feel the fear in my enemy's eyes || RP thread for arkhams_dr
Harvey Dent pressed the gun to Jim Gordon’s chest without hesitation, staring into the other man’s eyes.
“Harvey, please.” Jim’s hands were up in surrender, afraid. “Don’t do this. You don’t want to do this.”
“Yes. I do.” Harvey pulled the trigger. He was at such close range that blood splattered onto his face.
He laughed till he cried.
“Harrrrvey.” Rachel purred, cloyingly. She appeared right in front of him and didn’t seem to be fazed by the fact that he was covered in blood.
“You’re alive.” He stared at her, unbelieving.
“Of course I am.” Her eyes were wide, her smile bright. Too bright, and he found himself with the sudden urge to slap the smile off her face. Why was she so damn happy? Before he could raise his hand, she started fading away. He looked around, then saw Gordon’s sprawled-out body a couple of feet in front of him. He was responsible for it.
“No!” Harvey screamed, suddenly terrified. Barbara and Jimmy and Rachel’s faces flashed before his eyes. “No!”
He woke with a start, covered in sweat. It was late afternoon, maybe even early evening - it was hard to tell since he had the curtains drawn - and Harvey had fallen asleep on the living room couch in Nadine’s apartment. He looked around him in a panic, the dream still vivid. He grabbed at his face and felt no blood, yet his heart continued to race.
Half of him was disgusted and afraid of what happened in the dream. The other half…was pleased.
“You killed Jim Gordon,” he said angrily, standing at the bathroom sink, looking at his twisted reflection in the mirror.
“Jim Gordon deserved it,” Two-Face shot back.
“And Rachel? She WAS INNOCENT!” Harvey roared.
“You were going to slap her.” Two-Face sneered. “Poooor Rachel. She wasn’t innocent. She was pathetic. So were you when you were around her. Weak. She didn’t even love you!”
“SHUT UP!” Harvey screamed, stumbling out of the bathroom, back into the living room as he clawed at his face.
Two-Face cackled.
Harvey’s face contorted. “NO! I’LL KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” He pounded on the wall. “YOU KILLED HER!” He continued screaming, unaware that anyone else could be listening.
“Harvey, please.” Jim’s hands were up in surrender, afraid. “Don’t do this. You don’t want to do this.”
“Yes. I do.” Harvey pulled the trigger. He was at such close range that blood splattered onto his face.
He laughed till he cried.
“Harrrrvey.” Rachel purred, cloyingly. She appeared right in front of him and didn’t seem to be fazed by the fact that he was covered in blood.
“You’re alive.” He stared at her, unbelieving.
“Of course I am.” Her eyes were wide, her smile bright. Too bright, and he found himself with the sudden urge to slap the smile off her face. Why was she so damn happy? Before he could raise his hand, she started fading away. He looked around, then saw Gordon’s sprawled-out body a couple of feet in front of him. He was responsible for it.
“No!” Harvey screamed, suddenly terrified. Barbara and Jimmy and Rachel’s faces flashed before his eyes. “No!”
He woke with a start, covered in sweat. It was late afternoon, maybe even early evening - it was hard to tell since he had the curtains drawn - and Harvey had fallen asleep on the living room couch in Nadine’s apartment. He looked around him in a panic, the dream still vivid. He grabbed at his face and felt no blood, yet his heart continued to race.
Half of him was disgusted and afraid of what happened in the dream. The other half…was pleased.
“You killed Jim Gordon,” he said angrily, standing at the bathroom sink, looking at his twisted reflection in the mirror.
“Jim Gordon deserved it,” Two-Face shot back.
“And Rachel? She WAS INNOCENT!” Harvey roared.
“You were going to slap her.” Two-Face sneered. “Poooor Rachel. She wasn’t innocent. She was pathetic. So were you when you were around her. Weak. She didn’t even love you!”
“SHUT UP!” Harvey screamed, stumbling out of the bathroom, back into the living room as he clawed at his face.
Two-Face cackled.
Harvey’s face contorted. “NO! I’LL KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” He pounded on the wall. “YOU KILLED HER!” He continued screaming, unaware that anyone else could be listening.