The White Knight // Batman

Chapter Thirty-Seven

I had to carry Bruce's body until I had gotten to the car. I narrowed it from Alfred since he wouldn't be using it tonight. He didn't know what I was doing today and I didn't care. I told him I would bring it one piece but since the death of his seragent son,  he hadn't been the same since.

I carried Bruce to the vehicle and made sure no one was looking and slipped him into the backseat. I sighed,  seeing his body the way it was and hoped to God that it would work. I shook my head,  this has to work. I don't know where Ras Al Gul was but I knew Nightwing did. I could fake him into leading me there. But how? As I brought the car down Gotham City,  I started to think about what I was going to do. I had Gotham's Prince in the backseat,  my nerves were shot. My hands were shaking,  my heart was racing. This was going to be a nightmare. Maybe Nightwing was right,  this was going to be a bad idea.

I turned down the docks and went to the edge of it. I remember Joker and Harley being out here, the last time I saw them. Joker,  or Jack,  had actually when to Bruce's funeral. Of course, him and Harley were in disguise but I could see that tall,  lengthy body with weird skin anywhere. Even though he died his hair,  his green hair still shined somewhat. 

I sighed,  turning off the engine and taking sat back. Tears flowed down my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about what I was doing. I missed Bruce,  I miss his lips pressed against mine,  I missed his prayers with me. I missed holding him in my arms. Maybe I'm the one that was going crazy but I couldn't let him go. I can't let Bruce Wayne go. There wasn't anyone else like him. Sure Dick was going to take Batman for a while and Nightwing was going to be Robin but when does it stop?

"Who the heck is that?" I heard Harley ask. She must have been in the house since I heard dishes clanging in the sink.

"Is that... Bruce Wayne's car?" Jack asked. Joker still had that shrill voice that I had grown to love. I couldn't help but smile and step out of the car.

"It's JASPER!" Harley shrieked. I swear Adam glass broke and I heard her pounding feet go to the door and Jack laughing as he watched his beloved go out the door. She came out running to me. She had changed a lot. Her skin was still pale but she was a blond again. Her hair was shorter and she looked a lot happier.

"Jasper!" she shrieked and before I could react,  she had her arms around me hugging me tightly. I smiled and hugged my sister tightly.

Of course, she wasn't my real sister but she was a better one than Kendra.

She pulled away with her nose scrunched up. Oh no. If anything Harley knows that smell. She was evil for years and I'm pretty sure she knows what a rotten body smelled like. She pulled back and went to the back window and I couldn't stop her. She cupped her hands around the window and saw Bruce there.

"Oh my Gosh," she whispered. She looked at me with wide eyes,  "You kidding me?!"

Now she was ticked. I could hear Jack coming outside and his smile dropped into the biggest frown. I didn't know what to do but to stand there. I know that what I was doing was possibly wrong but I couldn't live without Bruce. Harley knows the pain when she thought Joker was dead so many times before. I was standing there looking at the look of those two. They were wondering what I was doing and all I could do was glow. Instead of feeling any sadness or anything, I was feeling pain. 

"Don't say anything," I glared at the two.

"You don't know what your putting yourself into, Jasper. Just look at-" Joker started but I shoved him.

"I know what I am doing! Now, where is he?!" I asked the both of them. I saw that familiar look spark in Joker's eyes. When someone shoved him and did things to him, he turned into his old self. Kind of like Jackle and Hyde. I stood there pretty much challenging Joker. I didn't have time for this. I had a dead body in the back of the car and I needed to get him to Ras Al Ghul. Harley sighed.

"I'll take you to him," She whispered. She looked to Joker and than look to me again. Joker shook his head. 

"Whatever, get yourself killed but don't come crying to me," He said, got up and went back to their shack. I powered down and Harley and I got in the car. I still wasn't sure if this was something I really wanted to do. I needed Bruce back but did I need him back this bad?