Apollo's Image
by Sunflare2k5
Disclaimer: Harvey and Gilda Dent are DC Comics' ideas, not mine, and I'm not
using them for any profit.
Gilda's hands stroked over the clay, bringing forth the sacred image that so
often filled her mind. The image of her husband (no matter what the law said!),
her better half… Harvey Dent.
She may have left Gotham City after that cowardly attack on Harvey in the
courtroom, but he'd never left her heart. She had meant it when she vowed
to be with him for better or for worse, and they'd faced the worst from the
mobsters Harvey had dedicated himself to destroying. She (or Holiday, she
should say?) joined him in the crusade; the sooner the scum was cleansed
from Gotham, the sooner that she and Harvey could have their family.
I should have done more to those bastards; why wouldn't they just give up
when we started killing them? Gilda snarled in her mind, her hands clenching.
Then she realized what she'd done to the bust, and she paled. "I'm sorry,
love… I didn't mean to damage it?" she apologized to the air. Carefully, she
reshaped the form; there wasn't a sign of the damage once she finished.
If only I could do this for him? she wondered sadly, but what bits and pieces
she'd heard indicated that his facial damage was irreparable. Perhaps if he'd
stayed in the hospital, given them a chance to work? But no, he fled from the
doctors… because hunting down the ones who'd hurt him was more important.
And Gilda hadn't expected anything less from him!
Gilda resumed her work on the bust, trying to push aside her pain. And soon,
her work was done. She readied it for firing in the kiln, and once it was done
it would join all the other sculptures she'd made of her beloved, her bright
shining Apollo.
To Gilda, he was only the beauty... never the beast.
(End)