just_muse_me 14.5 Shattered
[immediately follows the end of The Dark Knight and for RP purposes, signifies the beginning of Shatter!verse.]
I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you...
When he comes to on the pavement, the first thing he feels is the rain and his head throbbing. There’s a puddle of liquid - a mix of blood and rainwater, hot and cold, running from the creases in his forehead (the good half) down his cheekbone, dribbling down his jaw and chin, pooling on the pavement. He tastes metal and dirt and gunpowder and that sickening taste from the hospital - a taste he feels from his sinuses to his stomach. He never knew death and destruction could taste like something, but it does-- a million little shards of broken glass, pricking his body, dizzying his mind, sinking his stomach over and over again with every realization that it’s all over.
He stares up at the sky blankly, letting the rain continue to hit him and what he’s done, what he’s become, plays over in his mind.
Killing a cop. Killing Maroni’s driver. Trying to break Jim Gordon like the Joker had broken him. Taking a seven-year old innocent boy hostage like Rachel had been taken hostage.
The memory of little Jimmy Gordon’s terrified face makes him nauseated and he wants to be sorry. For a moment he is sorry, and then he remembers Rachel’s screams, imagines what her own frightened face must have looked like, and he breaks down, salty tears mingling with the blood and rainwater.
He sits up and nearly has to lie back down on the gritty ground as dizziness overcomes him. He realizes that Gordon will be coming back for him-once his family is safe and once the whole police force is chasing after the Batman, Jim will come back. The Commissioner will be expecting a dead body or a passed out one. Harvey will give him neither.
A moment later, Harvey gets up from the ground, wobbly, and starts to walk down the alleyway a bit haphazardly, attempting to keep in the shadows. His head aches and he’s pretty sure that his immune system was weakened by having half of his face burned off and part of him wants to just collapse in a heap for good, but the other half of him refuses to let go, refuses to give in to the idea that no one will answer for what has happened to him, to Rachel.
If he’s going to make a life of this - if he’s going to live to make others pay - he’s going to have to keep a low profile for awhile, get healthy or at least get the headache to go away. He can think of only one place to go, one person who’ll help him. As he hurries down a side street, he realizes it’s not the best option in the world, but at this point it’s the only one he has.
Despite the current condition of his face and the cracks in his psyche, the old White Knight cockiness resurfaces and as he approaches her apartment building, he doesn’t doubt that his plan (whatever it is) will work…
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you…
Word count, excluding lyrics: 501
I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you...
When he comes to on the pavement, the first thing he feels is the rain and his head throbbing. There’s a puddle of liquid - a mix of blood and rainwater, hot and cold, running from the creases in his forehead (the good half) down his cheekbone, dribbling down his jaw and chin, pooling on the pavement. He tastes metal and dirt and gunpowder and that sickening taste from the hospital - a taste he feels from his sinuses to his stomach. He never knew death and destruction could taste like something, but it does-- a million little shards of broken glass, pricking his body, dizzying his mind, sinking his stomach over and over again with every realization that it’s all over.
He stares up at the sky blankly, letting the rain continue to hit him and what he’s done, what he’s become, plays over in his mind.
Killing a cop. Killing Maroni’s driver. Trying to break Jim Gordon like the Joker had broken him. Taking a seven-year old innocent boy hostage like Rachel had been taken hostage.
The memory of little Jimmy Gordon’s terrified face makes him nauseated and he wants to be sorry. For a moment he is sorry, and then he remembers Rachel’s screams, imagines what her own frightened face must have looked like, and he breaks down, salty tears mingling with the blood and rainwater.
He sits up and nearly has to lie back down on the gritty ground as dizziness overcomes him. He realizes that Gordon will be coming back for him-once his family is safe and once the whole police force is chasing after the Batman, Jim will come back. The Commissioner will be expecting a dead body or a passed out one. Harvey will give him neither.
A moment later, Harvey gets up from the ground, wobbly, and starts to walk down the alleyway a bit haphazardly, attempting to keep in the shadows. His head aches and he’s pretty sure that his immune system was weakened by having half of his face burned off and part of him wants to just collapse in a heap for good, but the other half of him refuses to let go, refuses to give in to the idea that no one will answer for what has happened to him, to Rachel.
If he’s going to make a life of this - if he’s going to live to make others pay - he’s going to have to keep a low profile for awhile, get healthy or at least get the headache to go away. He can think of only one place to go, one person who’ll help him. As he hurries down a side street, he realizes it’s not the best option in the world, but at this point it’s the only one he has.
Despite the current condition of his face and the cracks in his psyche, the old White Knight cockiness resurfaces and as he approaches her apartment building, he doesn’t doubt that his plan (whatever it is) will work…
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you…
Word count, excluding lyrics: 501