incitethemuse City of Devils
Ooc:harveydent not used with permission, but the mun likes it when I godmod her hard. Sup.
Saturday, May 1st.
"You went to see him."
Rachel looks up from the files she has spread out in front of her on the bed. She's wearing Harvey's favorite blue shirt, and her hair is wrapped in a towel. As soon as she returned from the hospital, she'd taken a shower. Hospitals have always given her the creeps. Too sterile. She can deal with the jail better than she can deal with the hospital.
Harvey's standing in the doorway, tie loosened, briefcase still in his hand. His words aren't an accusation. Just a statement of fact. Rachel had known the moment she parked at the hospital that everyone would know she visited.
"Yes."
"How is he?" She's not sure that's the question she expected from him. It's written all over her face; that little moment of being caught off guard, and Harvey just watches her. He has an intense gaze. Not as intense as Bruce's, but she still feels like she's being studied.
"I don't know. He'll recover physically. It was pretty brutal." He's been through worse.
Harvey nods his head. When he walks over to the edge of the bed, he's careful to not move her files when he sits on the corner of the bed that she's left free. "And you?"
"Sorry?"
"How are you?" Harvey is such a nice guy. Whatever his thoughts have been on this situation, he hasn't thrown them in Rachel's face. He hasn't questioned her silence, or her loyalty. Harvey accepts it. As much as anyone can accept the other person their significant other is attached to.
She smiles, and it doesn't meet her eyes. "Fine. Busy. Did you bring the Saunders file I texted you about?"
"Of course. I'll order Chinese."
"Pizza."
"Pizza."
Harvey orders pizza, and the topic of Bruce Wayne is closed for the night.
Monday, May 3rd
"Can you believe this shit?" ADA Robert Conrad's voice can be heard through the cracked door of ADA Rachel Dawes's office. She looks up from her paperwork to see him showing the latest tabloids to two other attorneys in the office. "Wayne's going to try and use the insanity defense."
No he won't.
Rachel doesn't say it, but she knows he will not. He would never use insanity as a defense. He will never cop any sort of plea to Vesper's murder. Bruce didn't kill Vesper, and he's not going to fuck up the chance of her real killer being caught by copping a plea.
"You had to see it coming. Alan Shore isn't going to insert the needle in the guy's arm. They're grasping at straws here."
She clears her throat, and they hear her. The look she's given is one of mixed emotions. Rachel has always been a team player, but this case is different. She's Wayne's oldest friend. Her mother worked for the Wayne's when they were alive.
She went to see him before he got locked down on Psychiatric watch.
It's not hard for her to figure out what they're thinking. Rachel can't be trusted on this case. She can't be trusted to put her job and this city above her loyalty to Wayne.
They walk away without an apology. It's fine. She doesn't want one anyway.
Friday, May 7th
"He was a sweet boy."
Rachel's head is throbbing. There's tension knots building in her neck and shoulders. You can't turn on the news without seeing something about the Stark Expo or Bruce Wayne escaping. It takes her a minute to realize her mother has spoken. It takes a moment longer to realize what she's said.
"Who?"
"Bruce." Her mother looks at her with concern. There's so many unsaid things revealed in that look. You need to sleep more. You need to eat more. Rachel, honey, when are you going to settle down and start a family? Harvey is a good man. He'll be a good husband and a good father.
It's easily conveyed in that gaze because they have the conversation weekly. Usually Rachel isn't this distracted though. "Was he?"
"You don't remember?"
"What? Yes, I mean, yes I remember." Bruce was a quiet boy. Rachel's not sure she would call him sweet, but to adults sure. That must have been what he seemed like. A sweet, quiet and sad boy.
"This would break his parents hearts."
Rachel adds honey to her coffee absently.
"Since when do you take your coffee with honey?"
Rachel shrugs, and looks back at the television.
"They think he's dangerous to himself and others." Rachel's mother sighs. "I should check on Alfred. It's been so long."
"Yes."
It's been so damn long, and Rachel is beginning to feel her age.
Saturday, May 8th
Harvey is exhausted when he comes home from work. He's put in more than twelve hours. Rachel has a migraine. The knots in her neck and shoulders seem to be multiplying like bunnies. They haven't spoken much since Bruce escaped.
"Running makes him look guilty." The words are his greeting. He's had a long day, and even nice guys get pretty damn aggravated at times.
"I know."
"He's blowing any chance he has of a fair trial."
Rachel laughs. It's bitter. "He was never getting a fair trial here in Gotham."
Harvey looks surprised. "You believe in the system unless it concerns Bruce Wayne?" There's an accusation in his tone. It relieves her in a way. This she can trust. Much more than the sympathetic ear he was offering a week ago.
"Do you really want to talk about Bruce right now?"
He doesn't.
Two hours later she's wearing his shirt and looking out the window of their bedroom while he sleeps off work and sex. The bat signal is up in the sky.
She has a feeling Batman will be answering the call tonight.
Saturday, May 1st.
"You went to see him."
Rachel looks up from the files she has spread out in front of her on the bed. She's wearing Harvey's favorite blue shirt, and her hair is wrapped in a towel. As soon as she returned from the hospital, she'd taken a shower. Hospitals have always given her the creeps. Too sterile. She can deal with the jail better than she can deal with the hospital.
Harvey's standing in the doorway, tie loosened, briefcase still in his hand. His words aren't an accusation. Just a statement of fact. Rachel had known the moment she parked at the hospital that everyone would know she visited.
"Yes."
"How is he?" She's not sure that's the question she expected from him. It's written all over her face; that little moment of being caught off guard, and Harvey just watches her. He has an intense gaze. Not as intense as Bruce's, but she still feels like she's being studied.
"I don't know. He'll recover physically. It was pretty brutal." He's been through worse.
Harvey nods his head. When he walks over to the edge of the bed, he's careful to not move her files when he sits on the corner of the bed that she's left free. "And you?"
"Sorry?"
"How are you?" Harvey is such a nice guy. Whatever his thoughts have been on this situation, he hasn't thrown them in Rachel's face. He hasn't questioned her silence, or her loyalty. Harvey accepts it. As much as anyone can accept the other person their significant other is attached to.
She smiles, and it doesn't meet her eyes. "Fine. Busy. Did you bring the Saunders file I texted you about?"
"Of course. I'll order Chinese."
"Pizza."
"Pizza."
Harvey orders pizza, and the topic of Bruce Wayne is closed for the night.
Monday, May 3rd
"Can you believe this shit?" ADA Robert Conrad's voice can be heard through the cracked door of ADA Rachel Dawes's office. She looks up from her paperwork to see him showing the latest tabloids to two other attorneys in the office. "Wayne's going to try and use the insanity defense."
No he won't.
Rachel doesn't say it, but she knows he will not. He would never use insanity as a defense. He will never cop any sort of plea to Vesper's murder. Bruce didn't kill Vesper, and he's not going to fuck up the chance of her real killer being caught by copping a plea.
"You had to see it coming. Alan Shore isn't going to insert the needle in the guy's arm. They're grasping at straws here."
She clears her throat, and they hear her. The look she's given is one of mixed emotions. Rachel has always been a team player, but this case is different. She's Wayne's oldest friend. Her mother worked for the Wayne's when they were alive.
She went to see him before he got locked down on Psychiatric watch.
It's not hard for her to figure out what they're thinking. Rachel can't be trusted on this case. She can't be trusted to put her job and this city above her loyalty to Wayne.
They walk away without an apology. It's fine. She doesn't want one anyway.
Friday, May 7th
"He was a sweet boy."
Rachel's head is throbbing. There's tension knots building in her neck and shoulders. You can't turn on the news without seeing something about the Stark Expo or Bruce Wayne escaping. It takes her a minute to realize her mother has spoken. It takes a moment longer to realize what she's said.
"Who?"
"Bruce." Her mother looks at her with concern. There's so many unsaid things revealed in that look. You need to sleep more. You need to eat more. Rachel, honey, when are you going to settle down and start a family? Harvey is a good man. He'll be a good husband and a good father.
It's easily conveyed in that gaze because they have the conversation weekly. Usually Rachel isn't this distracted though. "Was he?"
"You don't remember?"
"What? Yes, I mean, yes I remember." Bruce was a quiet boy. Rachel's not sure she would call him sweet, but to adults sure. That must have been what he seemed like. A sweet, quiet and sad boy.
"This would break his parents hearts."
Rachel adds honey to her coffee absently.
"Since when do you take your coffee with honey?"
Rachel shrugs, and looks back at the television.
"They think he's dangerous to himself and others." Rachel's mother sighs. "I should check on Alfred. It's been so long."
"Yes."
It's been so damn long, and Rachel is beginning to feel her age.
Saturday, May 8th
Harvey is exhausted when he comes home from work. He's put in more than twelve hours. Rachel has a migraine. The knots in her neck and shoulders seem to be multiplying like bunnies. They haven't spoken much since Bruce escaped.
"Running makes him look guilty." The words are his greeting. He's had a long day, and even nice guys get pretty damn aggravated at times.
"I know."
"He's blowing any chance he has of a fair trial."
Rachel laughs. It's bitter. "He was never getting a fair trial here in Gotham."
Harvey looks surprised. "You believe in the system unless it concerns Bruce Wayne?" There's an accusation in his tone. It relieves her in a way. This she can trust. Much more than the sympathetic ear he was offering a week ago.
"Do you really want to talk about Bruce right now?"
He doesn't.
Two hours later she's wearing his shirt and looking out the window of their bedroom while he sleeps off work and sex. The bat signal is up in the sky.
She has a feeling Batman will be answering the call tonight.