If I put you back together, will you be who you were? [Locked]
Rachel Dawes opens her eyes dully, and she finds she can't quite settle into her own skin. She feels an emotional exhaustion that she knows comes from having abused her power, an unbearable emptiness that follows after the flood of alien emotions have left her body.
Her stomach drops as she studies her surroundings.
The well-furnished room she has been placed in is papered with homicide crime scene photos. Everywhere she turns, there are pictures. Death and blood swarm every corner, every glass top of every table. There isn't an inch that has been left uncovered. Children, women, men, their bodies bent at impossible angles.
Even the ceiling is papered with photographs. She can't escape them.
Rachel closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and steadying herself. She will not panic, it's useless, she will not lose her calm, steady, steady -
When she opens them again she notices the plate of cookies and the glass of tea.
Condensed milk. Alfred.
Unbelievable. There is a parlor room attached to her own. The interconnecting door is unlocked, and it is also filled with pictures. Rachel storms past it.
Her jaw locks once she spots the person that has caused all of this. "You sick son of a bitch."
Her stomach drops as she studies her surroundings.
The well-furnished room she has been placed in is papered with homicide crime scene photos. Everywhere she turns, there are pictures. Death and blood swarm every corner, every glass top of every table. There isn't an inch that has been left uncovered. Children, women, men, their bodies bent at impossible angles.
Even the ceiling is papered with photographs. She can't escape them.
Rachel closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and steadying herself. She will not panic, it's useless, she will not lose her calm, steady, steady -
When she opens them again she notices the plate of cookies and the glass of tea.
Condensed milk. Alfred.
Unbelievable. There is a parlor room attached to her own. The interconnecting door is unlocked, and it is also filled with pictures. Rachel storms past it.
Her jaw locks once she spots the person that has caused all of this. "You sick son of a bitch."