A/N: Hey there... please don't kill me. I know I promised to have this chapter out by the weekend but I'll be updating again later today to make up for it. The next chapter will be the concluding part of "Batman Begins" and I'll have it up soon. So stay tuned. Anyway, please enjoy the chapter and I apologize for the lack of literary license I have in this and the last chapter. Things will be much different in the "Dark Knight" portion, I swear. Also, thank you so much for the reviews, favorites, and follows; I do a little happy dance throughout my house with each one. Thanks and enjoy!

Fright Night

Gordon, Jeannie, and Jenna observed the workers, who were assessing the broken water pipe Crane had been pouring chemicals into.

"They get any of this crap into the mains?" Gordon asked.

"Yeah."

"Notify the water company. There's gotta be a way to isolate it," Jeannie ordered urgently.

"No, you don't understand. They put it all in. They must've been at this for weeks. Gotham's entire water supply is laced with it." Gordon, Jeannie, and Jenna looked at each other.

"Why haven't we felt the effects?" Gordon questioned.

"Must be a compound that has to be absorbed through the lungs." The man walked away, shaking his head. Jenna put hand over her mouth, trying to block out the fumes and keep herself from throwing up. They had been drinking the stuff that had poisoned Rachel for who knows how long. Jeannie Dawes glared at the broken water pipe, before turning on her heel and heading up the stairs.

"Jeannie, where are you going?" Gordon asked, running after her, Jenna at his heels.

"To talk to the man who can answer my questions," she called back, getting in the elevator.

"I'm coming with you," Gordon said, rushing in after her with Jenna. They reached the floor where Crane was now incarcerated and stopped in front of his cell.

"Jenna, you should stay out here," Jeannie told her daughter and Jenna, for once, didn't argue. She'd seen enough of that psycho to last a lifetime. Jeannie and Gordon went in but came out after barely ten minutes.

"That was it?" Jenna questioned.

"That guy's to far gone to give us a straight answer, much less tell us who was the main guy behind this. Next thing you know he'll be talking in rhyme or counting to infinity," Jeannie answered. Jenna bit her lip.

"Crane said he was working for a guy called Ra's al Ghul when the Batman questioned him."

"Ra's al Ghul?" Jenna nodded. Jeannie frowned.

"Never heard of him."

"I think we should focus on how they were planning on getting that toxin in the air," Gordon said. "They must've thought of a way, it'd be a waste of time to put an aerosol toxin in the city's water supply and not have a way to disperse it."

"I think we should take another look at the chemical lab," Jeannie said, heading for the elevator. Once they got down there, Jeannie started looking through the chemicals.

"Falcone obviously didn't know what they were planning. He was just a pawn, like Crane," Gordon muttered.

"And after Batman caught Falcone, Crane obviously knew Falcone would squeal so he got a rid of him using his toxin," Jeannie added.

"But that doesn't solve the problem of the water being poisoned. Or explain how they planned on getting the toxin airborne. Or their reason for doing this, whoever they are."

"Well, there could be any number of reasons. Ransom, control of Gotham, or maybe they just want the city to burn," Jeannie said. Gordon gave her a look.

"Why would someone want to destroy Gotham?" Jeannie shrugged.

"Who knows? Psychos don't need a real reason to do crazy things, they just pretend to give themselves a reason."

BOOM!

The whole asylum shook with the force of the explosion. Jenna, Jeannie, and Gordon ran to see what happened, just in time to see dozens of men in orange prisoner uniforms escaping through a hole in the wall.

"They're all gone?" Gordon asked. Flass nodded. "How many from maximum security?"

"Everyone of them. Serial killers, rapists." Jeannie pulled Jenna closer.

"Raise the bridges. We don't want any getting off the island."

"Yeah, I'll raise the bridges. When I get every available unit out here to catch the homicidal maniacs that are running lose out there."

"And I need to get Jenna out of here. I don't want her getting caught in the crossfire."

"Alright. Come on!" Gordon called, loading his gun. Everyone followed him through the hole, and started trying to round up the escaped inmates. Hardly a minute later, Jeannie's phone rang and she handed it to Jenna to answer.

"Rachel! Thank God you're alive! What's up?"

"I have the antidote for Crane's toxin. I need to get it to Gordon. Is he nearby?" Jenna looked around and spotted Gordon knocking out a prisoner.

"Yep. We're still in the Narrows."

"I'm on my way."

"Wait, Rachel, the Arkham inmates escaped and are running lose."

"All the more reason. They're likely involved in this somehow and if they are, then Crane's boss is making his move. I'll be over real soon." She hung up.

"Who was that?" Jeannie inquired.

"Rachel. She's on her way over with the antidote."

"Perfect. She can pick you up and get you out of here." Seconds later, she and Flass caught sight of an inmate and tackled him to the ground.

"Harassment! I see harassment!" shouted a bystander. Jenna stared at him shocked. Did they not realize they were trying to help?

"Well maybe you'd like to see some excessive force?" Flass threatened, pointing his gun at the man.

"Flass!" Jeannie shouted, trying to pull him away, but Flass refused.

"Madman with a gun," the civilian shouted.

"Just shut up!"

"Hey, Flass, cool it!"

"Hey Gordon, Dawes, somebody's here to see you." They looked over to see Rachel headed toward them.

"What are you doing here?"

"Our mutual friend sent me with this," she replied, handing Gordon an injector and four shots. "It counteracts Crane's toxin. Hopefully you won't need it."

"Unless he's got some way of getting that crap into the air. Jenny, come here, I'm going to give you a shot just in case." Jenna nodded and held out her arm and her mother injected her with the antidote. "We'd better get you two off the island before they raise the bridges. Patrolman!" Jeannie called, and a patrolman came over. Jenna hugged her mother.

"Promise you'll come home."

"I promise," Jeannie muttered into her daughter's hair. "Go!" They headed toward the bridges. Just before arriving, they saw a little boy who looked like he was asking a SWAT team for some help and one of the men just pushed the boy away.

"Hey!" Rachel shouted, going over to them. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Gentlemen," said a well-dressed man who didn't look like a cop. "Time to spread the word." They brought a machine and it started whirring to life. Rachel pulled Jenna and the boy toward her. "And the word is…" he locked eyes with Rachel and Jenna, who stared at him, terrified. "Panic." Then all hell broke loose. Manhole covers burst off as all the water in the Narrows was vaporized. Rachel crouched down, pulling Jenna and the boy down with her and shielded them from the danger. She dragged them away, trying to calm down the boy, who had inhaled the fear toxin and was now panicking. Meanwhile, Jeannie Dawes and Jim Gordon were injecting themselves with the antidote and surveying the damage so far. They saw Flass pull out his gun on two teenage boys, and immediately knocked him out and handcuffed him to a pipe, throwing his gun away.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that," Jeannie told Gordon and his mouth twitched but it was hard to laugh at a time like this.

"This is Commissioner Loeb," their radios sounded. "Come on, somebody talk to me! Come on!"

"Loeb! Loeb! This is Gordon and Dawes!" Gordon replied.

"What the hell is going on?"

"We need reinforcements! TAC teams, SWAT, riot cops!"

"Gordon! All the city's riot police are on the island with you!"

"Well, they're completely incapacitated!"

"Gordon, Dawes… there's nobody left to send in," Loeb told them, just as the Batman drove his tank across the gap.

"So we're on our own?" Jeannie asked, just as the Batman's tank landed right next to them. The Batman quickly got out and joined them. "The Narrows is tearing itself to pieces."

"This is just the beginning. If they hit the whole city with toxin, there's nothing to stop Gotham from tearing itself apart from mass panic."

"How are they gonna do that?"

"The train. The monorail follows the water mains to the central hub beneath Wayne tower. If the machine gets to the station, it'll cause a chain reaction that'll vaporize the city's water supply."

"Covering Gotham in this poison."

"I'm gonna stop him from loading the train, but I may need you help."

"What do you need?"

"Can you drive stick?" The Batman asked, holding up the key to his tank.

"Gordon can. I'm staying." Jeannie said.

"What! Jeannie–"

"You saw what Flass almost did to those kids. How many other innocents are gonna die tonight? You can get by without me, I'm needed here." Gordon looked like he wanted to argue, but just nodded and hugged her.

"Be careful."

"Aren't I always?" she responded. She looked at the Batman.

"I'm not sure, but I think my daughter and sister didn't get off of the island in time. Please, make sure they're safe." The Batman nodded and the three of them went in their separate directions.

"It's ok! It's ok! No one's going to hurt you," Rachel soothed. She, Jenna, and the little boy looked up at the sound of hooves to see Crane in his Scarecrow mask, riding a police horse.

"Of course they are!" he called, his voice changed from the mask.

"Crane?"

"No. Scarecrow." The three of them fled, Crane pursuing them. They ran through the toxin filled streets of the Narrows, passing sights that looked like they were taken from a horror movie; people clawing, kicking, biting, and tearing each other to pieces, hardly anything more than animals now. They ran, but it wasn't enough and the mad psychiatrist eventually cornered them. "There you are! There's nothing to fear, but fear itself!" The boy and Jenna cowered at the sight of him, but Rachel pulled out her Taser and aimed. "I'm here to help!" Rachel shot him in the face with her Taser and the master of fear screamed in pain terror. Crane's horse ran off into the mist, dragging a stunned and screaming Crane with him.

Jenna looked between the mist Crane had vanished and her aunt, before concluding "Remind me to never make you mad again." Rachel smiled but it was quickly whipped off of her face at the sight coming toward her. Around a dozen prisoners were headed toward them, and some of them were armed. Rachel, Jenna, and the little boy backed away, looking for an escape route but found nothing. Rachel then pulled a fallen officer's gun out of his holster and gave her Taser to Jenna.

"Batman will save us," the little boy whispered, as Victor Zsasz raised his knife. "He'll come." Zsasz and the other prisoners got closer and Rachel aimed and cocked the gun. "He'll come."

"Don't peak," Rachel said, shielding the boy. Suddenly, the Batman dropped down on top of Zsasz and scooped up Rachel, Jenna, and the boy, before carrying to safety on the top of a roof.

Rachel calmed the boy down and he eventually was breathing steadily enough to whisper, "I told you he'd come." Jenna smiled at the boy. The Batman turned to leave but Rachel stopped him.

"Wait. You could die. At least tell me you name."

"It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me," the Batman replied. Jenna furrowed her brow, certain she had heard that somewhere before.

"Bruce?" Rachel asked, but the Batman simply jumped off of the building, spread his wings, and flew off into the mist.

"Your boyfriend is Batman?" Jenna murmured, astounded. "No wonder you love him."

But Rachel didn't look so sure of herself anymore.