OMG!!!! The last chapter!!! Holy cow!

I thought it was funny that I posted the last chapter of this story on my B-day! That's right, July 30th, My B-day. hahaha. Doesn't feel too different. I still feel the same. I did get a very nice present for my Birthday. I got a very nice iPod Touch. It's freakin amazing. It even has internet so I can go on Facbook, or Fanfiction on it. SWEETNESS!!! I have to thank my parents for splurging and buying me a 400 dollar gift.

ANYWAY!!! I did put the little intro thingy at the bottom, or whatever. Hope you enjoy.

Leave Review to tell me how you liked it. If not, whatever. It's cool.

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, nor Christian Balde. I do own all OC's that are not familiar with the movies.

Enjoy!!

Seven years later- September

"Ryan, come on. You need to get to bed." Andrea shouted down the stairs. Bruce walked up next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Getting the kids together?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm trying, but of course they would rather run around then go to bed." She mumbled. Bruce laughed.

"They are eight and six; of course they would rather run around." He told her. She chuckled and watched as her son began to climb up the massive steps.

"Mom, Grayson told me that Santa wasn't coming this year because I put whipped cream in his underwear drawer." Ryan shouted, his green eyes sparkling a little at the last statement. Andrea sighed. She was about to say something, but Grayson cut her off as he was running up the stairs.

"How would you like it if I put whipped cream in your underwear drawer?" He asked. Ryan smirked and lifted his nose up proudly.

"I would love it, because I would eat it all. I did you a favor."

"Ryan, stop putting food in Grayson's underwear drawer. Come on, get to bed. You have school tomorrow." She told him. He sighed.

"But I hate school. All the kids there are stuck up." He told her, scrunching up his nose. Andrea looked at Bruce, who was nodding his head absentmindedly. She nudged him and he snapped to attention.

"Ryan, eventually you'll get used to it. Just try and deal with it for now. When you're older, you can go to Gotham Central High." He told him. Ryan rolled his eyes and looked at Andrea, who nodded her head.

"Fine, goodnight mommy." He said. She leaned down and gave him a hug and kiss on his head. She smiled at him and roughed up his hair a bit..

"Night, sweet heart." He smiled and hugged his father.

"Night, daddy." He told him.

"Night, Ryan. Get some sleep." He told him, ushering him off to bed.

"Where is-" Andrea asked looking around.

"Daddy, daddy! Alfred showed me this cool place where I found this rock." A voice said. Bruce looked down the stairs and saw his brown haired daughter run up the stairs. He smiled and leaned down, picking her up.

"What kind of rock, Angel?" He asked. She smiled at her nick-name and showed him the rock that looked like a heart.

"It's a heart. I want to give it to you and mommy." She said, her hazel eyes bright.

"Thank you, Angel. I'll keep it safe for you." He told her. She smiled and kissed his cheek lightly.

"Night, daddy." She said. He put her down and smiled.

"Night, Angel." He replied. She moved over to Andrea, who had kneeled down to be at her daughter's level and gave her a kiss.

"Night mommy." She said.

"Night Angela." Andrea said smiling. Angel looked at Grayson and hugged his legs, which made Grayson rolled his eyes.

"Night Gray." She told him, running off. Grayson waved and looked at Bruce and Andrea, scrunching his nose when Bruce kissed her head.

"I'm off. I have a date." He said, walking back down the stairs.

"Don't be out too late." Andrea told him.

"Yes, mom." He replied. Andrea chuckled and leaned against Bruce.

"What were we thinking?" She asked.

"Thinking?" He asked, wrapping both arms around her waist.

"When we said we wanted kids, Grayson was enough." Bruce chuckled and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss and turned around so their fronts were facing each other. Just as his hand traveled up her back, he pulled away which earned an annoyed groan from Andrea.

"I'm sorry, but Gotham calls." He told her, kissing her deeply then pulling her away giving her a chaste kiss.

"Be safe." She told him.

"I will. Don't wait up, my white maiden." He told her, kissing her forehead. She laughed and rolled her eyes.. Eight years didn't change the fact that he was corny.

"I'll try, my dark knight." He chuckled and traveled down the stairs to the study. Andrea looked out one of the many windows and saw the bat signal, calling her husband away. She sighed and headed to bed, she needed to be up and ready for tomorrow when the kids would be up and causing a ruckus. She chuckled and headed to bed, but not before passing a family portrait that stood next to Bruce's old one. It was just recently taken with all the kids, Grayson included, Bruce, Andrea, and Alfred after they begged him to join in. It was taken outside the gate, overlooking Wayne manor. She smiled at her insane family and headed to bed, knowing that she would be woken up by her husband in a few hours time.

The End.

Now, Ladies and Gentle man, Here is the intro and bit of the first chapter to my other story. I'm not sure if I'm going to publish it or not. But If I do I will let you know.

I'm also sorry if the character comes off as a Mary-sue as well. I'm working on it.

When I'm Gone

The sound of footsteps was echoing through the manor, which was soon joined by laughter. Thunder roared outside as the rain beat against windows, but it didn't seem to faze the children now running though the mansion.

"Tag, your it!" A girl shouted. Bruce turned toward her, scrunching his nose.

"I hate being it." He stated. She laughed at him.

"No tag backs." She told him, running up the stairs.

"Who am I going to tag then?" she shrugged.

"Tag Rachel." At that moment another girl ran into the large room, her eyes narrowing at the sound of that.

"No, don't tag me, tag Hanna." She snapped. Bruce sighed and picked up an old tennis ball and began to bounce it off the floor.

"This game is boring, let's do something else." He stated.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." Hanna jested.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne." Rachel continued.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Wayne." Hanna finished. She and Rachel began to laugh at their little joke, causing Bruce to turn red. He took the tennis ball and tightened his grip.

"It's not funny." He muttered.

"It is funny." Rachel remarked. Brue glared at her.

"Oh come on Brucey, lighten up. Stop being such a spoiled little prince." Hanna shot. Bruce glared at her and threw the tennis ball her way. She shrieked and ducked, dodging the tennis ball coming at her. The tennis ball missed her and bounced off the wall, then hurtling itself into a extremely expensive vase and shattering it.

"Uh-oh." Rachel muttered.

"Bruce?" called Martha Wayne. Bruce looked at the girls franticly.

"Run." He hissed, the girls needed no further instruction. All three of them began running through the house, stopping when they heard the sound of adult footsteps.

"In here!" Rachel hissed, pulling Bruce into a broom closet. Bruce quickly grabbed Hanna's hand and pulled her in with him. They quickly closed the door and squished themselves in the back of the closet, trying to get as far away from the door as they could. After a few minutes they heard the sound of Mrs. Wayne's heels click against the hard marble floor and saw the outline of them under the door.

"Oh no." Bruce muttered. Hanna and Rachel quickly covered his mouth so he wouldn't say anything else, and watched her silhouette carefully.

"I know you children broke the vase, and I'm not angry. So whenever you are ready to come out of hiding let me know." She told them, pausing for a moment before walking away. After a few moments the trio fell out of the closet, all of them laughing.

"That was too close." Rachel muttered.

"I thought she was going to yell at us." Hanna stated. Bruce shook his head.

"Nah, I'm just going to get a lecture later." Hanna shrugged.

"You deserve it, you broke the vase." She stated. Bruce narrowed his eyes at her, at an attempt to glare, though it didn't seem to have that affect. He went to say something, but before he could Rachel stood up and tapped his shoulder.

"Tag, your it." She cried, then ran off with Hanna right next to her. Bruce sighed and ran after them, continuing their game.

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21 years later

'Bruce Wayne, Back from the dead!' The message sent a wave of relief through her chest as she read the title on the front cover of the magazine. She sighed and put it down, running a hand through her dark long locks.

"Hanna!" a voice called into her office. She looked up and smiled as her deep blue eyes met her friends own pale blue.

"Rachel, you're out of your office." Rachel chuckled and sat down in a chair next to her friends worn desk.

"You're one to talk, I hardly ever see you out and about unless we're meeting for dinner." Hanna shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm busy." She defended lightly. Rachel smiled and looked around the worn classroom, sighing slightly.

"They really don't take care of this place well enough." She noted. Hanna sighed and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, the sad thing is that the only funding the school get's is from the mob." Rachel shook her head in disbelief.

"Then why do you still work here? I thought you hate the mob." Rachel asked.

"I do, but I love teaching music more than I hate the mob." She explained. Rachel smiled and looked on her desk, frowning at the newspaper on her desk.

"So I guess you heard then." She stated. Hanna looked at the newspaper, smiling softly at the picture of Bruce. She looked back at Rachel and nodded.

"I did, I'm still in shock." She muttered.

"I can't believe he's still alive, he was gone for so long." Hanna agreed and tapped her fingers on the table for a minute, while just looking at the paper.

"Have you seen him?" she asked. Rachel shook her head.

"No… I haven't. I've been so busy I didn't even bother," Hanna nodded and sat back. "Did you go see him?" Rachel asked.

"No, between work and running around I haven't even thought about it. Plus I don't think I could bring Danny all the way to Wayne Manor. It's much too far for a weekday trip, then our weekends are filled with soccer and chores." Rachel smiled and shook her head.

"Yeah well, that's what happens when people grow up." She stated. Hanna nodded and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt.

"I guess it's different for Bruce, he doesn't have any responsibility." She muttered.

"Well, he's rich, it's not like he has to do much." Rachel told her, laughing a little. Hanna also chuckled and shrugged. There was a moment of silence between them. Rachel looked over at her desk and saw a picture of the three of them, before they all left for college.

"I can't believe you still have this." She chuckled. Hanna looked at the photo and smiled.

"I was actually going to change it to something else, but I got so busy I forgot." She answered honestly. Rachel laughed and shook her head.

"Well, don't change it just yet, I want a copy of it." Hanna nodded.

"Of course," There was another moment of silence before she spoke once more. "We're still going out to dinner next week, right?" She asked. Rachel nodded and smiled warmly.

"Of course, is everything set up for you?" she asked. Hanna nodded and smiled.

"Yup, everything is set." Rachel stood up and grabbed her coat.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." Hanna waved.

"See you tomorrow." She replied. Rachel waved back and left the classroom, leaving Hanna alone. Hanna paused for a moment, simply staring the door before looking back at the paper. Her lips pressed together as she looked over his picture in the paper. Something in her stomach stirred as her eyes traced over his features in the picture.

She wondered if he still looked the same, even after all these years. She hadn't seen him when he came back from Princeton, she was away at West Chester University at the time, so she really had no idea how he had changed. Perhaps it was for the best, with Bruce in her life brought complication, and the last thing she needed was complication.