Disclaimer: I don't own the dark Knight or any characters shown within
This is the first story I have ever written, reviews are welcome, even flames.
It was times like this that really showed Him that, no, the world was not fair.
Life in general wasn't fair,
People weren't fair,
Nothing was fair
Children were being born every moment, and every moment people were dying, entering and exiting, but he couldn't understand this.
He couldn't comprehend why.
Why it had to be Rachel, his Rachel, the Rachel who wanted to save the city, the Rachel that loved strawberry ice cream with green, always and only green, sprinkles:
Why HIS Rachel?
Burnt to ashes, alone, in a warehouse that was empty but for 6 tons of explosives. Whispering, "It's going to be alright, everything is going to be alright,"
When everyone, the whole world, knew that it wasn't,
That everything was about to go to hell, and he'd never see beautiful, brave, wonderful Rachel ever again.
Never touch her,
Never speak to her,
Never hear her voice...why?
They lost Rachel, and saved Harvey. Only not quite. He didn't want to save the world anymore, not now that there was no one worth saving it for.
No matter how hard he tried,
No matter how hard Rachel had tried,
No matter how hard Batman tried, it wasn't enough.
Nothing changed, things didn't get better. People were still killed on the streets, people were still mugged, people were still afraid. So afraid...
"It is always darkest before the dawn, and that dawn is coming, I promise you." Had he really said that? Only a few short days ago? The Dawn was coming?
He'd laugh but it hurt too much.
Rachel was the Dawn,
Rachel was everything,
His inspiration,
His partner,
His friend,
And, for 30 seconds, his fiancée.
How could there be dawn if Rachel wasn't there to help him?
"Gotham's White Knight," That's what they called him…the hero without a mask.
He didn't want to be a hero, not anymore. There wasn't any point because the villains never stayed behind bars for long, and they never played by the rules while the heros had to obey the code, they couldn't cheat like the enemy cheated. They were supposed to be better then that, they were supposed to save the world without breaking a single law, to set a shining example for the future generations.
It was so stupid.
They enemy would always win, they could just stab the hero in the back and kill him, kill the people he loved. But the hero couldn't do anything to the villain but put him behind bars.
Being the hero didn't solve anything. Sometimes being a hero wasn't good enough. Sometime you had to do bad things, things that brought you down to their level, in order for true justice to prevail.
Sometimes…you had to introduce a little anarchy.