A/N: You people are going to hate me for this chapter, I just know it. Truthfully, I'm very glad I'm never going to meet my characters, because they'd probably beat me for having so many horrible things happen to them. Quick note, the italics in this chapter are flash forwards because I loved the montage at the end of the Dark Knight and I feel as though I couldn't do this part justice if I didn't at least try. Also, I have links to Jenna Party Dress and Batman/Dark Knight related videos I found on YouTube and they're really good, check 'em out if you'd like. Also, since the Dark Knight Rises doesn't come out for months and I can't recite it off of the top of my head, I'm going to wait to start writing that section, though I have the basic layout planned. In the mean time, I'll be writing about the nine months before and after the Dark Knight, which I should start posting very soon. I may also go back and slightly tweak some previous chapter, because some of them seem a little rushed and there are a few spelling and grammatical errors. I'd also like to thank Jaguarspot for giving me Jenna's new line to Harvey, "Rachel would be ashamed of you." Anyway, please review and enjoy!

The Dark Knight

The Batpod pulled up to the remains of 250 52nd Street, the place where Rachel Dawes had died. The Batman jumped off and ran, Jenna close behind as always. They heard what sounded like the voices of Harvey, Jim, and the rest of the Gordons. "Stay here," the Batman ordered. Jenna's jaw dropped.

"What? No! I did not just come with you to stand on the sidelines. I can help him."

"I don't know how dangerous Dent is at the moment. I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire."

"Barbara and the kids are there, if you won't let me talk to Harvey at least let me get them out of here." The Batman took out a pair of handcuff and slapped them on her wrist, before locking it to a pole. "Hey!" The Batman shot her a glance before walking off to Harvey, to try and end the madness. Jenna rolled her eyes at him, grabbed one of the longer, pointier charms on her bracelet, and began to pick the lock to the handcuffs.

"You don't wanna hurt the boy Dent," the Batman rasped.

"It's not about what I want, it's about what's fair!" Jenna flinched. That was not her uncle; Harvey Dent was a kind, thoughtful, intelligent, selfless human being who always put others before himself. That man was not him. "You thought we could be decent men in an indecent time. But you were wrong. The world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance," Harvey lectured, holding up his two headed coin, one side pristine, the other burned. "Unbiased, unprejudiced, fair. His son's got the same chance she had. Fifty-fifty."

"What happened to Rachel wasn't chance. We decided to act. We three."

"Then why was it me who was the only one who lost everything?" Jenna finally opened the cuffs and rushed out to find what remained of her family.

"It wasn't," Jenna called out, unable to watch Harvey tear himself apart. If anyone could talk some sense into him, she could. Everyone turned and their jaws dropped.

"Jenna!" Jim and Barbara exclaimed.

"You're alive," Harvey murmured, unable to believe it. "How?"

"The Joker lied. He needed to get Rachel and me out of the picture to make you vulnerable. He wanted to show that even you, Gotham's white knight, turn into something unrecognizable," Jenna said, looking over the burned half of his face. Dent frowned.

"And he was right."

"You're the one pointing the gun, Harvey. So point it at the people responsible," the Batman said. Jenna turned to him, wide eyed and shaking with fear.

"Fair enough." Harvey held up his coin. "You first." He flipped it, looked at it, and shot the Batman, who fell to the ground. Jenna screamed and moved to help him. "LEAVE HIM!" Jenna turned to see Harvey pointing his gun at her. Jenna glanced at the Batman, and looked away, trying to keep herself from sobbing. Harvey turned the gun on himself. "My turn." He flipped the coin, looked at it, and moved the gun away from his head and back to Jimmy's, looking somewhat disappointed.

"Harvey, you're right. Rachel's death was my fault. Please don't punish the boy. Punish me," Gordon pleaded.

"I'm about to." Harvey cocked the gun and everyone's blood turned to liquid nitrogen. "Tell your boy he's gonna be alright, Gordon. Lie, like I lied."

"It's going to be alright, son," Gordon assured him, tears in his eyes. Harvey moved to flip his coin.

"HARVEY IT WAS MY FAULT!" Jenna screamed. She couldn't let Jimmy, good, sweet, wonderful little Jimmy get hurt. He was her little brother and she would die to defend him.

"What?" Harvey exclaimed. Jenna sniffled, closed her eyes, and nodded.

"Rachel… didn't trust Anna," Jenna explained. "But, she was a friend of my mom's so I told Rachel that we could trust her and… I'm so sorry." Jenna covered her mouth and tried to stop the tears that were slowly leaking out. Harvey mulled this over in his head, before looking at her with an ugly snarl.

"Well, Rachel got her chance. It's only fair that you should get one too." Jenna nodded, tears in her eyes. Harvey moved to flip his coin but stopped at the next thing Jenna said.

"Rachel would be ashamed of you." He froze for a second before he snarled.

"She'd still be alive if it wasn't for you." Jenna closed her eyes and Harvey flipped his coin. The Batman tackled him before he could catch the coin and the Batman, Harvey, and Jimmy Gordon went over the edge of the building. Barbara screamed, Jim and Jenna ran to the edge to see Batman holding Jimmy… and Harvey Dent on the ground several stories below. The Batman lifted Jimmy up and Jim and Jenna grabbed him and helped him up. The Batman slipped and fell to the ground below.

"BATMAN!" Jenna cried. She leaped up and ran down the stairs, jumping the last seven or so steps, and slid down next to the Batman. She tried to feel for a pulse beneath all the armor, Jim joining her soon after.

"Dad? Daddy, is he ok?" Jimmy asked. Jenna was close to hyperventilating by now.

"Batman please, please, please, wake up, you can't leave me, you can't go." He was silent and still. Jim began to fumble with his radio. "GOD DAMNIT BATMAN I'M NOT LOSING YOU TOO!" Jenna locked her fists together and slammed them down on the Batman chest and he sprung back to life, grabbing Jim's wrist to stop him from calling the rest of the GCPD. Jenna sighed in relief, looked at Harvey, and went to check his pulse, before collapsing on her knees next to him, sobbing. Jim dropped on his knees and held Jenna, who sobbed into his shoulder.

"Thank you," Jim said to the Batman.

"You don't have to thank me."

"Yes I do." Jim looked at Harvey's half burned corpse. "The Joker won. Harvey's prosecution, everything he fought for… undone. Whatever chance you gave us at fixing our city, dies with Harvey's reputation. We bet it all on him. The Joker took the best of us and tore him down. People will lose hope."

"They won't. They must never know what he did."

"Five dead, two of them cops. You can't sweep that–"

"No. But the Joker cannot win. Gotham needs its true hero," Batman said, turning Harvey's face so that the burned side wasn't showing. Jenna and Jim looked at him and gaped.

"No," Jenna whispered. "Oh god, no!"

"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I can do those things, because I'm not a hero, not like Dent. I killed those people. That's what I can be."

"No, no, you can't. You're not," Jim persisted.

"I'm whatever Gotham needs me to be." The Batman handed Jim his radio. "Call it in."

"A hero," Jim said to the people of Gotham at Harvey's funeral. Jenna was sitting on the platform, face dry but eyes red, tears having been spent crying herself to sleep last night. "Not the hero we deserved, but the hero we needed. Nothing less than a knight, shinning."

"They'll hunt you," Gordon warned him. Jim and Jenna were standing on top of what remained of MCU, along with the survivors of the Gotham City policemen and women. The Batsignal was on, it was raining, and Gordon was handed an axe. Jim took it held it over his head, and looked at Jenna who nodded reluctantly, though no one but Jim saw that.

"You'll hunt me." Jim brought the axe down on the signal of the Bat, once. "You'll condemn me." Twice. "Set the dogs on me." The signal shattered on the third swing and the last connection Gordon had to the Bat was gone. "Because that's what needs to happen; because sometimes the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes, people deserve more." Jenna watched as Alfred burned Rachel's letter; the truth about her choice between Harvey and Bruce burning to cinders with it. Alfred, in an attempt to protect Bruce, had made Jenna promise to never tell him, or anyone, about Rachel's real decision. "Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded." Jenna was sitting on a chair in the GCPD, tears silently falling into her lap shortly after this ordeal was done. She looked up and saw Bruce walking toward her, limping slightly but alive. Jenna jumped out of her seat, ran, and leaped into Bruce's waiting arms, feeling safe for the first time in what felt like years, when in reality, it had only been days. The present Jenna shook her head at him.

"No. No, no, I just lost Harvey and Rachel, Batman, I can't lose you too!" The Batman went over to her and held her shoulders.

"You'll never lose me. I'll always be here when you need me. No matter what it takes, I'll always come back." The Batman kissed her forehead and nodded at Jim, silently telling him to watch over her, before running off into the night.

"Batman. Batman!" Jimmy called, racing down the steps but the Batman never looked back. "Why's he running, Dad?"

"Because we have to chase him," Gordon replied, as he, his son, and Jenna watched the Batman disappear for the last time, Jenna's face damp with tears.

"He didn't do anything wrong," Jimmy said, confused as to why the hero was being hunted.

"Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now.

"So we'll hunt him," Jenna said, putting an arm around Jimmy and holding him close.

"Because he can take it," Jim told his son.

"Because he's not a hero."

"He's a silent guardian."

"A watchful protector." Jim and Jenna looked at each other before saying the last words in unison.

"The Dark Knight."

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