"And what is this evil plan of yours?" Isabelle wondered as she sat opposite Jonathan in the back of some kind of van. He had taken a seat on the wall across from hers, playing with his mask as he watched her sleep, affected by the drug as he wondered what to do with her. She had woken up, groggily accusing him of being a murdering asshole. How that had made him chuckle. He had been accused of being many things; an asshole was not on his list. Only his dear Isabelle could call him that.

"What do you mean?" Jonathan wondered, his chin sticking out as she rolled her eyes, looking at her tied wrists as she contemplated about how she could escape the nightmare which she was trapped in.

"You're on the run, Jonathan. You're a psychopath. You have to have an evil plan," she informed him and he chuckled to himself, stretching his legs out in front of him and rubbing the back of his neck which was sore.

"Do you think so?" he checked with her and she nodded once, still feeling droopy and tired as she allowed her eyes to close for a think so. "You've been watching too many horror films."

"Yes," she responded. "Of course, kidnapping me was stupid. And I don't like horror films. Don't you know anything about me?"

"I disagree," Jonathan responded. "You see; the police in Gotham react to public pressure. The majority of the population believe you're some kind of adulteress after your tryst with Bruce Wayne. They will have turned against you. When they hear that you've been kidnapped by me...well...they'll think that you had it coming...some may think that your affair drove me to this! The police will listen and the search for you won't be large. Trust me when I say that I'm the best thing for you."

Isabelle listened to him, unable to believe he was speaking any truth as she gritted her teeth together and felt sleepy again. She didn't know what Jonathan had given her, but she sure as hell felt relaxed as she almost fell to the floor and he spoke again.

"And, of course, I know you, Isabelle. We're married. Your favourite film is Atonement."

"Why did you do this?" she wondered suddenly in a drawl as Jonathan shrugged once.

"The League of Shadows approached me," he simply responded. "I thought they were going to hold Gotham to ransom...they had other ideas...they used me because I was at Arkham."

"What is the League of Shadows?" Isabelle wondered and Jonathan looked at her through narrowed eyes as he ran a hand through his hair.

"They're a society of men. They wanted to terrorise Gotham. That is all you need to know." Jonathan spoke curtly to her and Isabelle rolled her eyes. She didn't want to know. She didn't want to know what her husband had been getting up to.

"And...you're not driving this van," Isabelle noted and Jonathan chuckled once. It was almost as if she had the IQ she had when she was drunk.

"Did your degree help you figure that out?" he asked her, sarcasm evident in his voice before he sighed. "I have men, Isabelle. Men who work for me and do as I ask."

"And you think they'll do that all the time, do you?" Isabelle wondered from him. "Where are we going?"

"If I told you that," Jonathan drawled, leaning forward as his eyes went wide and he looked at her, his orbs covered in amusement as she tried to glare back at him, "then I may have to kill you."

"Go ahead," she urged him. "Death has to be better than being stuck with you."

Jonathan placed his hand onto his heart as he looked at her and allowed his eyes to go wide, his face showing mock hurt.

"Honey," he complained, "how could you say such a thing?"

"How could you do this?" she snapped back at him. "I'll never forgive you, Jonathan. I don't know what you're expecting in dragging me along with you. They'll catch you, you know that?"

"They can try."

"They have the Batman," she reminded him and she could have sworn she saw him flinch for a second before the van pulled to a halt and Jonathan stood up, grabbing onto her tied hands as he yanked her to her feet and placed his arm around her waist, ruefully kissing her on the top of her head.

"I'd like to see him try and stop me," Jonathan said and he almost sounded giddy at the prospect. He pulled his wife out of the van, almost causing her to fall down the tall step as two other men stood on either side, holding the doors open as Jonathan pulled her along the gravelled floor. She looked up to the tall building and wondered where the hell she was. It looked picture perfect. It was a suburban house situated in the middle of Gotham. Isabelle had driven past it a few times when she had been with her father as he had lived three blocks away. A green lawn stood proud with large flowers before it as the two storey house looked peaceful.

"This doesn't look like a place where you'd be," she informed Jonathan as he reached into his pocket and grabbed onto the key, unlocking the front door before pushing her into the house. It was vast, but sparse. There were no decorations or furnishing, just brown carpets and cream walls.

"What did you expect?" Jonathan raised a brow. "Did you think that I'd take you to some abandoned warehouse? Grant me with some class, Isabelle. Being normal instead of hiding will give me time. No one notices anyone normal."

"Unfortunately, you're not that," Isabelle spat at him and he smirked as he backed her up against the spindles of the staircase banister, his hands holding firmly onto her hips.

"You never used to be like this," he whispered, his mouth moving close to her ear as his cheek brushed against hers, the stubble causing her to shiver. "You used to be so meek and shy. So unassuming and scared. What happened?"

"I grew up," Isabelle responded as Jonathan moaned gently as her breath hit his own ear and his hands stroked around her hips.

"I don't know if I like the new you," Jonathan informed her.

"Then let me go," Isabelle spoke, her voice harsh with him.

She'd done her grieving. She'd cried for him and wept. She'd destroyed their apartment. She'd even tried to kiss another man. Nothing worked. All of the pain which she had previously felt had gone. It had vanished as soon as she felt his hands on her. She felt nothing but warmth and pain. He made everything go away. But then she remembered. She remembered what he had become and that the pain would never leave her.

"I can't," Jonathan replied; his voice strained as he kissed along her neck. "Isabelle...I can't...you're my wife..."

"You're ill, Jonathan," she told him, taking a softer approach as she managed to open her tied hands and rest them onto his cheeks. He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the moment. "You need help...you can't carry on like this..."

"I can," he said defensively. "I have to."

"What happened, Jonathan?" Isabelle wondered, her eyes searching his. He always looked more relaxed without his glasses on. "Why did you do this?"

"It had to be done," he said quickly. "I don't expect you to understand."

"I don't," Isabelle said softly. "I don't understand why you did this...and I never will...I need you to let me go, Jonathan...if you care for me...let me go..."

"No," he said, his teeth bared as he removed her hands from his face. "You're mine, Isabelle."

"You lost me, Jonathan," Isabelle said, trying not to wail for him. She wouldn't show him how weak she felt. "You lost me as soon as I found out what you had done."

"No," he said again. "In the Asylum...you said you loved me...I haven't lost..."

"Yes, you have," Isabelle said quickly as he backed away, his back turned to her as he dropped his head into his hands and she felt a tear fall down her cheek. "I do love you...I tried not to and it didn't work..."

"There you go!" Jonathan called out in glee, turning around, his hands raised in the air as he smiled back at her.

"But I hate you at the same time," Isabelle responded and Jonathan gulped as he adjusted the tie on his shirt. "I hate what you've become. You're not the man I married."

"I am," he denied. "And you're stuck with me."

...

Bruce remained silent as Alfred drove him back to his new penthouse. He had dropped Isabelle off and he sighed, slumping down in his seat as Alfred glanced back at him through the rear view mirror.

"Sometimes...we need to try and make a connection," Alfred informed Bruce and he snorted once, shaking his head as he did so.

"You're trying to set me up with her?" he checked and Alfred sighed, deciding not to dignify that with an answer.

He'd set him up with anyone if it would stop him running around Gotham as a Bat. She was leaving Gotham. She wished he would do the same. They spent the rest of the drive in silence until they returned to the penthouse and Bruce dealt with the takeover of his company before placing the news on and feeling his breathing faltering as he saw what had happened.

Crazy Doctor's Wife Missing.

"Alfred!" Bruce yelled, standing up and looking at the butler who held a glass of water in his hands. "Isabelle's gone missing."

"Is this a case for the Batman, sir?"

"It looks like it."

...

A/N: So, I have decided to arrange time. I know The Dark Kight takes place a few years after Begins, but, I'm having it come sooner as I want to get the plot moving and then I can go onto the Dark Knight Rises, which I am looking forward to! A lot! Anyway, I know this isn't the best chapter, but, tomorrow will be better, I assure you!

Thank you once again to my reviewrs - Zeny, mahxie, LivinJgrl123, Shadow-Schemer1991, Undertaker's Hattress and Guest for reviewing the last chapter! Let me know what you think guys!