Right - justprompts
Rachel Dawes sat on the couch of Harvey Dent's apartment. She had already poured two glasses of wine, one marked with lipstick from her recent sip. The food had arrived on covered platters. He had suggested Italian take-out, and she had not called for something cheap. Or pizza.
She smiled to herself. That was the joke of the office. Those late nights when at least two, usually three or four, prosecuting attorneys for the city of Gotham were burning the midnight oil, eating "Italian take-out," it was pizza.
Tonight would be nice. A bit of Italian food, a bit of wine, Harvey. It would be nice.
A wonderful change of pace. Harvey might actually relax a bit. Nadine was safe. Szaz was arrested. Crane... was still eluding them, but you couldn't have everything. She took another sip of her wine.
They would talk, Harvey had said. Talk. About what? About Szaz, probably about Crane, about Gordon, about trusting Gordon's men and Harvey's reluctance to do so. About them? Maybe. What was there to say about them? The fact that she hadn't ever answered Harvey's question. She'd just told him she didn't have an answer. She hadn't said yes, hadn't said no.
She didn't know what to do.
Harvey was wonderful. He was optimistic, charismatic, making a public difference. He was Gotham's White Knight.
But then there was Bruce. He played the stupid playboy well, and he had that same charisma. He spent his nights breaking laws, yes, but doing what the police hadn't been able to do. The difference he made allowed Harvey to make the difference he did.
She'd promised Bruce she would wait for him, that she would be there when Gotham no longer needed Batman. She wanted to believe she could keep that promise, but she couldn't wait forever. She couldn't put her life on hold for Bruce. He said the day was coming.
Maybe it was.
What was the right choice?
Her old friend? The man who'd proposed to her? The Dark Knight? The White Knight?
She took another sip of her wine. Harvey? Bruce? She would always care about them both. She would always want them in her life. But who did she really want to spend the rest of her life with?
She... thought she might know. But she wasn't sure yet. Not just yet.
She smiled to herself. That was the joke of the office. Those late nights when at least two, usually three or four, prosecuting attorneys for the city of Gotham were burning the midnight oil, eating "Italian take-out," it was pizza.
Tonight would be nice. A bit of Italian food, a bit of wine, Harvey. It would be nice.
A wonderful change of pace. Harvey might actually relax a bit. Nadine was safe. Szaz was arrested. Crane... was still eluding them, but you couldn't have everything. She took another sip of her wine.
They would talk, Harvey had said. Talk. About what? About Szaz, probably about Crane, about Gordon, about trusting Gordon's men and Harvey's reluctance to do so. About them? Maybe. What was there to say about them? The fact that she hadn't ever answered Harvey's question. She'd just told him she didn't have an answer. She hadn't said yes, hadn't said no.
She didn't know what to do.
Harvey was wonderful. He was optimistic, charismatic, making a public difference. He was Gotham's White Knight.
But then there was Bruce. He played the stupid playboy well, and he had that same charisma. He spent his nights breaking laws, yes, but doing what the police hadn't been able to do. The difference he made allowed Harvey to make the difference he did.
She'd promised Bruce she would wait for him, that she would be there when Gotham no longer needed Batman. She wanted to believe she could keep that promise, but she couldn't wait forever. She couldn't put her life on hold for Bruce. He said the day was coming.
Maybe it was.
What was the right choice?
Her old friend? The man who'd proposed to her? The Dark Knight? The White Knight?
She took another sip of her wine. Harvey? Bruce? She would always care about them both. She would always want them in her life. But who did she really want to spend the rest of her life with?
She... thought she might know. But she wasn't sure yet. Not just yet.