Alter-Ego (Batman fanfic)

Chapter thirty one- loose ends

Chapter thirty one- loose ends

At first the room was in a stunned silence. It was almost like it was unrealistic to believe that the whole ordeal was actually over. Impossible even to think that the Joker was dead and that he could no longer torment the city a second longer.

I was feeling way too many emotions at once. I was mad for my situation, I was sad for my being betrayed, but most of all I was happy for it all to have been over. I felt other things like fear and regret, confusion. Happiness prevailed. Trust me if you thought you were going to die, you'd be happy too.

"You killed him."

The other man with the half black mask scoffed "what did you want me to do, throw him a party."

"I didn't expect much else from you," Bruce returned in a monotone voice.

"Listen up Wayne, I came here for her, not you, so I couldn't give two shits if you don't like what I do, get it!"

"just because I've got bigger things to deal with doesn't mean I overlook murder," Bruce growled back.

I was so frustrated, who was this guy, why did Bruce work with him if he was a murderer, and how the hell did he know me. I wanted answers and I needed them now.

"Excuse me, but what in the heck is going on around here! First I'm kidnapped, then I find out my boyfriend is a crime fighting vigilante, and now I'm standing here listening to you two argue and I don't even know who the hell you are!" I pointed to the masked man.

Bruce sighed "Harmony, I don't know how to-" he was interrupted by the sound of chaos erupting in the city.

All of us looked toward the big glass windows and saw a row of fires and screaming sounds of the citizens of Gotham. The joker said he was going to poison the city, what if he already did. I looked over at his body and shivered thinking about him getting the last laugh, killing hundreds. That's when I realized I didn't matter. That whatever questions I had didn't deserve to be answered compared to the lives that could be saved by him.

I gave Bruce a nod, and he knew what it meant, it meant that it was okay for him to leave, that I understood what he had to do. That there would be no consequence for him having to go at this moment. Later on though I'm not sure where this could be going, I don't know how to move past it. How to feel about it.

"I'll stay here, you go," the man in half black said to Bruce.

I was surprised to see that Bruce complied, leaving me with a potential muderer and no form of protection, but I'm glad that he did. Whomever this man was, and I intended to find out, Bruce trusted him with me, but he didn't trust him as a person. So I was very confused. Did I know this guy?

"Harmony, I'll find you as soon as I can, I promise."

"Just promise me you won't die," I approached him, and knowing that it might be the last time I kiss him I pulled onto his suit and went full make out. After he smiled, pulled back on his mask, and left through the hole in the glass he made before.

I was now alone with the mystery man, and I was staring at him, and he was staring at me. All of the sudden out of nowhere I began to cry. Hysterically. Everything that just happened hit me like a ton of bricks, and my pathetic attempt to seem strong crumbled underneath me.

The mystery man lifted off his mask and revealed a weathered face of a middle aged man, with a salt and pepper colored beard and most notably an eyepatch. The eye he had looked at me sympathetically, and he intertwined his hands with my own. I couldn't place it but I had seen this man before, his face was cataloged deep in my memories.