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Characters: Harvey Dent & Rachel Dawes Joker
Content: Upon leaving to meet with the Joker, Harvey is confronted by Rachel.
Location: Harvey's apartment.
Time: Evening
Warnings: None yet. Angst, maybe. Probably.
Evening. When the sun was about to set, but the streets were still dim enough to maneuver through safely. That's when Harvey and the Joker would plan their meetings. Most people would be heading inside at that time, and that would allow them some privacy---even if the Joker never had anything important to say.
He still needed to be cautious. Cautious that he wasn't seen by too many with the other man. (The name Rachel flashed in to his mind, and Harvey couldn't help but feel a little guilty.) Cautious that he was protected--the gun that was given to him. The thing stayed in his pocket since receiving it. He was saving those bullets. Saving them for something important.
Harvey straightened his tie before heading for the door, not that he cared entirely about his appearance, but it was a habit. On his way there, sitting on the counter, was a crowbar. Something he found was quite affective in protecting himself from parasites on the street. Grabbing that, he reached for the door handle.
Content: Upon leaving to meet with the Joker, Harvey is confronted by Rachel.
Location: Harvey's apartment.
Time: Evening
Warnings: None yet. Angst, maybe. Probably.
Evening. When the sun was about to set, but the streets were still dim enough to maneuver through safely. That's when Harvey and the Joker would plan their meetings. Most people would be heading inside at that time, and that would allow them some privacy---even if the Joker never had anything important to say.
He still needed to be cautious. Cautious that he wasn't seen by too many with the other man. (The name Rachel flashed in to his mind, and Harvey couldn't help but feel a little guilty.) Cautious that he was protected--the gun that was given to him. The thing stayed in his pocket since receiving it. He was saving those bullets. Saving them for something important.
Harvey straightened his tie before heading for the door, not that he cared entirely about his appearance, but it was a habit. On his way there, sitting on the counter, was a crowbar. Something he found was quite affective in protecting himself from parasites on the street. Grabbing that, he reached for the door handle.