Devyn's POV

"do you think he will be here?"Bruce asks,

I sigh, "I don't know, I'm hoping so, I'm sick of chasing him"

Bruce nods. I get out and look up at the building, Why have nostalgia if it does not infect you with happiness?

Emotional pain leaves invisible scars, yet they can be traced by the most gentle of touch. Sometimes, like a cyst, the "wound" must be opened to be healed; other times a well meaning person may seek to heal what should be left alone. If it can be ignored and a normal happy life resumed, isn't it kinder to have faith in the natural healing process?

I've never been a person to hold a grudge, instead seeking to understand the motives of another. It doesn't mean there is no scar, only that I need have no forgiveness of the other. To forgive you must first resent, or at least that is my understanding. Perhaps that's why I heal so well, I'm not sure. Anyhow, perhaps my scars are my road-map, maybe I'd be lost without them.

I step into the building and take a deep breath, "here we go" I whisper,

My footsteps up the stairs echo. This building sued to be full of all types and sorts of people and families, now barely a few remain as its walls crumble and crack, that night left a burning memory. I reach the top and my door has been replaced, in order to try and fix whatever happened that night. I scoff and push my hand against the door, while reaching for my gun.

The door creaks open and inside all is darkness, I listen and I hear nothing. Stepping futher inside I try and lights, relieved to see the power is still there. With the lights now showing the apartment I can see they have tried to tidy and clean somewhat but its still nothing like it used to be, it's not home. Flashes of that night, my father, the masks, the guns; all come flooding to me and I flinch.

Walking around the apartment, looking at everything I realise...I'm alone. He's not here. My heart sinks and I head back to the front door, until; a piece of paper and a pen catches my eye and an idea comes to me,

Grabbing them both I begin to scribble,

J,

I am not dead, the bullet never hit me, come home.

D.

I leave it on the counter and all I can do now is hope. Getting back into the bat pod Bruce looks at me,

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm just tired..I thought all of this would be over....how nieve was that"I sigh,

"You'll get to stop soon..I know it, you deserve it after all" Bruce smiles,

"Yeah..."I smile.

Shane's POV

"Shane! come look at this!"

I rush over to where Gordon was reviewing the lab results, I stand next to him and lean over,

"What is it?"

"Devyn..."

My eyes widen, "Hang on...could those hairs be from when he supposedly shot her?"

Jim nods but looks back at the results, "I would have agreed however the blood on the hair isnt hers its Jamie's and its from when he was shot..."

I step back, "so...Devyn.."

"we know one thing Devyn is very much still alive but we can't be certain that shes the one who shot Jamie.."

"Jesus Christ..." I sigh, putting my head in my hand,

Suddenly I hear footsteps and I turn, Millie is marching towards us, eyes red with tears. She turns to gordon and starts handing him her stuff, starting with her ID bage, her gun, holster etc,

"I. Quit."

"B-But Millie-"I start,

"-No! I can't...I can't take this anymore!"She declared,

"Oh Millie..."Gordon says,

Her lip wobbles but she takes a breath and looks at us both, she straightens her back and puts her hand out, Gordon takes it,

"I'm sorry..but goodbye Jim."

He nods but shakes her hand firmly, "Goodbye Millie, you know where we are if you need us"

She nods with a half smile and lets go, moving to me. My eyes water and I shake my head, "No..."I whimper,

"Please.."she whispers,

I take her hand but before she can speak I pull her in for a hug, tears flood from my eyes,

"Goodbye Shane..I'm so sorry"

"Goodbye Millie...please dont hesitate to come to me or call if you need me.."

She pulls away and puts a hand on my cheek, "I know" She reaches up to peck my cheek, turning and walking away with a sad smile.

Devyn's POV

Bruce drops me off back at the house,

"Are you sure you don't want to come stay at the manor with me?"He offers,

"Thank you Bruce, but I want to be here just incase.."I trail off,

"Okay"He nods, I go to turn, "Oh Devyn..?"

"Yes?"

"Can I tell Alfred you're alive and okay?"

I smile, slight tears in my eyes, "Yes..yes you can"

He nods and smiles,

"and tell him I miss him"

"Of course Devyn, call me if you need me"

I smile and wave as he drives away. I sigh and light up another cigarette before walking back into the house, shutting the door but not locking it. Looking around I decided I should tidy and clean a little bit so it does look like I'm here. I turn my phone on and put it on charge in the kitchen, putting my music on shuffle, I laugh as If I Could Turn Back Time started playing, I turned it all the way up, moving to the sink to run the water to start wiping the blood and everything away,

"If I could turn back time

If I could find a way

I'd take back those words that've hurt you and you'd stay"I sing quietly along with the song,

I squeeze the cloth and start wiping down the sides, putting the bloody knife that I had held earlier in the day in the sink to be washed,

"I don't know why I did the things I did

I don't know why I said the things I said

Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside

Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes" I sang once more,

Once the sides were washed I grabbed the brush and started sweeping up the dirt and mess on the floor, pushing it into one pile and collecting it into a pan, throwing it away. Moving into the main hall in front of the kitchen I started picking up pieces of clothing,

"I didn't really mean to hurt you

I didn't wanna see you go

I know I made you cry, but baby"

Once I'd done that I tidied up the furniture and moved to the second lounge. I grimaced at the bodies and blood. Moving the bodies into one pile I went back to the kitchen for a cloth to start sponging at the stains,

"If I could turn back time if I could find a way

I'd take back those words that've hurt you, you'd stay

If I could reach the stars, I'd give 'em all to you

Then you'd love me, love me, like you used to do

If I could turn back time"

Under the sink I found some carpet cleaner and stain remover, I shrugged and poured a load of it onto the cloth and started walking back to the second lounge. Scrubbing against the carpet, watching as the red only becomes a little lighter.

"My world was shattered, I was torn apart

Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart

When you walked out that door I swore that I didn't care

But I lost everything, darlin', then and there"

After scrubbing for a little while, my chest started to hurt once again so I got up and walked back to the kitchen.

"Too strong to tell you I was sorry

Too proud to tell you I was wrong

I know that I was blind and darlin'"

As my hands held the counter in the kitchen, all the emotions hit me at once, my hands gripped tightly as the tears started falling and I let go, I belted the song, like a scream,

"If I could turn back time, if I could find a way

I'd take back those words that've hurt you and you'd stay

If I could reach the stars, I'd give 'em all to you

Then you'd love me, love me, like you used to do"

Suddenly I heard the front door close and I jumped, turning my music off. Grabbing my gun I turned and pointed it at the intruder. Although instantly dropping it, my mouth dropping open.

Jack steps from the shadows, stealing my breath and the heat from my skin.

Suddenly my defences are just paper, paper that is being soaked by the rapidly falling briny drops and I run, I run faster than ever towards him; we meet with a thump and before I can draw in the air my body needs I have melted into his form. I can feel his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands are folded around my back, drawing me in closer. I can feel my body shake, crying for the missed time, crying to release the tension. He pulls his head back and wipes the tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than my heart can hold. He is eating me with his eyes, running his hand through my hair as if he can't quite believe I'm not part of a sick dream. When he kisses me it's sweet, gentle, and it tastes of my tears. I want to speak but he beats me to it, "Don't go, not again." He croaks. I hold him tighter and shake my head,

"Never"