Author's Note: So I'm finally back! Happy New Year everyone! In case you just stumbled upon this story, I suggest you read 'Rescue Me' first, this is the sequel! XD To all my past reviewers: THANK YOU!!! I could never have finished 'Rescue Me' without you! Please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Elena.

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A shadow veil fell over the City of Gotham. Or, what was once Gotham. The various buildings and towers which were so usually cluttered now lay in a heap of rubble among the stone pavement. People were absent from this destruction; some fled during the terror, others…not so lucky. A totaled car lay smashed against an old sewer entrance, the entire metal frame crushed by a collapsing building. In it, you can almost make out the remnants of two tiny skeletons.

The air is putrid ash and the smoke filling your nostrils is almost too much to bear. However, one man accepts this in defeat. One man, out of the entire city, lingers in the dead land, ever searching for justice. His old withered frame limps on past the wreckage, a sad dull look in his eyes. Once, he was a great warrior, the guardian of the people…but no longer. His once vengeful promise to his parents seems ages ago, ever since she died.

The man paused. His gray eyes fill with tears over his dead wife. She had been kidnapped by the mob, and as a message to him, thrown off a bridge and drowned in the ocean. It was only after his grief that he sought revenge, and killed every last one of them. Now her ghost haunted his every waking step and he was powerless to stop her. The burning rage he had felt for so long had died with them, now replaced only by endless guilt.

The man pulled something from his pocket, something of hers. A golden chain with a single diamond at the end, encased in gold rose petals. The man's eyes filled with unshed tears. Oh Elena.

Bruce Wayne jerked upright in his bed, a loud gasp escaping his lips. The vivid nightmare, thought to be reality, vanished into his mind, no longer the façade that he had seen around him. With shaky hands, he brushed his brown hair back against his sweaty scalp and concentrated on controlling his pounding heart. The moonlight from his upper window shone down upon his bare chest, illuminating the drops of sweat that clung to his frame.

Bruce exhaled deeply, shutting his eyes. It had looked so real… he thought, trying to relax his clenched muscles. His breathing began to slow as he continued to exhale, working on controlling his body. Yet, unable to find peace, he found himself wondering about the dream.

He had been having more and more nightmares it seemed, with what little sleep he was getting. On this rare day—the day of his wedding in fact—he would have thought having a free evening from being the caped crusader would expel his raging thoughts. But it only seemed to fuel them more. With a frustrated sigh, Bruce threw the covers aside and walked to the large window that oversaw Gotham City.

The city was indeed beautiful at night. Not seeing it from out of a mask only enhanced it's everlasting beauty. Though it was 3 am, the many buildings of offices still shone with the hundreds of lights and the cars below were just the same. The boundless night sky was covered in twinkling stars and the full moon shone brightly from above. Bruce wondered if he had seen anything more perfect.

"Bruce?" A soft voice called behind him.

Without hesitation, his heart gave an uneven thump inside his chest. After three years, her voice was still the most comforting thing he knew.

"Yes, Elena?" he replied, without turning around. She would see the look in his eyes and know something was wrong.

There was a quiet rustling, then a pair of footsteps met his ear. A warm hand lay comfortably on top his arm, gently turning him to face her. And his heart melted.

Her long brown hair was tousled slightly, evidence of her sleep. She had tossed a silk robe over her undergarments, all that was left from their night of lovemaking. Her sapphire eyes were gentle and innocent, along with her tender lips that were tempting Bruce unconsciously. Her porcelain skin was awash in moonlight, the glow of it encasing her perfect body. No woman on Earth could look so much of an angel to Bruce.

"Bruce? What's wrong?" She still spoke in that hushed tone, the way she would speak to him when he would get injured. She was always there to hold his hand.

"Nothing…" he mumbled, returning his gaze back to the city. "Why don't you go back to sleep—,"

"Bruce…" Her slender fingers tilted his chin towards her and she smiled sadly as his chocolate eyes met hers.

"If you can't trust me to tell me the truth," she continued, reaching over to grasp his other hand. Hers felt so smooth against his rough skin. "I am nothing but a shadow."

The billionaire swallowed thickly. "It was just another nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." He turned and broke free from her grasp, intent on going back to bed. But something stopped him. Maybe it was her silence, maybe it was her understanding. Regardless, he turned to face her.

"I'm sorry, Elena. I just…"

"Shhh…" Gently, she placed two of her fingers against his lips, silencing him. "I know."

The young woman moved her fingers and leaned forward to replace it with her mouth. Awash in desire, Bruce pulled her close, kissing her passionately. Stopping only for air, Bruce's arms tightened around her small waist.

"How did I ever deserve you?" he whispered huskily, earning a pleasurable shiver from Elena.

"That is the same question," she responded, her breathing just as rapid. "That I ask myself everyday." She looked up and smiled at Bruce, her husband, who gently smiled in return.

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Author's Note: So what'd you think? This is just the prologue; the real chapters will be as long as like in 'Rescue Me'. Please R&R!!! I live on reviews! XD