The cathedral was packed as Jackie and her boys sat at the front row with Bruce, Alfred, and Ed sitting next to them; feeling the eyes of the entire criminal community watching and sympathizing.

Jackie took in a deep breathe as she looked behind her to see all the faces of people she had come into contact with for the last ten years; Gordon being the closest to her.

She sighed as she turned back towards the casket that was closed; Jackie told herself that she didn't want to see Jonathan; not like that. But deep down she knew that she wanted to see him one last time.

However it was too late as she looked back up at Jonathan's casket.

As the pastor stood in front of the hundreds of guests, he cleared his throat and began to speak of how they were all there to bury their 'son' Jonathan Crane, and how he was a loving and devoted husband and father.

Jackie could feel a knot in her stomach; she couldn't take it as she stood up and ran to the back of the cathedral where she left the funeral entirely.

Julian and Ben turned to Bruce who simply shook his head and pulled them both closer to him, making sure that they were both secure.


Jackie leaned against a column in the entrance of the church as she tried to contain her tears, hyperventilating as she gripped tightly to her dress, beginning to move to the closest seat.

As the tears began to stream down her cheek, she heard the cathedral doors open and close gently; Jackie could see from the corner of her eye Bruce approaching her with a box of tissues in his hand.

Bruce sat next to her without saying a word, holding her hand tightly as he began to brush the tears away from her face and adjusting her now smeared make-up.

They both could hear the music playing and echoes of the microphone from where they were sitting, Bruce was silent as he cleaned up Jackie and threw the tissues away.

"Alright, are you ready?" Bruce asked softly.

Jackie took a deep breathe "Yeah, I guess." She muttered, standing up and adjusting her dress before hugging Bruce.

"Remember, all those people in there love you very much…even the scary ones." Bruce whispered.

Jackie chuckled as she let go of Bruce, cleared her throat as she adjusted her hair; she nodded "Okay." She muttered.

"I'll be in there in a minute." Jackie spoke, giving Bruce one more hug before watching Bruce Wayne walk back inside the cathedral.

Jackie checked her reflection through a window as she tried to hide the evidence of her crying when she felt eyes peering on her.

She softly turned around to find nobody behind her, she looked around the entrance to find nobody yet the feeling still remained before she finally walked back inside the cathedral.


The Crane house was full of people as everybody shuffled in the house, speaking amongst each other while Jackie remained in the kitchen; the loneliest place in the house.

Jackie sipped on a cup of coffee as people walked in and out of the kitchen, taking bites of food and giving her their condolences, Jackie simply smiled and took them for what they were.

Julian sat next to Bruce on the couch, listening to the conversation between him and Commissioner Gordon, who was sipping on a beer the entire night; in fact Julian was sure he was sipping on the same beer all night.

"Mrs. Crane, I'm so sorry for your loss." A random thug commented as he shook the hand of his boss' wife.

Jackie faked a smile as she shook the thug's hand and moved on to beginning to clean up the kitchen since she knew that everybody would soon be calling it a night.

As she began to get all the trash together and throwing it all into one giant bag as she elbowed someone's gut; she jumped as she turned around to apologize when she recognized the face.

"Harvey…" Jackie spoke.

Harvey Dent, or as the criminal world knew him, Two-Face, stood in front of Jackie, catching her arm as he gave her his non-intentional crooked smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" Harvey spoke, letting go of her arm.

Jackie sighed as she nodded "No, it's okay. I've just been jumpy all day." She said, putting the trash in her hands in the giant trash bag.

Harvey touched her shoulder as she stood back up, making eye contact with the widow "I'm really sorry about Jonathan, I could always tell that you both were very much in love." He said.

The widow nodded "Thank you." She whispered.

"And if you or the boys need anything, you call me, alright?" Harvey spoke, taking a strong grasp on her shoulder.

Jackie looked at him strongly, she had never seen anybody take such initiative before, she nodded "Okay, I will." She promised, bringing the man in for a hug, who held her tightly.

Harvey finally let Jackie go before he walked out of the kitchen, leaving her alone in her thoughts as she began to clean up the mess in the kitchen once again.


After the final guest had left, Jackie was throwing bags beyond bags of trash away. She had sent the boys to bed and left herself alone once again to ponder in her thoughts.

Jackie was having a hard time keeping her eyes open as she placed her new bag of trash onto the kitchen floor before walking into the living room and crashing on the couch.

The woman sighed as she glared at the ceiling for a moment, fighting her tiredness before she finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.


Jackie opened her eyes to see Jonathan laying next to her, smiling as she opened her eyes wide.

They glanced at each other before she reached for his hand "I miss you so much." She whispered.

Jonathan continued to smile as he took her hand.

"I can't bare it Jonathan!" she told him again. "Why did you leave me?" she asked.

Jonathan shook his head "I never left you."

"Yeah, you did." She said, getting choked up.

Jonathan smiled as he shook his head "No. I never did."


Jackie stirred in her sleep as Ed calmly shook her away "Jackie?" he whispered to her.

She unconsciously pushed Ed away as she turned in the couch, going back to sleep.

"Jackie!" Ed said, shaking her violently until she finally turned around to face him.

"WHAT! Jackie asked, turning to Ed in distain.

Ed stood up and stared down at Jackie "We need to talk." He told her.

Jackie looked at Ed "Seriously? Right now?" she asked, getting angrier every second.

"Yes." Ed spoke, walking away from the couch.

Jackie huffed as she slowly began to sit up on the couch, looking around the room that looked clean, and spotless from the event of the other night.

She turned to the kitchen where Ed was beginning to sit down at the dinning table, she knew that something serious was going down; but she wouldn't know until she got up off the couch.