Revelations (are only the beginning)

[take_mychances]

(RP thread for gothams_dent and knowthenbreak)

“Do I have to go?” Dalia asked. She was staring glumly at an invitation to the opening of an exhibit at the Gotham Museum of Modern Art. Her older sister, Duela, had sent it to her. The teenager couldn’t think of a duller way to spend an evening.

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[knowthenbreak]

"Sit," Nadine said, holding up her hand to the dog that ran to greet her and her husband when they came in. The retriever reluctantly obeyed, and Nadine eyed it carefully. "Good dog." She didn't go to pet it. She'd leave that to Harvey. Dogs still made her nervous-- a bad childhood experience coupled with the hallucinogens from the Scarecrow had left her unable to really like dogs. Still, Dalia had wanted one, begged for one, so... she had gotten one.

She draped her coat over a living room chair and smiled a bit at her husband. "See?" she murmured, chuckling a bit. "The house is still standing. No signs of a wild party. Everything's locked up, safe and sound." Nadine was teasing him more than anything. She was still disappointed that Dalia hadn't accepted Duela's invitation. Granted, she was never pleased to send her out with Jonathan Crane and his son, but she tried to pretend that didn't bother her for Duela's sake. Crane... had taken so much from her. She wouldn't let him take her daughter completely.

[gothams_dent]

Harvey greeted the dog with a grin and scratched him under his chin. "Good boy," he said as they went into the house. "I didn't think she'd have a wild party," he said to Nadine. "...I did think she'd at least be planted in front of the TV, though."

[knowthenbreak]

"She's probably in her room," Nadine pointed out, smiling at the sight of him with the dog. As long as it kept away from her, as it usually did, she'd at least gotten to the point of tolerating it being in the same room. She passed him, touching the back of his hand lightly before heading down the hall.

Just as she was about to knock on a closed door, Nadine noticed that the bedroom she and Harvey shared was open and a light was on inside. Dalia might have decided to help herself to the slightly larger TV and bed there. She went in, stopping in the doorway when she saw the spread of papers spilling out from the closet.

Slowly, she took a few more steps into the room, staring at the girl in the middle of the mess. "Dalia."

[take_mychances]

At her name, Dalia looked up, suddenly brought out of the trance she'd been in the last two or three hours as she'd gone over her family's history, in the form of newspaper clippings and confidential records. On her face was a mixture of guilt and confusion.

"You lied," was all she could immediately get out.