[locked to Rachel Dawes]

[despite_myrage]

Can we talk?

Please?

Comments

[rattle_thecages]

Yes.

Are you okay?

[despite_myrage]

Not really.

Are you- How are you?

[rattle_thecages]

I'm fine, but this isn't about me.

[despite_myrage]

Rachel,

Do we have to talk about what it's about?

Can't we talk about anything else? Anything? A story from your childhood, something about Gotham, what you did today, what you had for breakfast

I don't

I just

I needed to talk to you again.

[rattle_thecages]

No, we don't have to. We've talked about it ad nauseum and I just

I was thinking about Gotham earlier today.

I always think about Gotham. Usually just before sunrise. It's my favorite time of day, the promise of a new one.

Gotham had the most beautiful sunrises. I wish I could take you to it so you'd understand why I love it the way I do. It's beautiful and gritty and hopeful in a hopelessly terrible way.

Some kids want to be astronauts when they grow up.

Or firefighters and ballerinas.

I always knew I wanted to be a lawyer.

[despite_myrage]

I wish I could go there. I really do. I'd want to see it like you do

Of course. You always did. It was

that's just like you. I would expect no less.

Thank you.

Do you

Do you think I could see you? Just for a little while I mean. Nothing

[rattle_thecages]

You won't get to see it, though. The first few months I was here I never stopped believing there was a way back. Now I don't think about it as much.

I did love the sunrises, though.

I don't even have pictures.

Okay. A little while.

Where are you?

[despite_myrage]

I know. Sometimes I wish there was a way back to spare you from this place.

I know you do. I've been waking up at that time before it rises to watch and I think of you when I do.

My room. In the Conrad.

[rattle_thecages]

Okay. I'll drop by for a bit before I leave the hotel.