"What do you mean the bridges have been raised?" Gordon snapped as he looked at the leader of the small SWAT team who stood in front of the raised bridge. The man shrugged once, chewing the gum in his mouth as Isabelle stood behind Gordon, listening to what was happening and she failed to believe it.

"Detective, the bridges aren't going to be lowered for anyone. The breakout at Arkham is too much for anyone to comprehend. If they got onto the main island then we'd be in trouble. We need to contain the problem here." The officer informed Jim who ran a hand down his hair and shook his head, sniffing once as he pointed to the main island and then looked over to Arkham.

"We need more men!" he yelled. "If they've escaped Arkham then the situation is graver than we have thought!"

"Most of the men are here," the office replied as a buzz came in from his radio and Jim looked at Isabelle, realising he wasn't getting anything else from the officer. He hit his fist against the lamppost before a voice called out his name.

"Detective!" she shouted out and he looked over to where a young woman ran, holding something in her hand as she stood in front of Gordon.

"What are you doing here, Miss Dawes?" he asked her, his voice fraught and full of worry as she shook her head and handed him the device which she was carrying.

"I was sent to give this to you," she hissed at him. "The Batman said you may need it."

Gordon looked down at it and wondered what she was talking about.

"It's the antidote against the toxin," she whispered, leaning closer to his ear and he nodded. The sudden noise of gunfire rang out in between the buildings and everyone instinctively ducked down as Jim looked at the two women.

"I need to go and see what is happening," he declared, pulling his gun out of the holder which it had sat in as he pointed at the bridge.

"Stay by there and don't move," he insisted and then rushed off into the dead of the night.

Isabelle looked at Rachel who nodded at her, trying to smile and be encouraging as mist suddenly seemed to come around them.

"Come on," Rachel spoke lowly, hearing the ringing of more gunfire as Isabelle wondered where her husband was. A mass breakout in Arkham, the officer had said. That would include her Jonathan. He'd be in the streets somewhere.

"It is quite the mess, huh?" Rachel declared, kneeling down by the bridge as Isabelle did the same, her eyes darting around, looking at the officers who slowly disappearing into the Narrows. "Dr Crane certainly knows how to cause panic."

Isabelle looked at her as she spoke his name and Rachel took in the way the younger woman was staring at her. Her eyes were large, covered over by a glaze as she arched a brow in her direction and Isabelle took her gaze away from the woman's, shaking her head as she did so.

But, she did notice the way she moved her hand down to the rings on her finger and began to mess with them, turning them around as she continued to look into the Narrows. And then she looked back up at her. She'd been in Crane's office a few times. She'd noted the only picture which sat on his desk. The picture of a woman who was stood on the steps to an apartment, a small white dress covering her frame as she turned her head to the side and smiled.

She had asked Jonathan about her. He had answered curtly, informing her that it was his wife before he took the picture from her hands.

"You're his wife," Rachel suddenly said and Isabelle looked back at her. "You're married to him."

Isabelle had nothing to say back to that as she felt Rachel judging her. She knew what she was thinking. She was wondering if she had a part to play in all of this. She was wondering if she knew her husband was a sadistic, mentally ill man.

"The smoke...it's moving closer," Isabelle suddenly spoke out and Rachel nodded in agreement.

"You...you didn't take any of the antidote..." Rachel began to panic slightly as Isabelle shifted her weight to a more comfortable position.

Before Isabelle could reply, the shouts of a little boy were heard from near them and Rachel instinctively stood up and moved over to him, helping him and assuring him that she would find his parents with him. Isabelle took a deep breath, preparing to go over to them, but, it was too late. A group of officers advanced over to them and before she knew it, they were back in the Narrows.

Isabelle began to panic, looking around as the smoke finally moved into her system and she shook her head, looking around as she heard the shouts and screams of people. This couldn't be happening.

She moved away, trying to get clear of the horrific noises as she found herself backing down a small alleyway, constantly turning to make sure no one was following her or could attack. Her breathing deepened as she poked her head around the corner, her brow began to sweat as she heard the yells of a woman and she remained where she was, resting against the brick wall, her palms flat against the material of it as she closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing.

"And what do we have here?" a sudden voice asked and Isabelle's orbs opened. She moved down the wall, but, it was no use. The man grabbed onto her elbow and she looked at his face which was clouded. An orange jumpsuit covered his body as he flung her back against the wall, his hand travelling down to her chin as the gun pressed against her throat.

"I think you should be quiet as I do this," he drawled, his mouth enclosing around her ear and Isabelle sobbed once. The feel of his mouth on her skin made her sick, her whole body convulsed as she felt bile rise in her throat. Jonathan had achieved what he wanted. His fear toxin was working. She felt his hand grope at the bottom of her blouse as she wormed around under his touch, her sobs audible but not being listened to.

"Sh," he urged her. "It is just you and me."

"No!" Isabelle snapped out as he reached for the pants to his suit.

"That's my wife."

And then she felt something stir deep inside of her. Hearing his protective voice was all that she needed at that moment in time. The weight from the man was dragged from her as she looked up to see a large horse. But, it didn't look like a horse. Its eyes were red and full of fire as it looked down on her. The man on top of it wore a brown mask, covering his face and showing the same red eyes as the horse. Isabelle slid down the wall, becoming more scared as she buried her head into her hands. It wasn't real. None of this was real.

The man in the jumpsuit was knocked unconscious as Jonathan hit him around the head with the metal piping he had found lurking around and he looked at his wife, unable to believe what he had almost just witnessed. What would have happened if he turned up later?

He moved from the horse, his footsteps loud as he moved closer to his wife and bent down to her height, moving her hands from her eyes and forcing her to look at him as she let out a hollowing scream of panic and Jonathan froze as she fought against him.

"It's me," he simply spoke. "I said I'd come back for you, Isabelle."

"No!" she yelled at him, the mask making her squirm as he chuckled loudly.

"The toxin shall wear off soon and then you'll be better, Isabelle," he promised her, roughly grabbing her and hauling her to her feet. She fought against him, the mask which he wore scaring her to death as she began to cry loudly.

"No...you're not him...you're not..."

"You'll find that I am," he assured her, bringing her body flush against his as his bare hand stroked her cheek and she trembled under his touch. "I'm the man you married, Isabelle."

"No," she replied hastily, coughing as she tried to breathe and swallow at the same time. "You're not him."

"Don't make me hurt you, Isabelle," he snapped at her, violently shaking her body as he looked at the horse which was making a noise. "I've kept my self-control with you."

"Unlike my father?" she snapped at him as he rolled his eyes under the mask.

"He deserved it," he promised her, shoving her towards the horse and pushing her upwards. She fought against him, her hands scratching again his arms, but they were covered in the grey jacket which he wore as he pushed her back, trying to restrain her hands as they flew wildly at him and she screeched in pain.

"No!" she roared. "I'm not...going with you..."

"Says who?" Jonathan chuckled.

"Me."

Jonathan quickly turned around to see the large figure stood before him, his eyes glaring at the mask and Jonathan chuckled again, releasing Isabelle as he looked at the Batman before him. He held his fist in one hand and his jaw was set in a stubborn manner as he looked at Jonathan who was grinning.

"You have no authority here," he assured the Batman. "This is my territory. "

"I don't think so," Batman replied, lunging for Jonathan who ducked under from his movement and Batman pushed Isabelle behind him as Jonathan moved over to his horse. He knew he stood no chance against the Batman and he would find Isabelle again. She couldn't hide forever.

Batman watched as Crane raced away and he looked at Isabelle who was staring at him. She didn't seem scared or worried as she looked at his face and Batman seemed thankful for that as he grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her down another alleyway, knocking a man unconscious as he did so.

"You need to hide here," he drawled at her. "I'll come back for you."

"No," she panicked. "I can't stay alone...I can't..." she worried as the Batman wondered what to do with her. He slowly bent down to her and she looked at him.

"Do you trust me?" he wondered.

"Yes." She nodded and he grabbed her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he placed his hand over her mouth and she struggled against him, wondering what the hell he was doing as she felt air leave her body and she slowly drifted off into sleep.

...

Isabelle slowly peeled her eyelids open and she looked around where she was. She was resting on something comfortable, she knew that much. It took a moment for her to become accustomed to where she was as she sat up in her bed. She didn't remember passing out there. Maybe it had all been a dream. She was in bed. She had been asleep. It had to have been a dream. She quickly turned her head to look to the side where Jonathan should be, but it was vacant.

"How are you feeling?"

She looked over to the corner of her room, wondering who was with her as she reached for the light switch to illuminate the room. She had to blink quickly to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her as Bruce Wayne stood in the corner of her room, his body covered in black armour and a mask held in his hands as he looked at her.

"What happened?" she wondered and Bruce remained quiet for a second as Isabelle allowed the memories to rush back into her head and she pressed a cool hand against her cheek, feeling herself begin to cry as she remembered.

"I'm sorry," Bruce said to her, noting how she buried herself back into the bed, her hands moving under her pillow as her face pressed into the white cushion. "He's still out there...the police...they want to talk to you. Your mother is on the way back from California." Bruce explained to her.

What had he expected when he came back to her apartment? Had he expected her to thank him for saving her life from one of the sadistic men he had ever met? Had he expected her to fall at his feet and praise him?

He didn't know what he had expected, but, what he was seeing seemed the most logical step as Isabelle sniffed loudly, her whole body shaking under the covers as Bruce sighed once.

He thought she may have questions regarding him being the Batman, but, he knew she had just lost the one man who meant everything to her. Her love for Jonathan Crane was something Bruce had never witnessed before in anyone. It was like a piece of her had been ripped out.

"I'll have the police stay outside your apartment in case he comes back. Gordon only wants to talk to you when you're up to it," Bruce informed her and she managed to look up at him. "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes," she whispered simply. "But...he's gone..."

Bruce nodded once, sliding the mask back onto his head as he looked pityingly at her and she watched as he stalked out of her room and she lay back onto the bed, her tears falling onto Jonathan's pillow as she wished for it all to be a dream.

...

Her sorrow soon turned to anger as she stood in the living room and looked at everything in the apartment. Everything reminded her of Jonathan. Before she knew it, she was throwing things around, smashing vases and destroying all the papers on his desk as she moved into the kitchen and picked his mug up, throwing it into the sink, cutting herself as she did so. Her roars of anger died down as she looked at her hands and the smashed furniture. Her blooded hands moved through her blonde hair as she sunk to the floor in the kitchen and felt her body shut down again.

...

Lydia opened the door to her daughter's apartment, using the spare key which she had been given and she looked around, fearing the worst as she saw the mess which had been made. He hadn't gotten to her, had he? No...the apartment was being protected. Lydia dropped the key into her pocket before she moved through the apartment, watching herself on the broken shards of glass and everything else before she heard a strangled noise from the kitchen. She moved into it, noting her daughter on the floor, her arms around her knees as she sobbed.

"Isabelle," Lydia sighed, rushing over to her and falling to her knees beside her, her arm moving around her shoulders as she looked at her blooded, cut hands and the blood in her hair. It was evident she had caused this mess.

"Sh, honey, try to calm down," Lydia offered her daughter some words of meek advice as Isabelle pushed herself closer to her mother.

"He lied to me," she sobbed, spitting and blubbering as she did so. "He lied to me, mom...he...dad...Jonathan...he's not...he lied..."

"I know," Lydia replied, kissing the top of her head as she did so.

"What have I done?" Isabelle worried. "What did I marry?"

Lydia didn't have a response to that. The only thing she could do was be a mother and hold her child as tight as she could.

...

A/N: By no means is the end! I do believe Dr Crane is about to make another appearance in either the next chapter or the one after! Mr Wayne shall also be back...and then...I have The Dark Knight Rises and Crane is in that and I can't wait to write that one!

Thank you to mahxie, BaDWolF89, Undertaker's Hattress and Zeny for reviewing the previous chapter!

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