Save Me If It's Worth Saving Me
Title: Save Me If It's Worth Saving Me
Chapter Title: Sweet Dreams Aren't Made Of These
Characters/Pairings: Breanna,Alfred,Gordon,Rachel,Harvey,Joker; Eventual Bree/Gordon,Bree/Rachel,Harvey/Rachel
Fandom: The Dark Knight
Rating: PG -13 to16 (will be M later for smut)
Words: 667
Summary: Breanna's dream quickly turns sour.
Warnings: post The Dark Knight ,Alternative Universe where Bruce is a woman.
Disclaimer: I own copies of Batman stuff but not any copyrights.
A/N:not beta'd. Dedicated to my papa (who is actually named James.Yeah ....I'll be giggling like crazy when the smut happens) who said out of the choices I said were my visuals for FemmeBruce that Angelina was an awesome choice.
Breanna opened her eyes and sighed contently. She was in her actual bed. Silk sheets covered her body.She felt an arm wrap around her waist pulling close.She flinched and turned her head. It was Gordon.
" I'm dreaming aren't I?" she asked as she calms down.
" Yes." He caressed her long ,soft curls from her face. " I'm in your head. This shocks me actually."
" Gosh even dream you is modest. Well I'm making most of this dream. " Bree kissed him hard as he rolled her over and held her close. He groaned as their lips parted. " How am I going to get the real you? Your different from the rest. I don't think my usual cocky way will work you."
" It won't. You may actually have to be yourself to win my heart." Gordon replied.
Then a new voice intruded on her dream." Of course who is the real Breanna Wayne? Is she the heiress who lives life in the fast lane ,and if you believe the gossip has bedded most of Gotham, or is she really the brooding bat ? "
Bree started breathing hard. "Joker?!" She turned her head to see the Joker sitting on the edge of her bed. This dream had just turned into a nightmare.
Then Harvey Dent appeared " Plus I can't see good ole Gordon taking the fact that the woman seducing him into bed at night is actually the masked man who helped him catch criminals the exact same night. Poor Breanna and her double life. Your very - two faced."
" Okay I so want wake up now." Bree squinted her eyes so hard she started giving herself a headache.
When she opened her eyes she found herself in the alley where she watched her parents die. Rachel appeared from the shadows wearing a white silk gown.
Tears escaped Bree's eyes. Pain and bitterness consumed her voice . " What are you here to tell me he will end up like you? Are you here to blame me?! "
" No." Rachel glided to Bree's side and with one of her hands wiped Bree's tears. " I do not blame you. I made my choices.I lived a great life.I loved two great people. Off course both ended up having identity ....issues. Nobody's perfect. I need you to stop hurting yourself.Stop blaming yourself for other people's choices.
Your self destruction is dishonoring me. Harvey dishonored my memory ,my beliefs when he became Two Face. I can't watch you continue this path.If you truly love me then let me rest. Let yourself rest and allow Gordon into your life. All of it. You risk destroying something special with your secrets. Gordon and you have this special bond. You feel it,I know you do. Let yourself live and me move on. I can't go with you hurting so.I want to be with Harvey.Let me."
Bree pulled Rachel into a kiss.They kissed tenderly. Bree pulled back ,chocking back tears. " Goodbye,Rachel." Rachel smiled and hugged her.
Bree watched as Harvey appeared from the shadows.Rachel turned to look at Harvey then looked back at Bree. " Goodbye,Bree."
Rachel walked over to Harvey and they disappeared into the shadows.
" Bree? Miss Bree?" came Alfred's voice. Bree woke up and looked at a concerned Alfred. " You fell asleep while waiting to be discharged.You started crying in your sleep.Are you alright?"
"I will be now,Alfred. I will be now. So I really am ditching this place? " Bree asked as she looked around her hospital room. "Right?"
"Yes." Alfred smiled briefly.
She noticed he looked worried. "Alfred,What's wrong?"
" Gordon was brought in by ambulance.There was a shooting."
Bree went white. " Where is he?"
" One floor down."
Bree started to head out of the room.
" Bree you might want to change clothes before you go racing off carelessly." Alfred advised.
Bree halted and looked down at her loose hospital gown. Alfred did have a point. She didn't want to give him (or anyone else for that matter) a free show just yet.