sunday_reveries 8.16-22 - "Are you insane?"
Also serves as an RP thread for arkhams_dr, questionorigin and a_carrion_crow.
Why am I doing this again? Dalia had been asking herself the question all day. Now it was finally time for her to leave work and head over to Crane House for dinner with Duela and Jonathan (and presumably Joshua, who never missed out on an opportunity to condescend to her) and she was still questioning her decision.
Duela was her only sister, her only blood relative after her parents, she kept reminding herself as she left City Hall. Duela was the only other one who would be there in that sense after Harvey and Nadine both passed away. It was a morbid thought, but one that had been plaguing Dalia all summer. Their parents were already old when she was born but it had usually been a fact that remained in the periphery. Now that she was through with college, Dalia was realizing that she wanted to have her own life, her own apartment even. With those realizations, she was becoming acutely aware of the fact that her parents wouldn't always be there.
But when they were gone, where did that leave her?
Maybe that's why she decided to take up Jonathan Crane on his offer to tell her his side of his dealings with Nadine. For years, she'd only had Harvey's and Duela's versions of things to rely on, as Nadine's word was always a bit shaky, even at her most 'all there.' Their stories were gap-filled at best, biased at worst, or both. Even if Jonathan's version was biased, it would at least be complete.
"Are you insane?" She could hear Harvey yelling at her in the back of her head. She was a daddy's girl through and through. Ever since she discovered (at the age of 13) what he'd done in his years as Two-Face, she struggled with his actions, and yet, ultimately chose to accept what he'd done. Usually, she viewed his choices as necessary, heroic even. But if she could accept what he'd done...how could she fully hate Jonathan Crane for his actions? She understood the feelings her parents had toward him and was normally very good at mimicking them...and yet...despite that and her usual loathing of Joshua, she couldn't bring herself to entirely hate the doctor.
Much as she disliked thinking about it, if it hadn't been for what he'd done to her mother, who's to say her parents would even be together, or that she, Dalia, would even be there?
And so she told her parents that she was working late, planning for an upcoming event that the mayor was hosting. By the time Dalia pulled up to the gates of Crane House in her little black four-door sedan, she'd just about convinced herself that the evening was a good idea. She took a breath, then drove all the way in and up the winding drive. Finally, she came to a stop in front of the old mansion. After parking, Dalia got out and went up to the entrance. She reached the set of double doors and rang the doorbell.
Why am I doing this again? Dalia had been asking herself the question all day. Now it was finally time for her to leave work and head over to Crane House for dinner with Duela and Jonathan (and presumably Joshua, who never missed out on an opportunity to condescend to her) and she was still questioning her decision.
Duela was her only sister, her only blood relative after her parents, she kept reminding herself as she left City Hall. Duela was the only other one who would be there in that sense after Harvey and Nadine both passed away. It was a morbid thought, but one that had been plaguing Dalia all summer. Their parents were already old when she was born but it had usually been a fact that remained in the periphery. Now that she was through with college, Dalia was realizing that she wanted to have her own life, her own apartment even. With those realizations, she was becoming acutely aware of the fact that her parents wouldn't always be there.
But when they were gone, where did that leave her?
Maybe that's why she decided to take up Jonathan Crane on his offer to tell her his side of his dealings with Nadine. For years, she'd only had Harvey's and Duela's versions of things to rely on, as Nadine's word was always a bit shaky, even at her most 'all there.' Their stories were gap-filled at best, biased at worst, or both. Even if Jonathan's version was biased, it would at least be complete.
"Are you insane?" She could hear Harvey yelling at her in the back of her head. She was a daddy's girl through and through. Ever since she discovered (at the age of 13) what he'd done in his years as Two-Face, she struggled with his actions, and yet, ultimately chose to accept what he'd done. Usually, she viewed his choices as necessary, heroic even. But if she could accept what he'd done...how could she fully hate Jonathan Crane for his actions? She understood the feelings her parents had toward him and was normally very good at mimicking them...and yet...despite that and her usual loathing of Joshua, she couldn't bring herself to entirely hate the doctor.
Much as she disliked thinking about it, if it hadn't been for what he'd done to her mother, who's to say her parents would even be together, or that she, Dalia, would even be there?
And so she told her parents that she was working late, planning for an upcoming event that the mayor was hosting. By the time Dalia pulled up to the gates of Crane House in her little black four-door sedan, she'd just about convinced herself that the evening was a good idea. She took a breath, then drove all the way in and up the winding drive. Finally, she came to a stop in front of the old mansion. After parking, Dalia got out and went up to the entrance. She reached the set of double doors and rang the doorbell.