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[e_thicality]

Characters: Rachel Dawes, Harvey Dent, and (eventually) Bruce Wayne
Content: Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Location: Union Square Park
Time of Day: Early evening
Warnings: None

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[makeyourluck]

Everything he had done, everything he had lived for since the supposed death of his family-Rachel, it was all wrong. For a split second, he felt guilty, and it weighed him down for his entire trip to the park. Terrible thoughts flew through his mind. Thoughts of her being disfigured like he was and in terrible pain, thoughts of her never being able to live happily again. All his fault. The reason she was here was probably his fault, too.

The thoughts grew heavier the closer he was to her. What if she can't look in his eyes, what if she doesn't love him anymore...what if?

What if it was all a trick. The Joker in some sick disguise. He'd been fooled before.

Harvey approached the park carefully, crowbar in hand. If that was really her, up ahead, maybe he could be happy after all.

[e_thicality]

At the sound of someone approaching, Rachel lifted her head. It could just as easily be Crane or, God forbid, the Joker that was coming to pay her a visit. It was hard to tell from the distance, but at the very least it didn’t seem to be either of them. When Harvey came close enough that she could properly identify him she abandoned her makeshift weapon on, hurrying towards him in an awkward looking hobble. Her legs were working against her, but she refused to let that stop her

[makeyourluck]

Grabbing her arm with his free hand to keep her from falling, he could feel his heart nearly stop. It was actually her, his Rachel. The woman he lived for.

And she was standing before him, full of life. Not someone else in disguise, or worse, the real her fleeing in terror. This was real. This made Harvey feel alive again.

"I thought I lost you..." he mumbled, pulling her closer to him, the half of his face that could still show emotion more happy that he probably ever appeared to be, before.

[e_thicality]

“Harvey,” She repeated softly, letting more of her weight relax against him. It was at least a little easier for her to keep on her feet like this. This was all too much, too impossible, and despite the situation, she felt lucky. Lucky to be alive, lucky that Harvey and Bruce were both here.

“I-” The right words weren’t coming to her, what was she supposed to say? She was supposed to be dead, not here in Manhattan, with no idea how it even happened. “Well, I’m here now,” It was the best she could come up with.

“I must look in a pretty sorry state right now,” Rachel continued with a slight smile, trying to make light of the situation. If the faint smell of burnt hair was any indication, then ‘a pretty sorry state’ was going to be an understatement.