Ello! Minion here! First I would like to very formally thank my readers and reviewers for their devotion and critiques of Mors Et Timor over the span of a year and a half. For those who have never given their name but have always given support (thank you, Megushie!); for those who do possess an account and have spoken with me (PurgatoryNymphe (who also helped me with all the French within my story, thank you!), auriellis, AlainHotCoco1, KaiaUchiha1, Maggie Wilde, KnoKnayme, Katherine ,and Shadow the Ranger); for those who have reviewed from the start and weren't listed above corbsxx, foregetmenotflowers, pourquoibella, Eva Sirico, Guest (on 7/2/12 -Chapter 18), RealityChik, Fan O' Fanfic, MonaTheGreat, Darksidefan5, Mignun, DearNoah, dEnIsE tHe StRaNgE (who has disabled PM's when I wanted to say so much), SageParson, nicsnort, Guest (on 3/21/13 -Chapter 62), narutofangirl1213, Sailor nova 1; for those who have favoritied Mors and not reviewed marriedharrypottercast, latenightlullaby, ladybug213, finishyourtea, breaktheradarr, ari87, bkwrm-rtfrk, ZabuzasGirl, Yattalove, XxVeo the Demon HunterxX, Winged'Pollution, TiaraSalvatore, The-dead-girl's-kiss, Songorita, SilverSpoken63, Sagendorf25, MaeveMonster, LittleFishGirl1103, LadyJoker97, Katara Melody Cullen, Just One Bad Day, HiOhio13, GreenUnicorn Girl, Eclipsegirl4488, BloomingFireHeart, Blood-Star-713, Blackgaz22, AsthaRen, Andromeda Athena, and 555LordBacon666; for those who have followed Mors trudes193, trickstersink, morby-chan, .126, asnanime, YumiDarkness, Wicked Little, TeaAndSebastian, TC Stark, Musicaddict1, House Telvanni, Horrorfana, Faye428, Dreaming in Grey, AlishaCorral; for all the readers who have never reviewed, favorited, or followed my story yet who have read and who continue to read; and for all of those in the future who may read and never speak, who may review (I will still reply), and who may favorite or follow. I hope that throughout this journey together you have received more than a story of horror and romance or a window into deranged minds, but that you have been touched by this story, by some little detail or comment in some way that you can never put into words. Thank you everyone-Thank you!

Now I have news concerning the sequel 'The Greene Files', which is currently being written. I wrote Mors Et Timor in a little over 2 years and hopefully I can write the sequel or the majority of it in a year or less. I have the majority of the sequel planned it is only the battle between dedicated inspiration and hectic writer's block that will determine when I post the sequel. As before I will update consistently once a week, and in order to do so I will need to build up a supply of chapters for those weeks when I do not write anything. If any of you lose interest in waiting and want to leave Mors at this ending then I understand, yet for those who are interested in waiting for the sequel I can promise you a new pov and many new delights, uncovered truths (most of Mors is buried in lies and secrets), complex plots, and unbearable tragedy. Here is the sequel's summary:

"While the investigation on Elisabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane was officially resolved seven years ago, a few loose ends remain. Former Officer, now Detective, Greene continues his own investigation to find the lost innocence of Gotham in the form of Revis, a former mortician and patient of the infamous Dr. Crane. -By Minion"

Also I do not own in any way, shape, or form Batman with that in mind, enjoy!

Chapter 22

Everything in the room seemed to be lost in a glossy haze; my heart beat dully in my chest; Revis clung to me sobbing; our time was up.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

I had one week. Seven days. One-hundred sixty-eight hours.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

There should have been enough time; I didn't realize how…extensive Revis' condition was. I should have planned better—I shouldn't have wasted so much time 'curing' Revis from a malady that required months of intensive, invasive treatment instead of a mere week.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

I had neglected to take preemptive measures, to more tightly restrain Revis' lunacy while we were living on borrowed time, first in Merrick's manor and then in Bane's liberated Gotham.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

Now it was too late. Although I suppose I was overly hasty in my calculations; we still had two hours left. Or at least we had two hours…

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

Yet strangely…I didn't feel regret. I didn't feel much of anything. Unlike Revis who was quite overwhelmed by our current fate. She had made marginal progress, once the bleeding and pleading had subsided, but it was difficult to recreate her dissociated, repressed mindset amidst numerous acts of trauma and stressors. The result would have emerged in time, and even in our limited time I saw flickers of that empty gaze that intrigued me upon first meeting Revis. Yet they were only flickers…and now we were both lost.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

The bomb within Gotham would detonate, for days now the livelihood of even the lowliest addict had dampened considerable if it was not snuffed out entirely. Bane's 'liberation' didn't seem so ideal anymore and consequently no one walked the streets in their final hours. No one showed up to the courts, and even crime seemed to screech to a halt.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

Then the riots started as the once buried police force rose to the surface like worms squirming through mud after rain. Once more the streets of Gotham were in panic as Bane's militia squared off with the GCPD. I took this time to more quickly treat Revis as wild rumors spread—some even saying that Batman had returned.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

Even if the flying rat had returned we were doomed. I wasted my chances to simply lock Revis away in a room where no one would find her and instead seek out Bane. Despite the past occurrences of Revis disappearing my actions were…irrational to say the least.

I failed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you—"

Numbly I petted Revis' hair as she sobbed on my lap.

"Why are you crying?"

I failed.

"I-I don't…I don't want you to die!" Revis cried, griping my dirty slacks tightly.

I failed.

"You're acting like a child, Revis."

She raised her face, blotched red and stained with tears, "How can you be so heartless?! I—I love you and you…you're going to die."

I tilted her chin before it could tuck into her collarbone as she tried to curl back onto my lap, "Momento Mori, Revis."

Her face crumpled, "I hate that! What use is there in remembering mortality when we're going to die any second now! I…I just want you to die knowing that I love you."

I failed.

"Not more than a week ago, you confessed that you had almost murdered me…Now that my death is in someone else's hands, does it bother you? To know that you lost control of my demise, that we are both powerless in life and now in death?"

Revis' lip trembled and for a moment I feared she'd burst into even more senseless tears but instead she seemed to grow more composed. In other circumstances I would have smiled weakly at the advance but I hardly felt like smiling now.

I failed.

"We are going to die…Aren't we?" Revis asked, numbed.

Instead of answering, I leaned forward and used my grip on her chin to pull her into a kiss. Although the kiss was long and of all the moments used to exchange affections ours was the most appropriate…I felt nothing.

I failed.

Revis positioned herself atop of me, holding me tightly in an embrace as we shared the large, mocking throne used for the 'Judge' of Bane's court. I continued to pet Revis' darkened hair, her torn yet healing neck, her lacerated back. If I was causing her more pain, she never gave any sign of her discomfort.

I failed.

What were we supposed to do now? Bane never called for my skills and as the days continued on I realized I too had been discarded as a useless tool. It seemed Bane wasn't going to take any chances as time ticked away and panic deluded even the most stable of minds—like mine.

I failed.

Reflecting was useless; time only marched forward leading our sickly funeral procession with utmost punctuality. Yet still my eyes wandered, not to the previous wasted week but to the woman I held in my arms. I closed my eyes and rested my head against hers as the punishing thought continued to lash my mind.

I failed.

An explosion sounded in the distance—and now, with any passing second, we would die.

…

We waited—Even as a second explosion rocked the earth, we continued to wait.

Senseless fears crossed our minds, vague words of affection sometimes slipped from our lips, but we never moved from our position and we never wanted to accept that each breath, each thought, each heartbeat, and each word were like seconds…their passing marked our nearing demise.

It wasn't until those seconds turned to minutes and those minutes turned to hours that our waiting seemed…tedious almost.

The first two explosions, although the second was undeniably more powerful, were probably just the antics of a depraved lunatic creating chaos among an anarchist state.

My eyes flickered to the clock, its face was cracked and its battery dead but whether by habit or fancy I continued to watch the motionless clock.

It almost felt like we too were suspended in time…always waiting.

It wasn't until I heard the brazen alarm of sirens in the distance that I knew something was amiss.

Revis merely tightened her grip on me and whispered, "Would they give out a warning? Is there anyone worth warning?"

We paused, listening to our breath mingle in the empty courtroom as dust swirled in the fading rays of the sun. Although it was only a single pane of glass that separated us, it seemed as though all warmth was leeched from the room. If not for our beating hearts, churning blood throughout our bodies, I felt that we too would freeze.

Yet the sirens continued and it seemed a new riot was breaking out in the streets, their shouts shook the windows of our empty fortress.

Was this it? The frenzy before oblivion?

No…the shouts they sounded too organized, repetitious almost. The frenzied screams and hoarse panic seemed absent from the Gothamites scurrying outside.

Did Batman really—

"How inconsiderate," Revis muttered, chuckling darkly, "Even in our last hour we can't mourn in peace."

Is that what this was? Mourning?

"There is no peace to the wicked," I murmured absentmindedly.

Revis reached for my hand, the one which was not stroking the back of her head near her neck, and wove her fingers in between mine, "Yes…Yes, there is."

"CITZENS OF GOTHAM, HELP IS ON THE WAY! PLEASE GO TO THE RED CROSS CENTER ON MAIN STREET."

Revis looked at me in confusion as we listened to the bullhorn outside as more sirens joined the scene.

"THE CRISIS IS OVER. HELP IS ON ITS WAY! PLEASE GO TO THE RED CROSS CENTER ON MAIN STREET."

Cheers filled the street, the bullhorn continued its message, and a sickening relief was falling over Gotham.

Revis spoke softly, grasping my arm tightly, "The city will be reclaimed—We can't stay here…"

She trailed off, no doubt thinking over how we had survived.

Yet we heard our answer as the crowds chanted one name amid the chaos of recovery:

Batman.

Revis trembled in my lap, "T-They'll hunt us…like before. We're not safe here," she paused searching my eyes for some emotion—I knew there was none, "Why won't you say anything?! We miraculously survived and you can just sit there!"

As Revis pushed against my chest to emphasize her point, I grabbed her hands, "Revis. How do you think The Batman saved us? You heard the explosions, while the flying rat is resourceful he isn't immortal."

Her face stared at mine in confusion and that's when I realized that Revis had never met Batman before, she didn't know the man's formidable stature and dangerous mind, "How do you know he is dead?"

"I never said he was," I spoke calmly as my mind raced, "If he died, the GCPD will trip over themselves trying to capture us while memorializing him. If he's alive, no matter his 'heroics', they'll put him on trial. Yet knowing him, should he survive he'll avoid capture and then hunt us down along with whatever criminals the police failed to round up. Apart from the overly-optimistic possibility of his death, we are at a disadvantage."

Revis allowed me to hold her hands. She probably thought I didn't realize I was still touching her, "He saved us…That's more than you ever did. Shouldn't we—"

Her words hit me with a burning irony as I retorted, "Do what, Revis? 'Thank him'? Do you think you'd survive long in Arkham? We are merely recipients of his public service. If he saw us he wouldn't concern himself with our 'gratitude' but instead our arrest. Batman isn't bound by the law, only his 'moral' code."

"So then what's left for us?" Revis asked quietly, "What will it be: Death or Exile?"

I stared at Revis, her pale face contrasting against the dark shadows below her reddened eyes; I thought of the emotions she evoked within me and the countless times she endangered me; I felt her hands tremble in mine, her body resting so easily against the same man who tortured her not even a day ago; I remembered my failed treatment, the many hours of Revis' screaming and my own voice hoarse from shouting rationality back at her, the blood-soaked trench coat she insisted on wearing even now; I recognized the fatal irrationality I possessed, the irrationality she caused—but I couldn't bring myself to choose.

Instead I once more kissed Revis, feeling nothing but the pressure of our lips and the mocking of emptiness within me.

Tired of the nothingness, I pulled back and stared into the vibrant life Revis possessed. It was then that I felt a spark of hope.

We were alive, her treatment would continue, and we would give Gotham what it deserved:

"Justice."