"Please, I need you to be there!" an anxious Harvey Dent begged his wife-to-be Luna Dawes. He may have been the new district attorney of Gotham, he may have appeared on television several times, but he seemed to have a slight sociophobia

Luna laughed and stroked his face intimately, "you are the most unbelievable man I've ever met!"

"Is that a good thing?"

She chuckled, "It's not a bad thing."

"So that's a yes?"

"That's a nono"

"You need to get out of the house! Away from your father."

"I need to stay home to look after my father." Luna's father was unemployed and could not afford to keep up his payments, so… dah dah dah...! He magically appeared into Luna's apartment, making himself comfortable as quickly as anyone ever could. He used to be a hard-working man, but turned into a sloppy beast. He sat on the sofa most days, eating whatever Luna made him. Making the occasional phone call to a concerned Rachael assuring her everything was well in the house.

"Your father needs to move out of you're house. He's digging you lower and lower."

"I can handle it."

"And he's turned you're apartment into a pig's sty."

"True…" Luna used to try hard to keep her apartment clean, but gave up; knowing that giving a shit only angered her father.

"Stop being so picky, I'll clean it up myself.

What the fuck are you implying? That I'm sloppy?

Stop being so mother-fucking perfect. You can take your fakeness off when you're here."

Of course he never cleaned up is own mess, but all the mess of the house…was his.

She sighed, "Look, just because I love you, and all that cheesy jazz, I'll come with you."

"Your amazing!" he kissed her tenderly, "you can bring Rachael if you wish."

She shrugged. "Probably."

*****

Luna got to her door and fumbled with her keys singing merrily, she may have given up a fight to Harvey's party plan, but she was secretly glad to be getting a night out.

She inserted her keys into the door. She pushed on the door casually. It jammed, "Shit, don't do this…" she kicked it aggressively and it swung open and a loud bang could be heard from a successful hit of the book shelf. "Better!" She grinned and walked in.

"What the fuck are you trying girl?" a growl came from the sofa direction.

"Don't worry Dad, the door just got stuck again."

"You woke me up, the one time I get to sleep in days, and you create a racket coming in from work. Aren't the police supposed to be sensitive?" Luna worked for Gordon. She enjoyed her job, nothing special, but she still paid her share to society.

"Yeah, yeah." This was the usual shit. A few complaints about how awful his health was, and he needed his sleep lalala…

She went to the fridge her stomach growling. "Dad have you had anything to eat yet?"

"Do I look like a man with a full stomach?" Luna glanced to his bulging stomach pointedly, then sighed. His grumpiness explained it all.

"How many times have I told you to get up and make yourself something if you're so hungry. You don't have to wait for me to come home." She could get so pissed at his attitude sometimes. She may be providing him with a home, but she was NOT his slave.

"Well you're all too happy to leave me starving ain't ya? Ungrateful bitch. I brought you up from when you were a baby, and since you were a fucking midget, I did it alone." Luna and Rachael's mother hanged herself after being threatened by the mob. It still stung the sister's to think about it. Her father was barely affected; he was too worked up making sure the girl's had a decent life. Yeah he actually gave a shit back then.

"Complain to Rachael will ya? At least I'm trying."

He grunted in reply, moving only to scratch his privates.

Luna took a box of micro-chips and threw them at her father absolutely disgusted at this rude gesture, "for fuck sake Dad, that is disgusting. Make your own dinner; they're done in the microwave. Even a simpleton like you can manage it." She stormed out of the house, letting her anger get the better of her.

She didn't bother explaining to her Dad that she was going out the following night. If he didn't like it, tough. He was going to have to start getting used to it. She was planning on going out more often.

Harvey was right, being kept up in her cave of a home, was not good for her health, and having a dreadful father lurking there, was not helping her self-esteem issues.

*****

Rachael Dawes and her sister Luna were in their limo enjoying some champagne and gossip.

"I heard Batman's got a killer thrust" Rachael was in shrieks of laughter after only two glasses. Drink always got the better of her.

"Really? How the hell would anybody know that?" Luna rolled her eyes at her sister's trivial words. She couldn't wait to tell Bruce what was being said about his Bat character.

Rachael frowned a second, "you're right! How could anybody know?" She giggled.

"Really?" Luna faked astonishment, "Perhaps we oughta get out now otherwise you'll be pissed in no time." She was already tipsy. She would be throwing up through the party if they didn't go in now.

"But Bruce doesn't get here 'til another fifteen minutes babe."

"Its not about Bruce, its about Harvey, and he'll be wondering where I am. Let's go." She grasped Rachael's arm tightly and dragged her out of the limo.

*****

Harvey was as suspected waiting for Luna anxiously, nervous that she wouldn't show.

When Luna arrived he brightened, kissing her on the cheek. He greeted Rachael politely and then eyed Luna lovingly. She looked beautiful. He narrowed his eyes at the gloves however, which stretched to her elbows. He reached to remove them.

"You don't need these love, you've got beautiful arms…"

Luna snatched away glaring at him. "I do fucking need these, don't touch me again." She stalked off in a huff leaving Harvey and Rachael behind with puzzled faces.

She roughly took a glass of wine from the table and downed it. She felt guilty. Harvey didn't know about her 'problem'. She grasped a handful of shrimp and chewed quickly in thought. Nobody was to know about it. She didn't want anybody to think her weak in any way. She was far from it.

She looked around for something less fishy to eat and spotted chicken skewers. "Yummy…" she ate three in the space of a minute. Using the sticks to pick out the remains in her teeth.

She downed another glass of wine. "Stop!" she thought furiously. She was comfort eating and drinking. Not that it would put any weight on her, due to high metabolism, but people were staring at her, she must have looked like a pig.

She stalked off to the toilets in an embarrassed hurry.

She looked at herself in the mirror. What the hell was she doing here? She lived in a dingy apartment with her monstrous father and she was dining with rich people. She felt disgraced at herself. Even Rachael belonged here more than her. She was a lawyer.

But what was Luna, a meaningless police officer.

She removed her gloves tracing a few recent cuts. She wasn't big into self-harming, but her father had reduced her to it a few times. Only on her arms though. As long as she wore long-sleeves or in this case long gloves, she had nothing to worry about. "I'm going to stop, I'm going to stop for Harvey."

She heard screams coming from the main hall and shots in the air. Her stomach knotted in panic. "Shit, shit shit…" she replaced her gloves and ran outside. She converted in mind from that of a lady to that of a police officer; it was her time to shine.