A/N: This was something that spawned while I was watching The Dark Knight and doodling Brightheart. The connection was made and I think it fits surprisingly well. Anyways, this was based off the scene in TDK where Commissioner Gordon goes to visit Harvey Dent in the hospital. This is more or less a joke, but it was fun to write!

Graystripe had to visit her. She'd been in rough shape when she was brought in, not just physically but mentally. He'd heard from Cloudtail that she was finally speaking in coherent sentences and a spark of hope flared in his chest. He was confident that she would make it through this with the right amount of determination and support from her clanmates.

There was the matter of her name though. Bluestar was certain that she wouldn't make it and so she gave her her warrior name, but it was not what it should have been. Graystripe could only hope that she wouldn't take the name too personally; Bluestar hadn't been in her right mind ever since Tigerstar's betrayal. Besides, once she made a full recovery, she was sure to receive a much more formidable warrior name.

Graystripe stepped tentatively into the medicine cat den. He had been one of the cats to figure out Tigerstar's plan with the dogs, one of the cats who had gone after her and Swiftpaw but hadn't made it in time. Fireheart had been the one to bring her in though, he hadn't seen the extent of her injuries yet. Frankly, he was a little uneasy. "Brightpaw?" he called softly, taking another few steps into the den. He could see the still form of the calico she-cat laying partially concealed in the shadows. She lifted her head as he entered but the injured right side of her face remained shadowed.

"I'm sorry about Swiftpaw." he began, finding it difficult to meet her gaze. No answer. He cleared his throat and looked up. "Yellowfang says you're in agonizing pain but you won't accept her herbs or-"

"You know that name you all have for me now? The one Bluestar gave me?" she cut him off, her voice low and calm. "What was it, Graystripe?"

"Brightpaw, I can't-"

"Say it!"

Graystripe flinched at the anger in her voice, his eyes still failing to meet hers. "Lostface. It was Lostface." he whispered hoarsely.

She turns to face him head on now, revealing her gruesome injuries. The fur and flesh had been stripped from the right side of her face by dog teeth and claws. Her ear was shredded and the flesh on her jaw pulled away to reveal her pointed fangs. Where her eye had been was now just an empty socket. The scarred she-cat manages a small smile with the good side of her face. "Why should I hide who I am?"

Graystripe blinked at her, almost speechless. He fumbled for the right words, knowing that nothing he could say would ever be the right thing. "I...I know you tried to warn me. I'm sorry. Who was it that gave you the idea to go to Snakerocks? Was it Darkstripe? Is he working for ShadowClan?" His question was left unanswered. "Do you know who talked to Swiftpaw?" Silence. "Brightpaw, I need to know which of my warriors we can trust." he said, exasperated.

She was facing away from him, her face half concealed in the shadows again. Her eye narrowed in annoyance. "Why would you listen to me now?" She hissed.

Graystripe didn't know what else to say. He looked at her desperately, willing her to cooperate with him. "I'm sorry, Brightpaw." he finally said.

The calico turned to face him once more, revealing her mangled right face. "No you're not." She growed. "Not yet." The intensity of her voice chilled him to the bone and he gave her one last look before slowly backing out of the den.