Liquid Courage
Harvey Dent hated parties, hated the fakeness that came with people dressed to impress. It was only the warmth at his arm, Rachel, that kept his legs churning forwards and into Bruce Wayne's penthouse.
Harvey inwardly seethed, only some obnoxious idiot would show up with all those models and in a helicopter. Then make a scene, poking fun at him, and then turn to support him. Harvey wished his glass was full of something that would burn when it went down. He could use some heat pumping through him, instead he felt cold and betrayed as Rachel went to find Bruce.
Harvey cheered inwardly as he stole Rachel away from Bruce, tugged her back into the room the catering group was using. He wanted to ask her to stay, to marry him, to love him forever. He wanted to demand she never see Bruce Wayne ever again.
Harvey watched Rachel's eye flick up and behind him, just before arms of steel wrap around his neck. She knows who this is; fighting against the choke hold, Harvey listens as she demands to know what's going on and a gravely raspy voice responds. He remembered thinking it sounded a lot like Bruce Wayne, just before everything went black.