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Kris—I'm glad that it was good. Yeah, Al'll be okay, and I totally agree. I don't think that she would want to stay in the hospital anyway. Okay that makes sense, and I kinda expected something like that. Don't worry about being a dork; I'm a klutz. Hehe. Everyone has their quirks.

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Sabre—Well, I would hope that the happy rectangular button would be relatively self-explanatory ;). I can't believe that you squealed, and it made me laugh to hear that. I squealed when I finally got it written. =P It took forever! But you all ready know that. I thought that Bruce's note would add a little bit of humor to it, maybe. Here's the next chapter.

Madelineex3—Yeah, some happiness. Hopefully enough to keep him going. Glad that you liked the chapter, and I'm glad that you were happy about it not being the last chapter. Good luck with the storm. That's pretty amazing that you've lived through that many hurricanes. I never have, but that's because we don't really get hurricanes in Colorado. =D

Okay, well, this is the last chapter. I know, it's sad, but don't forget about the sequel. =D Don't have much to say. Enjoy.

We pulled onto 34th Street to be greeted by media. Why wasn't I surprised? There was a swarm of people filling the streets, and I was really happy that we had closed off the street. There was a platform in front of the Gotham Courthouse with a red wood podium and a couple pictures of Dent. The American flag and Gotham's flag framed the platform with white lilies arranged all over it. Everyone was wearing either black or navy, and the men had on their best ties. Cameras from the media crews flashed light when they took pictures. Did they have no respect? I hated Dent, but it was still his funeral, and his family was grieving. I stood next to Dad, hoping to blend into the crowd. I hated funerals ever since Mom died, and being a cop, meant I had attended a few in my life, but never this big. Loeb's didn't count because I was technically on sniper watch.

Someone tapped my shoulder.

I cringed and turned around and smiled. It was Dent's mother. Swell.

"Are you Alex Gordon?" she asked with tears at her eyes.

I put on the sympathetic cop routine. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," she sobbed and put a tissue to her eyes. "Harvey spoke of you often."

Oh crap! "I'm flattered," I attempted. I looked over at Dad, who had his eyebrows raised.

"You should be, dear," she said, putting her hand on my arm. "He said that you were one of the most loyal cops in this city. That you weren't afraid of standing up for what you believed in." I really was not expecting that. I thought that the guy hated me up to high heaven.

I didn't have anything to say to that. "Again, I'm so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Dent." I smiled and shook her hand. People began to take their seats, or whatever seat they could find. "I think that the ceremony is starting." I walked away and sat in the front row as Dad stepped up to the podium.

"We all know why we're here," he began. "To mourn the loss of one of Gotham's finest men: Harvey Dent. He went from just a man trying to make himself known when he was at Internal Affairs to a man that everyone in Gotham looked up to as the DA in a time when Gotham needed him most, a time when he was our rock, our light, in a dark, unstable time. He was more than just a man that put more than half of Gotham's criminals in jail and the entire mob; he was a hero. Definitely not the hero we deserved, but certainly the hero we needed. Nothing less than a knight. Shining in the darkness the Joker created. He was our White Knight when everything looked black. A man that gave his life trying to save my family." He bowed his head. "Rest in peace, Harvey."

I looked around at everyone. Some were nodding, and most were crying. My eyes locked on Bruce Wayne; he just stood there silently towards the back. He was wearing a much nicer suit than really anyone else here; there were obviously major perks of being a billionaire. He stared at the picture of Dent for a while, and eventually I pulled my eyes back to Dad, who was done talking and had taken a seat next to me.

"Now what?" I whispered.

He leaned over to my ear. "We wait 'til the service is over. It's polite." His cologne wafted into my nose.

"You wore cologne?" I asked incredulously.

He shrugged. "It's a relatively formal occasion."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I leaned back in the seats and listened to random people go up to the podium and talk about Dent. All of them seemed to love him. Did none of them know that he was a two face? It made me mad that he was going to go away as a hero, when he really was just a guy that did a lot of good, and then turned bad and killed five people! I clenched my fists. I couldn't just sit here and listen to this without making a scene. I stood up and walked over to the sidewalk and began to walk around, mostly back towards the car and away from the funeral. I heard footsteps behind me, and I immediately assumed that it was the media. "No comment. Now leave me alone," I groaned.

"Al, what are you talking about?" Wilson asked.

I stopped and turned around. "I thought that it would be the media, not you."

"Oh," he sighed. "You look nice with your hair down." He blushed a little bit.

I smiled. "Thanks, but I didn't really have a choice."

He raised his eyebrows.

I pulled back the right side of my hair to reveal the shaved rectangle.

"Oh."

"Yeah, but I don't think that we'll really be doing anything incredibly hard for the next few weeks anyway."

"What do you mean?"

I sighed and motioned for us to keep walking down the street. I ran my hands up and down my arms as the wind picked up.

Wilson took off his suit coat and put it over my shoulders.

I looked over at him and smiled. "Thanks." I kept walking until we made it to the corner, which over looked the park. I stopped and looked at the green that made up the park, and the gray clouds that promised more rain tonight. "The Joker has put this city in a stand-still," I said. "All the other criminal activity has stopped. Granted, Dent put most of the mob in prison, but Gotham is shell shocked by the pure evil of the Joker. Gotham's criminals, along with everyone else, are going to be taking it easy so they can put the pieces back into place, even us," I realized sadly.

"Especially us," Wilson said. He looked at me. "What really happened a couple nights ago? Gordon won't budge."

I tense up. "What do you mean?"

"For some reason, I don't see Batman killing those five people. I actually don't see him killing anyone."

I pulled Wilson's jacket tighter around me as I felt chills crawl up and down my spine. I looked over at Bruce, who was still staring at the swarm of people, but he didn't seem to be paying attention. I knew that Dad didn't want people to know this, but it was Wilson. I couldn't do this to Dad, though. "I don't really remember what happened. I was hit in the head. It was all pretty fuzzy, except for the fact that I saved Jimmy from getting killed," I lied. I saw everyone getting up, and Dad began to walk my way. I slid the jacket from my shoulders and handed it back to Wilson. "I should get going. Dad's over there. See ya back at what's left of MCU." I jogged off to join Dad back at the sedan.

He opened the car door. "You know I was just about to go look for you."

I smiled innocently. "What?"

He shook his head.

"I didn't want to make a scene, okay?"

He shrugged and swung into the driver's seat.

I narrowed my eyes as I got into the passenger seat carefully. "So I'm guessing that we're going back to MCU?"

He nodded as the car started, and he pulled out into the stream of traffic that was departing from the memorial service.

We got back to MCU after like three hours of trying to get through the traffic. There were still fire crews looking through the rubble just to make sure that we didn't miss anything, and to sort through what we needed and began to throw out what we didn't need. The rebuild would probably start mid next week, but until then, the building was without heating, and it started to rain. Just what we needed because it was cold rain. I sighed in my office as the cold seeped in. I rummaged through my desk until I found my gray GPD sweatshirt. I struggled into it, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder as I pulled it over my head. I screamed in my head as I leaned on my desk to regain my composure. I continued to sort through the mass of files that were on the Joker. They would be going into a few boxes, never to be seen again, which I was fine with. I was going to need to move on, and I would, but I knew that it would be difficult. I knew that it would be difficult for all of us.

There was a knock on the door. It was Dad. He held up an axe. "Al, we need to destroy the bat-signal, you know."

I sighed and nodded. "It's not fair, Dad. He didn't do anything wrong."

"I know, Al." He sighed and moved towards the stairway.

I left my things scattered on the desk, except for the picture of Martin and I, which was back in its normal place on my computer. I got up and slid the sleeves down on the sweatshirt as I followed him up the stairs into the rain. We weren't the only ones up there; almost everyone in the building was up on the roof in the rain. The bat-signal was on, and off in the shadows, Batman was there. Dad held the axe like it was the weight of the world. I tried to pull it from him so that I could do it.

Dad pulled back. "You're not hurting your shoulder any more than it all ready is," he scolded in a very parental manner. He swung back, and I could tell that the pain in his eyes were more than just the pain from the axe. It was hard on me too. Batman hadn't done anything wrong; he saved Jimmy, Dad, and me. He even took a bullet himself to do that. What we were doing was not fair to him. Dad hit the bat-signal a few times before all the glass splintered and broke, letting the glass and metal bat fall onto the light. The rain quickly extinguished the light and the roof was covered in darkness. Everyone began to filter off the roof and back down to the office floor.

I looked back up to where Batman was. He was surprisingly still there, just sitting on the fire escape. The rain slid over his suit gracefully. I looked into his almost black eyes and smiled sadly. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, hoping that he would know. He nodded and jumped off into the sky, letting his wings carry him up to the rooftops. I turned back to Dad, who was just standing there over the bat-signal with the axe in his hand.

"Dad," I whispered.

"Barbara and I had a fight last night," he said quietly. "About this actually. Said that my job was completely consuming my life. Said that I still loved Jenny more than her; that I didn't even love her at all."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Dad, I'm sorry. Let's go inside though."

He turned around.

"The rain is really sinking through my sweatshirt."

He smiled and walked back downstairs, where every officer was still standing. "Mass police, fire, and EMT memorial tomorrow for the many that gave their lives in this battle. I want everyone in their dress uniforms." With that, he headed out the door, leaving all of us just standing there.

The next morning, I came to work in the black dress slacks, white shirt and tie that were required for our uniform, but I couldn't get the jacket on without hurting my shoulder too much. I had it draped over my arm as I walked into my office. I had straightened my hair and pulled it back into a neat bun, which did in fact show the shaved portion of my head, but I figured that I would be wearing my hat anyway. I sat down and just stared at Martin's picture for a while. He would be honored that we were doing this for him and all of the people that had died. I took off my hat and sat it on my desk. I grabbed my jacket and walked across the hall to Dad's office.

He was still standing by the coat rack, tightening his tie. I smiled as he turned around. He really did look really good in his dress uniform, but we never actually wore it that often. He smiled back at me, but it was more of just a way to return my smile, not like he was actually happy. I understood that; it was a giant memorial service for a bunch of our friends that had died.

"Dad, will you help me get into the jacket? My shoulder is deciding to be a pain," I groaned.

Dad nodded. He walked over and picked up the jacket. "Turn around." He helped me slide my left arm into the sleeve and put my right arm in too.

"That hurts," I whined.

He patted my shoulders as I turned around and began to button it up. "Your head looks a little better than it did the other day," he pointed out in a mocking tone.

I narrowed my eyes. "I'll be wearing my hat," I pointed out as I walked back to my office and grabbed my hat and piece of paper that had the speech I had written out last night. Yeah, I was in charge of doing the speech at this funeral, but I didn't really care. I felt extremely honored as I walked out the car and drove to the cemetery where the memorial would be held. It was a surprisingly sunny day for this time of year in Gotham, and it really made all the marble headstones sparkle. The green grass was still wet from the rain last night, and everything looked extremely eerie. There was a place by the trees where another platform was set up. There were five flags put up behind it: American, Gotham Police, Gotham Fire, Gotham EMT, and Gotham. It was surreal, and the white lilies weren't helping.

Wilson came up to me and stuck out his arm for me to take. He looked really quite dashing in his uniform. I felt myself blush a little bit as I took his arm and walked up to the platform. He let me stand at the podium and then took his seat behind me.

I pulled out the speech as people began to file in. Most of everyone that was there was wearing a uniform, and it was a very odd feeling to know that I would be giving the speech that was honoring each and everyone's friends and family that had died protecting this city. I felt adrenaline course through my veins; I had never done public speaking. At the top of the hour, I tapped the mic, which got everyone to sit down and shut up. I smiled nervously. "Hi, I'm Alex Gordon, which most of you know." I looked back at Dad, who was sitting directly behind me. He nodded his encouragement. "We're here today to pay our respects to the most honorable men and women of Gotham. They gave their lives so that we could still be here to protect the city that they loved. I knew most of them personally, and I know that having died in the line of duty is something that they would've wanted. I know that it's no consolation, but I think that all of them are smiling down on Gotham right now because we have won this war, and we wouldn't have been able to without their help." I began to discard the written up speech. "As I said, I knew most of them personally, and I have to say that it was a complete honor to have known them. They were all dedicated to serving, and some of them kept me going when I thought that Gotham was a lost cause. Because of them, each one of us still living will have a reason each and every day to continue doing what we do." I glanced back at the speech I had written. "To all of those who are no longer with us, rest in peace and know that Gotham is a better place because you were here and gave your lives." I nodded at the honor guard, who took their place in front of the podium.

They fired off their guns, which did take me back to Loeb's funeral, but I knew that no one was going to get hurt here. After the 21 Gun Salute, they began to lower the coffins into the ground. All of the firemen were lowered in first, and the remaining firemen raised their arms in salute as the coffins disappeared from sight. The EMTs were next, but there really weren't that many of them. Nevertheless, the EMTs lowered their heads in a silent respect. The police officers were last. Why? I didn't know, but there were quite a few of us that had died. As I raised my arm to the brim of my cap in salute and the coffins were lowered into the ground, I realized that despite the Joker's attempts to completely break us, we had only grown closer together and stronger because of this. We would move on from the horrible chapter in our lives because we were Gotham's Knights.

Well, that's the end. It makes me smile that I completed it, but I have to be honest: I have tears in my eyes right now. I really love the ending, and it makes me sad to know that this is the end of it. It was great fun to write, and I hope that it was great fun to read. I really loved all of your reviews, and I continue to love them. I don't know what else to say, which is sad because this story deserves so much more of a send off, but what am I gonna do? Anyway, review please. You know, that happy rectangular button that you should just clicky away at. =D