Hey guys! I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I was so busy. I was playing on my xbox when my phone started flashing and then i saw someone had reviewed, Then i thought i might aswell continue my story :D i wanna finish this badboy cos i want to write some of the later scenes. I CANT SAY ANYTHING, cos ive been planning this for a while. But fangirls... you will squeal ;DDDDDDDDD

Alice

When I found out Rachel had died, my whole body shut down.

Tears poured down my face, Bruce held me up as my legs collapsed from under me.

Luckily I had been discharged from hospital after extensive checks, to make sure they hadn't done anything to me.

Now I knew why nobody would tell me what happened. My best friend was dead.

I felt heartless for thanking God it wasn't Bruce.

These thoughts just sent me into a deeper wave of mourning and self-hatred.

It had been three days since I was discharged, I Felt nothing but guilt; Why was it me who was saved?

I knew the answer to that: It was Bruce.

I would never be angry at him for saving me, but I will always feel guilt for what happened.

After another two days of depression, Bruce obviously thought enough was enough.

On the third day he came into our bedroom and pulled away the covers, he took me in his arms stroking my cheek and wiping away my tears.

"Alice. I understand how you feel but lying around feeling sorry won't help, we need to finish this; if not for our sakes then for Rachel."

I nodded pulling myself up slowly, almost throwing myself into his arms feeling safer the second his arms caged around me.

"I… I Just miss her so much" I uttered my body completely out of tears.

Bruce nodded stroking my hair.

I blinked and sniffed, Enough was enough. The joker would pay. I owe that much to Rachel.

I quickly pulled myself up and sped to the bathroom to change and wash.

When I came out Bruce and Alfred were watching the news.

"Morning…" I said

"More like afternoon" Bruce corrected as he came and wrapped an arm around me where we sat on the sofa.

"Wait a second. I've seen that creep before."

"He was a lawyer at Wayne enterprises"

"Oh yeah. He was talking to Fox"

Bruce nodded, from where his chin was placed on the back of my head.

That's when the Jokers voice came over the phone.

"I had a vision 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 and it was so boring."

"I've had a change of heart. I don't want Mr Reese spoiling everything, But why should I have all the fun? Let's give someone else a chance: If Coleman Reese isn't dead in 60 minutes, I'm going to blow up a hospital"

I raised my eyebrows as Bruce jumped up

"I need you plugged in and checking Gordon's men and their families" he told my gramps.

I followed him into the lift.

"Alice—"

"Don't bother. I'm coming with you."

"Looking for what?" My grandpa asked

"Hospital admissions"

"Will you be needing the Batpod, sir?"

"In the middle of the day Alfred? Not very subtle…"

"The Lamborghini then, Very subtle." He mumbled as the doors shut.

Bruce was clad in a no-doubt expensive suit, and no matter how much I tried to take my mind off it, I couldn't help but admire how hot he was, When he had his business face on.

I looked down at myself, I knew I must pale in comparison to him.

My brown hair fell straight around my face, from being quickly blow dried. I had no make-up on which made me look pale and I was wearing Black skinny jeans with a long flowing t-shirt and suede boots.

I must have been staring at him, because he turned to me and curiously raised an eye-brow.

I shook my head and waved my hand,

"Nothing" I said cracking my first smile in nearly six days.

He reached forward and grasped my chin. Bruce pulled me forward and slowly kissed my lips.

"I've missed that smile" He whispered against my lips.

I leaned forward and joined our lips once more, before the lift doors dinged. Signalling we were on our floor.

We walked out into the garage and got into the grey Lamborghini, Honestly I had no taste for cars like this.

We sped quickly down the freeway, trying to get as close as we could to the CGN studio's.

Bruce cut between traffic speeding quickly, switching lanes.

I dug my nails into the chair, fearing.

"I always feel like I'm going to die with you driving." I mumbled the same words I had so many months ago.

I saw the corners of his mouth go up into a slight smile.

"I think I've heard you say that before" he replied as we slowed outside the studio.

I leaned against the window squinting my eyes to see the officers.

"I see—O'Brien and Richards."

We sped off again, following the truck.

I closed my eyes and tried to think.

"I saw Burns and Zachary."

"Nothing on them" Alfred's voice echoed through the car.

"There was one other patrolman I don't know him."

"Send the information to Gordon." Bruce instructed

We weaved between traffic trying to keep up with the truck.

That's when I noticed a car waiting in an alley.

"Bruce…"

I pointed at the truck.

That's when the car started speeding towards the police truck.

"GO!" we sped quickly towards it.

I undid my belt and leaned towards Bruce.

When the vehicle collided with us, I smacked my head off of the metal.

Other than that I was fine.

"You okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Fine, you?"

"Peachy."

Someone forced open Bruce's door, he was helped out as someone came around and offered me assistance.

We sat together on the curb, as Gordon came around.

"Mr Wayne and Miss Carter, isn't it? That's a very brave thing you did."

"What? Trying to catch the light?"

"You weren't protecting the van?"

"Why, who's in there?"

We looked over as Coleman Reese got out.

"Don't you think we should go to the hospital?" I asked

"You don't watch a whole lot of news do you Miss Carter"

All of a sudden there was a loud rumbling as Gotham General went up in flames.

Gordon stalked off as me and Bruce sat there playing clueless.

I was back in the game and one way or another,

I was going to make the Joker pay for what he did.