I got my copy of The Dark Knight Rises and I have probably watched it a dozen times now on repeat! God I love it so much! Hope you all like this next chapter because it has been bugging me on how to get it just right! Special thanks to .Not, SARAHBABE215 and the guest for reviewing!

-yesiamweird

Today was the day, the final day of J.R.W. Suits and Ties. Tomorrow, the shop would be closed for good and I would have to pray on my lucky stars that the two clothing stores I interviewed for in the mall would hire me soon. With a deep and saddening sigh, I watched Matthew as he flipped the closed sign to open and a group of customers lined outside waltzed in for our 75% off final sale.

Instead of running to the customers aids like I had done so many days before, now I only stood by the cash register reminiscing of my first day on the job. JW wasn't so keen on hiring a broke and run down orphanage teenager, but the first customer I picked up bought over $4,000 worth of clothes from the shop. Ever since then, JW never had another doubt from me again.

I looked down at my hands on top of the marble counter and held back a tear. "It should have been me…" I whispered remembering the incident, JW yelling at me to comply to the killer's actions and to Brent who didn't even stand once ounce of a chance as the men blew his head into bits.

"Uh, ma'am do you know if you have this tie in black?" A man questioned. I looked to him on my side and shook, "Everything we have is out here. Take it or leave it." I shook him away and slightly cringed by the appalling tone of my voice. It didn't matter. Tomorrow I would be jobless and I would never work underneath JW's name again…

For the rest of the morning I continued to stand behind the counter sulking and working the register for the last time…that was until the oddest looking man waltz up to the counter after being shooed away by my busy co-workers. He had nothing in his hands but a look that read he wanted some help. "Excuse me miss…" He smiled, "I have a sort of odd question… this is my first time ever coming here and I was wondering if you all had anything, in green?"

I stared at him for a moment not really sure what to think of his question, "Green?" I glanced to a few of the racks and then remembered I had placed a whole set of horrible and tacky suits in the back. We were going to donate them to Goodwill actually, "Actually we do. Follow me if you wouldn't mind."

What the hell? I might as well help one customer for old time's sake.

"What size do you wear?" I questioned as my heels clicked throughout the marble floor.

"Like I said, I'm a virgin at suit shopping. Never could afford it, or had a reason too…and I just thought since there's a sale going on, it might be beneficial to have."

"But green?" I couldn't understand his reasoning.

"Yes. Green."

Shaking my head slowly, I complied with his wishes. After all, what did I care that meant more money for me! "Okay then." As the two of us push aside the inventory door, I led him to a rack on the very far back. "Judging by your small figure this suit will be too big, but I'm sure you could find a tailor and they could fix it up in a jiffy."

"Will do." He smiled as I pull the dark green coat and matching pants from off the rack. "This work?" I asked doubtfully. He couldn't seriously want this horrid green coat suit after me showing it to him.

"Why yes! It's perfect!" He grinned taking the bottom of the coat and lying it flat to examine the details. "How much?!"

With a dishonest smile and sigh I calculated a random number into my head, "Originally it was $1,000 for the set, but I'll make you a deal. $200 fair and even." Even if that really wasn't 75% off, we were about to give it away so we might as well get something out of it!

The man released his hands from the green fabric and placed it towards my chest. "You madam have a deal!" I shook his hand quickly hoping that he wouldn't back down from our deal until we made it to the register. That was, until he pulled out a bank roll from out of his pants pocket, "20, 50, 100, 20, and 10 … there you are, 200 plain and simple!" He removed his shaking hand and replaced it with the cash. At the same time, my thoughts went incomprehensible as I watched him take the suit from out of my hands and walk from out of the stock room.

"Wait!" I hollered after stuffing the money into my pocket. "Would you like for me to wrap your suit in a bag, sir?" I offered as our customary deal.

The man smiled and it was from that angle behind him did I noticed the crooked twist in his lips, "No thanks…I think I'll take it from here. Thanks for helping me."

"No problem." I nodded but my thoughts weren't complete, not yet. "But I have to wonder, what in the world are you going to need a green suit for? That thing had been here since before I joined and even then JW wouldn't even pass it a glance?"

The man turned to me while shrugging his shoulders from underneath his brown jacket, "You just never know when something festive might be needed." He held the suit up to his chest, "Put a few red bows on it and I'd be the winner at the annual tacky Christmas party!" I had to laugh this time because his tone of voice was so cheerful and funny. Despite his coldness before, now he seemed like a really fun guy.

"I'll say, you'd win for sure. Thanks again Mr… oh wait, I never caught your name sir?"

He opened his mouth for a brief second and then closed it making my question into one of the most awkward moments I've encountered at work. When he opened his mouth again, he smiled. "Edward. Ed Nig-Nigwat."

I cocked my eyebrow at him, "Oh. Well thanks again Mr. Nigwat. I hope win your Christmas party." Ed nodded again and turned around in a weird fashion, almost as if he had imagined to turn around a cane. As the bell door to the shop chimed, Ian whistled for me to look over towards him. "What?" I muttered trying not to be too obvious as he helped his customer.

Instead of responding, Ian gave me a look I had known to interpret over the years as being his, "That-dude-was-weird" look. I nodded slightly and quickly paced myself towards the register before catching his glance again. He had rolled his eyes slightly and then proceeded to help the older man next to him and examining one of our most expensive suits.

"Damn old man," I muttered resting my chin in the palm of my hand. "He's probably been itching for a sale just to buy that damn suit."

The next four hours of my afternoon dragged on and were nothing of interest, until fiveo'clock came around and a very familiar man walked through the door of our shop.

"Ah, Mr. Daggett," I smiled walking out to meet him before my other co-workers did. I reached my hand outwards towards him and just like before he reached down to kiss my extended hand, "And what do I have the pleasure of seeing you here?" I grinned trying to hide my disgust.

"Well, I was hoping that you could possibly visit with me tomorrow afternoon. I have a proposition for you and the store."

"I'm sorry," I shook my head, "But the store is being shutdown tomorrow. It won't exist anymore."

Daggett smiled at my response, "Ahhh, but you see when you have a grand and expansive company like mine then you can do whatever you want." Still not understanding his answer he continued, "I want to keep the business alive and you all will work for me."

I smiled and looked to the others who smiled back. "Oh my gosh, really?" He nodded with a proud but fake smile, "Thank you!" I gasped.

"Now now, just come tomorrow with some of the documents and paperwork of the company and we will talk." He flashed that crooked smirk of his and then continued, "After all, how can I have my favorite suits be out of business?!"

I couldn't stop smiling and as much as Daggett creeped me out, I would work underneath this crook to keep JW store alive. "Thank you again but what time should I come?"

He folded his fingers in front of his chest, "Let's say…noon?"

"Perfect!" I nodded and held my hand out once again for him to shake. Just like earlier he reached down and pressed the top of my palm to his lips. But then, he pulled me close embracing me into a hug.

"Make sure you stay inside the shop, sweetheart." He whispered only for me to hear, "I wouldn't want you to miss our meeting."

With widened eyes and a raised eyebrow on my right side, I pulled away from the man's hug and watched him walk out the door. "I wouldn't want you to miss our meeting?" I thought in my head while shaking it.

"What was that all about?" Ian walked next to me watching Daggett enter his black limo car and leave. "I'm not really sure…" I muttered shocked. "But whatever it is, it can't be good."

"What do you mean?" Ian questioned.

I shook my head slowly. "I just really don't know."

"Hey, did you hear that?" Matthew called from the windows after walking out his customer. "It sounded like gun fire!" Ian and I ran up behind him looking down the street to the stock exchange market, "Why would someone rob the stock exchange? That's just dumb?" He snickered only causing my curiosity to flourish.

I quickly turned on my heels towards the door and walked down the street ignoring the brittle wind lapping my hair back. "Maggie! What are-" Ian yelled from the door towards me, "I'll be right back. You guys stay here!"

Sure enough in the next couple of seconds I could hear sirens in the distance. And a lot of them too.

A crowd had gathered just outside the market, but not too close to it either. Of course who would want to go in towards gun fire? As my heels clicked down the side walk a few blue Gotham City Police Department cars passed me and parked right in front of the building while others gathered from the side streets.

"Maggie!" A man's voice pulled me from the building towards the street.

"Tommy! What is-"

"You need to go back inside!" He commanded from the driver seat of his car. "Go now! It's not safe. Gunmen and hostages. Go!"

I scoffed at his attitude and then nodded continuing to walk slowly towards the shop. With the turn of my head, I watched his car drove towards the stock exchange building and out of my sight forcing me to stop and turn back around towards the action. Hiding in the depths of the on-looking crowd, I examined the situation. There seemed to be some sort of robbery in the building and from the codes that the police were talking in, it wasn't an easy circumstance.

I could feel my body start to shake as I thought about the fact that Blake could possibly be put into this situation and that he could possibly be in this current state of affairs now. Worried, I pushed through the crowd, apologizing myself for moving the people aside, until I saw a cement truck blocking my view of the exchange. "How the hell did this guy get here?" I muttered under my breath as I tried to catch a glimpse of the driver. With such a big truck and no need for him to be in front of the exchange, it almost seemed too suspicious.

"Where am I supposed to move it?"

"Back it up!"

I heard two voices arguing with one another on the driver side of the truck. With a hint of curiosity and special care to make sure the onlooker cops didn't see me, I walked around the back side of the cement truck towards the passenger side. Just then, the floor from underneath my feet began to rise and I looked down in a sort of panic from the uneasy feeling.

A raised platform was growing, blocking other cars from getting into the area but also trapping the cars inside of the area as well. After my small gasp from the unexpected moment, I looked towards the cops towards the exchange building. However, my view caught onto one person in front of the truck. My feet couldn't move fast enough to block my figure from his sight as he looked my way.

"Alright, just stay in your vehicle, okay?" Blake muttered walking towards the back of the truck towards me. "What da hell are you doing here, Mags?" His strides were fast and he quickly caught my wrists before I could pull away fast enough. Pulling me into his stern view, he scowled. "Mags?"

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to know what was going on…what is going on by the way?"

Blake released my hand and looked towards the neatly decorated building. "The stock exchange is being robbed."

"I didn't know you could rob those." I scowled while crossing my arms. John only nodded and lead my back on to the side walk, "Listen babe, you gotta get outta here."

"But I-"

"Hell no. This is a hostage situation and so far what I've heard from the radio, this guy has killed a dozen people." My eyes widened at the shock value of the situation I had walked into. "Go home. Close the shop and tell everyone to go. This could be dangerous."

Instead of walking back like I should have done, I stood there staring into Blake's brown eyes, "But…Blake…you."

"I'll be fine. Go." He nodded and shoved my shoulder towards the shop down the street. As I walked I couldn't help but look over my shoulder every once in a while just to make sure Blake wasn't in a tight spot. That was….until I reached the shop.

"Maggie." Matthew pulled my shoulders towards him. I caught a glance at Ian behind the register and a few customers in the back of the store. "What's happening out there?"

"Hostages and gun men." I nodded pushing off of him. "Let's go through the back and get out of here. The rest of the merchandise we can donate to charities like we had planned." I nodded turning over my shoulder and locking the door.

As I walked with Matthew and the rest of the people in the shop towards the back entrance of the stock room, my co-worker patted me on the shoulder, "Is Blake out there?" He questioned.

I only frowned and nodded as the two of us walked together.

"He'll be fine. He's a strong man." Matthew reassured me.

"It's not him I'm worried about." I replied. "It's the gunmen in that building with all those innocent people..."

The very first thing I did after unlocking the front door to my apartment was turn on the TV. I had to make sure Blake and the rest of the people held at the exchange were okay. Flipping through the random channels, I finally came across the GCN news and gasped at the sight flashing on the bottom of the screen.

"THE RETURN OF BATMAN"

"Well whatda know..." I smiled plopping onto the couch and folding my arms over my knees as I watch the chase unfold on the TV screen. "It took him eight years, but by god he fucking went and did it..." I shook my head slowly and then frowned at the fact that the cops seemed to be chasing Batman. "What the-?" I muttered and then listened to the reporter calling in on the network.

"It's been eight years since Gotham has seen the likes of such a criminal, but it seems as if the police are doing everything in their power to catch Harvey Dent's murder, the Batman."

I shook my head while standing onto my heels, "Wha?" I shook looking very angrily at the television. The infamous headshot of the district attorney appeared on screen blocking my view of the chase. "And now this!?" I groaned flopping back onto the couch with a growl.

"Now correct me if I'm wrong," A female reporter asked, "It seems as if Batman is chasing after these robbers from the exchange? Why wouldn't the cops be helping him?"

"Well Cindy," The male reporter coughed, "The obvious choice in deciding who to take on is a corrupt murder. From the police reports we haven't had any confirmed deaths from the robbers at the exchange."

"Yes but haven't most of the police left the scene in order to chase down the Batman?" Cindy retorted back leaving the male reporter speechless. I huffed with a smile that at least one person in the world was on Blake and my side. Batman was a hero and it was clear that he was taking the fall for Harvey Dent in order to protect the city's fallen hero.

My eyes were glued to the tv like a child watching Saturday morning cartoons. Batman was my hero, and I wasn't going to wait around for another eight years just to see him again…even if it was only on the television. As Batman took down the green helmet motorcyclist in the middle of the East Park Side road I couldn't help but fist pump as the robber fell unconscious after a blow to the glass shield of his helmet.

Batman then looked up into the helicopter lights shining in his view to alert the police of his location. "Damnit Blake!" I gritted my teeth standing and walking over to the couch. "Fucking better not arrest Bruce! I will literally strangle him!" I couldn't help the fact that I was shaking from all the excitement of my hero but there was a part of me that was worried he would be unmasked and therefore undone.

The cops seemed to surround him like a school of man-eating sharks, but just as cleaver and resourceful as ever, Batman hopped onto his two wheeled cycle and shot down a truck so that he could drive up and onto the highway above. "Well hot damn!" I clasped my hands together making a very loud echo in the empty living room.

"It seems as if the Batman is retreating to downtown." The male reporter stated as the overhead view of my idol followed him frantically. "Which doesn't make sense since that is where the police station is located. He'll be taken down in a matter of minutes, folks, and Gotham Channel News is here to bring you the news first!"

I rolled my eyes and hit the mute button on the remote control before I threw the object at the screen instead. I smiled at the words 'mute' flashed on the bottom of the screen imagining what Blake would do if he saw the remote stuck in the middle of the broken TV. "He'd probably have a heart-attack and die on the couch." I couldn't help but shake my thoughts away to pay attention to the action.

Batman had quickly turned down a dark alley with the cops surrounding his escape to the main road. A few of the officers could be seen with their bodies protected behind the security of their cars. "Where is he?" I stated aloud looking for my dumb roommate. Still not finding him in the sea of cops, I turned my attention to the dark section of the alley and then jumped when I saw a bright light emit from inside.

"Wha da?" I gasped in awe watching the giant black- thing – fly out of the alley and overtop of the astounded cops. The small aircraft flew pass the helicopter filming the whole instance and then disappear leaving the whole scene in complete and utter shock.

My smile couldn't be stopped as GCN replayed a clip of the Batman chasing the guys on the motorcycles from the robbery. I had to shake my head only imagining what in the world the reporters were lying about now. "Well on that note-" I kicked off my heels and then walked towards the liquor cabinet in the corner of the kitchen. "It's time to party!" I poured myself a tall glass of spiced rum and coke and then sauntered down the hallway towards my room with my glass in hand.

Opening the door and then not even bothering to shut it behind, I took a big swig of my drink and then placed the glass on the nightstand next to my bed. "Beware Gotham City!" I laughed at my refection in the mirror as I took off my suit jacket. "Because the Batman is back." I took off my shirt and pants and began to pose in my full-length mirror.

When I finally found a pose I liked, I stopped and then smiled, "And it's all thanks to dis girl!" I winked at my reflection and then giggled turning around myself and plopping my body onto my old and worn bed mattress. "And I guess Blake helped out too…" I smiled while nudging my face into the comfort of my pillow.