Rachel Dawes
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"I know he isn't the Batman."

"Of course he isn't! That's why this is even more stupid!"

Rachel had locked herself in the bathroom at the Major Crimes Unit again. She wanted to scream, wanted to be with Harvey. She'd slap him next time she saw him! This was insanity! And yet... she'd hold him to her and never let him go. He didn't ( Read more... )

The man in charge of checking coats had just returned the coats of Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes, as well was Rachel's purse ( Read more... )

She had intentionally left the alarm unset. It was Saturday, and Harvey was not going to work. Rachel had already made that decision for him. To make sure? She'd hidden his keys.

The woman went through her mail as she walked back into her apartment after fetching it. A letter from Bruce caught her eyes. She sat on the couch and opened it.

Rachel,

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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 ( Read more... )