hell is going on in there?" I ordered to anyone that would listen.

The final team leader answered me. "We're in the elevator, and everything is just fine right now."

"Do you have visual on anything else?"

"We're in an elevator," he repeated.

"Sorry," I replied to the radio. "Keep me posted as much as possible." I cursed myself again for letting Batman go in there. "I trusted him," I murmured to the wind. "Why in the world did I trust him again?" I turned my sights to our only hope of getting the Joker, and they were storming off the elevator with their weapons ready. Batman had managed to predict this again, and was beating them up. A few seconds later, a bomb exploded, and our guys fell down a floor. "Take him out!" I ordered. "Take Batman out!" I looked at the building and saw a gun trained on Batman.

"We got him," the unexpected helicopter announced. "He's outta the game."

"Where the Hell did you come from?" I ordered.

"Saw the commotion from the docks," he replied. "Figured you could use the help."

"Thanks."

Batman kicked the SWAT guy over the edge, and every single officer left was pulled over the edge to the concrete below. Instead of falling to their death, they just dangled on the side of the building. Why didn't he just let them die if he wasn't on our side? Then it clicked, like a light bulb over my head. I understood the catch.

"The clowns are the prisoners," I mumbled in awe. It was pure and utter genius. I grabbed the radio. "Change of plans. Save the clowns, attack the prisoners!"

"Are you crazy?" one of the dangling SWAT members asked.

"Think about it. There's always a catch, and the clowns wouldn't lower their weapons. Those idiots the Joker hires aren't that brave." The SWAT began attacking the prisoners and saving the clowns, but what drew my attention was what was happening a few floors up. The Joker was there, with his new dogs. They were attacking Batman, and Batman wasn't winning. "Helicopter?"

"Yeah?"

"Ascend a few floors, and stand by."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Batman was shoved through a piece of glass and out onto scaffolding. The Joker was on top of him in a second with a piece of metal, probably pipe, suffocating him.

"Red team, Alex, the hostages are safe."

"Good," I replied to the radio.

"Gordon, we got the Joker in our sights. What do we do?"

"Stand by."

"It's midnight, Al," I heard Harry say.

I sighed in relief that he was okay. "I know. Tell me if and when the Joker gets a detonator. Until then, stand by."

I watched intently at the scene displayed before me. The Joker on top Batman looking completely mystified, and Batman just lying there, putting up no fight what so ever. Then I saw it: the detonator. "On my signal," I ordered. "Ready, aim—" Batman shot something from his arms into the Joker, and the detonator flew backwards, and the Joker flew over the side of the building. "Get him!"

Dad tapped my shoulder. "Al, Dent's got Barbara and the kids."

I lowered the binoculars from my eyes and turned around. "What?" was all I could say.

Dad just nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

He shrugged. "I don't think that he'll do anything to them without me there."

I pondered that for a second, deciding that he was right. "Where are they?"

"250 52nd Street."

"Let's go," I said as I ran towards of the stairwell with Dad on my heels.

We tore down the stairs until we got to the elevator, which was considerably faster than us until we hit the ground. We sprinted towards the car and gunned it towards 250 52nd Street, where Two-Face was waiting for us.

Well, that was considerably longer than I expected it to be, so there will probably be three chapters left considering how long the next one shall be. I can't believe that we're this close to finishing the movie. I'm kinda sad. Well, I might not be able to update tomorrow, but I will update very soon. Again, titles for the sequel would be welcome. Please review. You know how I love those =). Clicky the button.