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Alice

I awoke to a gloved hand on my face.

I opened my eyes to see Bruce staring down at me, smiling.

"What's the matter?" I asked confused as to why he'd woken me in the middle of the night.

"I need you to be careful, The Jokers taken it too far. I'm going to stop him, Alice. You are my only weakness—I need you far away from the fight."

"But—"

"No buts, not this time."

"Bruce I'm not a—"

"No buts" he told me sternly.

I sighed and sat in bed.

He leaned forward and held my cheek.

"Be careful" I told him

"Always am."

I leaned forward kissing his lips, I knew this could very well be the last time I saw him.

He pulled back and walked out of the room, trying not to look back.

I rose and pulled on some of my jeans and a t-shirt.

My phone rang from on our bedside table.

"Hello?" I answered

"Meet me at the warehouse where she died."

"Harvey? Whats going on" I asked as I heard the sobbing woman in the background.

"Just come."

I pulled on my shoes and leather jacket and ran for the front door.

I hailed a taxi and gave the address.

As the cab stopped outside, I jumped out and ran to where Gordon lay on the floor.

Harvey's voice echoed through the building.

"Do you know what it's like to talk to the person you love more than anything and have to tell them everything's going to be alright, when you know it's not?"

Gordon shook his head in defeat.

"Well you're about to—then you can look me in the eye and tell me your sorry."

"You're not going to hurt my family… no—just the person you love the most."

He raised the gun to the woman's head "Is it the wife?"

"Put the gun down Harvey." My voice rang out, Gordon looked up in shock.

"You came" He said evenly.

"Leave his family alone."

He continued ignoring me; He pointed the gun at his son and smiled.

"It seems we have a winner."

"I'm Sorry… For everything" Gordon told him "Please don't hurt my son"

"You bought your cops?" he asked

"No—they only know there's a situation."

"Harvey—If you have to blame someone, blame me. Not Jim"

"You don't want to hurt the boy Harvey"

I looked quickly to my right. Bruce—Well batman was standing there nearly two metres away.

"It's not about what I want. It's about what's fair!—You thought we could be decent men, in an indecent time." He shouted "But you were wrong, The world is cruel. And the only morality in a cruel world is chance. It's the same chance she had… 50/50"

"What happened to Rachel wasn't chance, we decided to act, us three." Batman reasoned

"Then why was I the only one who lost everything"

"You're not" I croaked shaking my head.

"The joker chose me!"

"Because you were the best of us! He wanted to prove that someone as good as you could fall" Bruce told him

"And he was right."

"You're the one pointing the gun Harvey, So point it at the people responsible" I shouted

"Fair enough."

He pointed the gun at me and flipped his coin.

I didn't see which side it landed on as the shot rang out.

A bullet indented itself in my shoulder; I fell to the ground as Bruce caught me.

"No…" Gordon whimpered.

"Save the boy" I whispered to Bruce.

As Harvey through the coin in the air, Bruce jumped up and tackled him off the side of the building.

I pulled myself up, placing pressure on my shoulder as my hands became covered in blood.

I heard wood snapping and the thud of a body landing on the ground.

I carried on ignoring the pain; I pushed myself up and down the stairs. I clambered unsteadily to Bruce's rising form.

"Thank you" Jim Gordon said.

"You don't have to thank me"

"Yes I do—The Joker won. Harvey's prosecution, everything he fought for - undone. Any chance you gave us at fixing our city dies with Harvey's reputation. We bet it all on him. The Joker took the best of us and tore him down. People will lose hope."

"They must never know what he did"

"Five dead, two of them cops? You can't sweep that up!"

"No. But the Joker cannot win. "He reached forward as he stopped in front of Harvey. He turned his face to the none scarred side. "Gotham needs its true hero"

"No!" I called understanding immediately

"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.I can do those things because I'm not a hero, not like Dent. I killed those people. That's what I can be."

"No, no! You can't, you're not!" Gordon agreed with me.

"I'm whatever Gotham needs me to be."

"They'll hunt you"

"You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me, set the dogs on me because that's what needs to happen. Because sometimes the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded." He told us as before he turned and ran.

"Batman? Batman! Why is he running, Dad?" Jim's son called.

"Because we have to chase him" Jim told him

"But he hasn't done anything wrong."

"Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So, we'll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he's not our hero. He's a silent guardian. A watchful protector. A Dark Knight." I told the young boy.