And here is the final chapter of Part 2!

I had no idea how long it would be until I saw him again. When I finally broke away from him, I sadly watched him go. First, he lost Rachel, then he was going to lose me. At least the letter explained everything. Because that went so well with Rachel…Oh, shoot, what if Alfred ended up burning my own letter?

You know, maybe I should've told him in person…Well, no time for that now.

He walked away as Mr. Fox took off his jacket and began to get to work. I pulled out my laptop and headset and prepared to help him.

In order for both of us to hear him, I put what came through the headset onto a speaker.

Mr. Fox worked with all the screens while I pulled up several things on my laptop and listened for Bruce's voice.

"Kris," I finally heard him say after what must've been at least an hour. "There's something going on with the ferries."

I pulled up some street cameras, but nothing gave me enough view to see the ferries. In the long run, I guess I didn't really need the visuals.

Suddenly, the Joker's voice came out across our speakers. And now came the ferry test…

I stood up and walked beside Mr. Fox as he began to try to zero in on where the Joker was. "His voice is on the ferry, but it's not the source," he muttered. The signal went across several screens before we finally got something.

"He's west!" I said eagerly.

"I'm calling Gordon," his gravelly voice came through my headset. I tuned out his half of the conversation with the Commissioner and listened to what the Joker was saying. It was so scary to hear him giving everyone the rules to his little game.

My index finger rubbed my bottom lip like I usually did when I was really into something and/or concentrating really hard.

"It's not that simple," Batman's voice said. "With the Joker, it never is."

"What's simple," I heard Gordon say angrily, "is that every second we don't take him, those people on the ferries get closer to blowing each other up!"

"That won't happen."

"Then he'll blow both of them up!"

"I need five minutes alone."

"No! There's no time! We have clear shots! Dent's in there with them! We have to save Dent! I have to save Dent!"

I knew he had already dived off the roof and was soaring over to the building. I wanted so direly to know what it was like for him to fly over the city like that. It had to have been amazing.

Oh, what am I doing? Wrong place, wrong time!

"Kris, I need picture," Batman said.

Mr. Fox quickly hit some keys beneath the screens and sent the images to his mask. "Okay," he said. "You got POV on alpha, omni on beta." We both explained to him where exactly the people were…but I knew that Mr. Fox had it wrong.

"Listen to me," I said much more firmly than I had before. As soon as I said those words, I knew he was all ears. The last time he had ignored me when I said that, Rachel died. "The doctors in that building are the Joker's henchmen and those with clown masks are the hostages. The SWAT team is targeting the wrong group of people!"

I faintly heard the sound of a mask being whipped off and he knew I was right. Of course I was. I couldn't be wrong when I was here. I listened to numerous sounds of exertion from him and other parties and the crash of lots of windows breaking. I looked over at Fox with worry etched on my face, even though I knew how this was going to pan out. He reassuringly took my hand and gave me a comforting smile. Right then, I knew that this man was way more than a boss to me. He continued to give Batman instructions using the sonar.

When I heard various SWAT team screams, I couldn't help but smile as I pictured them hanging off the side of the building. They were nothing when up against Batman.

"Kris," I heard Batman say over the speaker. His voice was calm and collected and reassuring though still raspy. "Everything's going to be okay."

"I know," I said back to him.

"Ah, you made it," I heard the Joker's voice say to Batman. "I'm so thrilled!"

"Where's the detonator?" Batman growled.

"Go get him!" Dogs started barking and I could hear Bruce groaning in pain as they really went at him. There were more shouts of pain as the Joker hit him. I put my hands to my head, not able to withstand hearing him like that. It was strange how much different everything was when it was very real to me. Hearing him like that was awful. Mr. Fox noticed me really having a hard time listening to that because he put his hand on my shoulder and gave a small squeeze.

The screens went nuts and then all of a sudden the Joker appeared and nailed Bruce. That certainly didn't help the state I was in. I think I was close to having another panic attack.

I distracted myself from the horrendous noises by finding out exactly where Dent was holding Gordon's family. But I couldn't focus with the sound of Bruce's pain. It was almost like I was getting hit with him.

It was where Rachel had been taken. So where was that? Gah, I couldn't remember when my mind was going crazy!

So I did something that was completely and utterly cheating. I went on my laptop and pulled up the script for The Dark Knight. Scanning quickly through it, I managed to find the line in the interrogation room where the Joker gives him the addresses. I switched them up and wrote down the one where he had said Dent was when it was really Rachel: 250 52nd Street.

"If we don't stop fighting, we're going to miss the fireworks!" the Joker said tauntingly. I knew he was leaning over Bruce, choking him, but if I could just hold on, one of my favorite lines was coming up. Funny how throughout all of this, I was still fangirling inside.

"There won't be any fireworks," Batman growled, his oxygen supply cut off.

"And here…we…go!" Midnight hit, and much to the Joker's disappointment, nothing happened.

"What were you trying to prove? That deep down, we're all as ugly as you? You're alone."

"Can't rely on anyone these days. You gotta do everything yourself, don't we? That's okay, I came prepared. It's a funny world we live in. Speaking of which, you know how I got these scars?"

"No. But I know how you get these!"

I smiled broadly as he spoke the best line in The Dark Knight and I heard the sound of his gauntlet going off and a laugh that send a shiver down my spine.

Then there was a groan and I knew that Bruce had caught him with one of his tools. Trying to get him the information as quickly as I could, I took the headset away from the speakers and put it on my head as I exited the room.

"Listen, there's a problem. Dent's grabbed Gordon's family. He's at the address where Rachel died: 250 52nd Street. Get there as soon as you can—"

My speech was cut off as someone grabbed me from behind and clamped his hand firmly over my mouth. My headset got knocked to the floor in the process. Struggling ended up being absolutely pointless, especially when another man appeared to help the first one. I could not believe what was happening. After all that had happened, I was being kidnapped.

"You just couldn't let me go, could you?" the Joker laughed as Batman pulled him back up. "This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible, aren't you? Huh? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever."

"You'll be in a padded cell forever," Batman rasped.

"Maybe we can share one. You know, they'll be doubling up, the rate this city's inhabitants are losing their minds."

"This city just showed you that it's full of people ready to believe in good."

"Until their spirit breaks completely. Until they get a good look at the real Harvey Dent, and all the heroic things he's done. You didn't think I'd risk losing the battle for Gotham's soul in a fist fight with you? No. You need an ace in the hole. Mine's Harvey."

Now it made sense what Kris had been saying about Dent going after Gordon's family. She was being oddly silent now though. Usually when he was having these kinds of conversations, she was there to offer some kind of order to stay calm or words of comfort for him. Had this all been a bit too much on her?

"What do you mean?"

"I took Gotham's White Knight, and I brought him down to our level. It wasn't hard. See, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push. And I'm going to bring down its Dark Knight as well. Because you have another choice to make. And this one will break you just as much if not completely. You see, I know about that girl helping you. What is it? Kristina? Oh, no, she likes to be called Kris, doesn't she?"

No. No, no, no, no, this could not be happening. Losing Rachel was bad enough. It would kill him to lose Kris too. "What have you done with her?"

"I believe Mr. Dent is in the process of doing some…not so great things. Things that involve Gordon's lovely family. At least, I'm pretty sure that's what going on. Isn't that what your lady friend said to you? Well, you can either go save the girl, or go save Gordon and his family. As for the girl, don't worry, she won't explode. I've specifically ordered for her not to be killed. But there's no telling what they will have done to her by the time you get there."

Bruce's body had gone numb. Even when he caught the Joker, he still lost. The last time he had faced this kind of choice, he had chosen the woman he loved, and as a result, the Joker won. This time, he knew that he had to give priority to Dent and not go after Kris. She was tough, so he prayed that she could withstand whatever was happening to her until her got there.

Well, I certainly had not seen this one coming. Mr. Fox and Bruce had to have known that I was gone by now. I just hoped that Bruce went after Harvey and not me. It wouldn't be worth it. No matter what the Joker's men did to me, I would be leaving this world in an hour or so. If he came after me, there was no telling what Harvey would do to Gordon's family.

While it didn't matter that I was here, I knew I had to get out. I had to make sure Bruce knew I was okay before I disappeared. I couldn't have him thinking I was kidnapped for the next eight years. He'd kill himself looking for me. If I could just let him know that I was okay, he could get through the next stretch of time before he saw me again.

I looked around me and tried to plan a means of escaping. I was in a small room, but I had no idea where. I had been blindfolded on the way here. From the looks of it, I was in some kind of…factory maybe? The men had just thrown me in here without tying me up or anything. I knew they were taking orders from the Joker, so I was trying to think of what he possibly had in mind for me. What could he even do? He had been caught and was being sent to Arkham right now.

If I got through the door, the men would easily recapture me. I would have to trick them or something so I could get past them. The problem was I had no idea how many were in this building with me, if any that is. Was I going to be blown up like Rachel? This was all really confusing. I didn't like not knowing what was supposed to happen.

I began scanning the walls to see if there were any holes or cracks that I could attempt to escape through.

None of my plan ended up being put into action because before I knew it, I felt the familiar pull that signaled my time was up.

"No," I said quietly. I couldn't leave yet! Not without telling Bruce I was okay! "No, no, no, no, NO!"

The next thing I knew, I was being thrown into my apartment. I took one look around me and screamed in frustration. I hadn't been ready to leave! And now I wouldn't be back for who knows how long?

The DVD case rested beside me, the DVD inside no longer glowing. I picked it up and threw it against the wall. The DVD popped out of the case and there was a small dent on the wall where the case had hit. I held my head in my hands and squeezed my eyes tightly shut, trying to hold on to every memory of Bruce that I could possibly find, from the touch of his hands on my waist to the feel of his lips on mine. I held onto those feelings and refused to let them leave me.

I had no idea how long it would be before I went back to Gotham for The Dark Knight Rises, nor did I know how my presence would affect the people I had come in contact with. I just knew one thing. I already missed Bruce more than I ever thought I would…and I had this gut feeling that the same went for him.

Well, I can only imagine how many people I have upset by ending the story like this. Please don't hurt me. Part 3 will be uploaded in three days, so keep a look-out for it!