Chapter 82: Light and Darkness
A victory was reversed by the clown in less than one night. Those newspapers that had already decided the headlines for the next day were brutally slapped in the face by the clown.
Of course, the ones who hurt the most were not the newspapers, but the police and Batman.
Not only did they lose Harvey Dent, the man known to Gotham City as the Bright Knight and the Nemesis of Crime, but the police also lost the trust of the citizens, and Batman also lost his childhood friend who had always been there for him. I have a special place in my heart for Rachel Dawes.
Rachel Dawes is not dead, but she is worse than dead.
Not only did he lose the love of his life, but he also lost something extremely important to a woman.
What happened yesterday not only robbed her of happiness for the rest of her life, but also robbed her of the courage to pursue happiness and her hope for life.
She is an upright person. As a prosecutor, she pursues justice and wants to use justice to drive away the darkness of Gotham and bring hope to the people of Gotham. But in the end, justice turns around and smiles evilly, wearing a dark identity. Card, stabbed her twice.
The two swords were so painful that they were suffocating, and they were so painful that they were desperate!
She boasted that she was in the light, but she never realized that the light was just something that existed in her heart before, and the real light had long been swallowed up by darkness.
But now, the little light in her heart has been completely swallowed up by darkness.
She couldn't forget the smile Harvey Dent gave her before getting into the police car, and the scene when she was taken away by the police who were supposed to represent justice and sent to the warehouse full of explosives. She couldn't forget the scene. ...the Batman who failed to save Harvey Dent.
Harvey didn't deserve to die! Damn it's Batman!
Batman...
murmured softly, half of Rachel's face was burned, and her face was filled with hatred.
If Harvey hadn't replaced that guy, how could Harvey have died!
She hates Batman!
You shouldn't be like this! It is the police who are supposed to catch criminals who should lose their future and hope!
If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be what I am now!
She hates the police!
He and Harvey should not have no future, it should be the criminals who have no future!
If it weren't for them, I would have already captured happiness... and should be happy!
If it weren't for them, Gotham wouldn't be what it is.
She hates those criminals.
She hates it! Hate everything now!
A furious figure roared crazily in the seemingly calm mind of Rachel, confusing her mind and causing her to huddle up on the bed in pain.
"Ah!"
An extremely suppressed scream, containing infinite anger and hatred, emerged from Rachel's mouth, causing Bruce, who had been hiding outside the ward, to rush in quickly.
"Rachel!" Bruce shouted nervously, and Bruce rushed to Rachel's bed.
"How's it going? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I'll call the doctor!"
Seeing Bruce's nervous expression, Rachel's heart warmed as she was slowly being swallowed up. She shook her head and said, "No."
The next moment, Rachel noticed Bruce looking at her with distressed eyes, turned her head and said: "Don't look at me!".
"It's okay...Rachel..." Bruce felt pain in his heart, reached out and stroked Rachel's head, and whispered: "It's okay, I don't care.".
The warm palm made Rachel's heart tremble slightly. It was as gentle as childhood, making her feel like she had returned to her childhood, which she missed endlessly.
But in the next moment, a fragmented face appeared in her mind...
"Pa!" Slapping Bruce's hand away hard, Rachel roared: "I care!".
Bruce's eyes dimmed, feeling as if a hole had been opened in his heart.
Firmly reaching out a hand, Bruce gently grabbed Rachel's palm and whispered: "You know Rachel, I... really don't care.".
Looking at Bruce intently, feeling the other man's tenderness, Rachel's eyes became a little sparkling.
Holding Bruce's hand hard, as if it was the last time in her life, Rachel held the warm palm fiercely, as if she wanted to engrav Bruce's appearance in her mind forever, staring at Bruce's face, Read it over and over again...
"Bruce..." A bright smile suddenly appeared on Rachel's face, a bright smile that even her ferocious face could not hide at all.
"Huh?"
Like a child making a wish to Santa Claus for the first time, Rachel made her most sincere wish, but when she grew up, she would laugh and say 'little fool' when she looked back.
"It would be nice if you were just Bruce..."
She knew the identity of Bruce Wayne. When the masked Batman said to her a sentence that only the two of them knew, she guessed the Bat. The true face of the hero.
However, she really didn't believe, and couldn't believe, that the gentle-faced Bruce now could be the same person as the Batman she hated so much!
no no!
Bruce is Bruce and Batman is Batman!
I hate Batman! Not Bruce! They are not alone!
Yep! They are not alone! I didn't see Batman's face at all! Those are all my wild guesses!
he! They! No! yes! one! indivual! people!
Rachel's heart, between Bruce's tenderness and hatred for Batman, roared crazily, and she paranoidly came to a conclusion that deceived herself, but she believed it!
Pulling Bruce gently, Rachel raised her face. In Bruce's stunned expression, with a farewell meaning that only she could understand, she kissed Bruce gently on the mouth and said, "I'm tired." , blues."
Hearing this, Bruce, who was surprised by the sudden kiss, smiled softly and said, "Okay, you rest. If you need anything, just call me!".
Rachel nodded, turned sideways, and closed her eyes, revealing half of her ferocious face.
Listening to Bruce's footsteps disappearing away and completely disappearing after a crisp sound of the door closing, Rachel slowly opened her eyes.
Whether it was the moisture in his eyes or the remaining tenderness, it completely disappeared at this moment, leaving only the deep-seated madness and hatred, and the calm that was so cold that it made one's scalp numb.
She reached under the pillow and took out a special coin.
It was a coin with human heads on both sides, but one side had some scratches. It was left to her by Harvey Dent... She
rubbed the coin, feeling the uneven surface and the scratches on the coin. The rough feeling came, as if she was welcoming her new self, Rachel kissed her gently on the lips.
Goodbye light...
and from now on, goodbye Rachel Dawes.
Hello Dark...
From this moment on, I am Rachel Dent!
(End of chapter)