Okay, this is my second Batman story. I really like Harvey Dent, and I don't like the fact that he becomes Two-Face. I don't like Rachel, so I killed her off anyway. Hehehehe... Anyway, this story basically tells what really happened to Rachel- from her son's point of view. What happens when he meets Bruce Wayne?

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"Vote Dent!" chanted the crowd. "Vote Dent!" Harvey Dent stepped up to the podium, grinning.

"All right, all right," he started. The once rowdy crowd was deathly silent. "First off, I'd like to thank all of you for coming tonight. I know that most of us would rather be asleep in bed, me included." Select people grinned and laughed, others just stared at him. Aware of this, Harvey looked down awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Umm…that was my attempt at humor. Anyway, I'd like to thank Mr. Bruce Wayne for funding this campaign. Without him, none of this would be possible. Ladies and gentlemen…Bruce Wayne!" A spotlight shone onto a tall, dark-haired man, shaking hands with people, greeting them politely.

"Umm…I really don't know what to say," he began. "Gotham City deserves a hero with a face. Harvey Dent is the Man of Tomorrow. With him as Gotham's DA, the city will strive to be the best it can be. I…uh…" Bruce wiped a subtle tear from his eye and continued. "Once, I used to dream of a day when Gotham would no longer need a savior. When we could all live in peace, without a Batman watching over us. It's been many years since I've believed it could happen." He swallowed. This was harder than he had thought. "But I believe…with Harvey Dent as our DA…well…I believe in Harvey Dent. Thank you." He quickly jumped off the platform and exited to the left.

God, Rachel…he thought through his tears. I can't handle this…it's been too long without you…

"Why did you have to leave me?" Bruce muttered, his voice cracking. He spun around, hearing footsteps behind him.

"Mr. Wayne, right?"

"Yeah…" he said warily, praying that this guy wasn't out to get him. "Why?" The man grinned and stepped out of the shadows. To Bruce's surprise, it wasn't a man, but a boy. "Who are you?"

"Will," he said, extending his hand. Bruce smiled and shook it.

"What're you doing at a Harvey Dent fundraiser?" Will smiled slightly.

"Harvey's my father," he answered quietly. Will looked away and leaned on the rail.

"I didn't know Harvey had a son," Bruce replied curiously. What if he's lying to me?

"Yeah, well…" Will said harshly. "Why does it matter anyway?" he asked, quieter.

"It doesn't, kid," Bruce said uncomfortably. "Harvey's my friend, and he's never mentioned you." Turning around, Will frowned.

"That's weird. He usually brags about me to his friends, so he says."

"Well, apparently he forgot to say something to the guy who's running his campaign," Bruce said dryly. Will smiled.

"I was listening to you talk," he said. "You speak with more confidence than most politicians I've seen."

"I've probably had more practice," Bruce retorted, grinning. Will nodded, agreeing completely.

"But you kind of ran out in tears at the end. What happened?" Bruce took a deep breath. I can't tell him. Rachel was going to marry this boy's father…I can't tell him.

"Nothin', kid. Don't worry about it," he said. He started to leave, but then a sudden thought struck him. He turned back around to Will. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Will shrugged.

"Not at all," he answered. It's weird. I feel more comfortable with him than with Dad… Bruce took a deep breath.

"Who's your mother?" Will looked down, turning red.

"She died when I was a baby," he said softly, looking up into the sky. "I don't really remember her."

"I'm sorry," Bruce said awkwardly. "You know, I know how it feels…" Will nodded, understanding. "Umm…if you don't mind, though…who was she, if you know?" Will turned around to face Bruce, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight, his dark hair blending in with the night sky. He gave Bruce a soft smile.

"Rachel Dawes."

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Okay, so what'd you think? I'm not very good at capturing Bruce's character, but pleeeze tell me what you think. I accept criticism of all types. If you hated it, if you loved it... I'd like to be aware of your thoughts.