Okay, this is a one-shot of Rachel Dawes' perspective as Dr. Crane poisons her in 'Batman Begins'.

Btw, I liked both Maggie and Katie as Rachel, but I think if Katie played her in TDK, her death would've been more effective.

Rachel's POV:

Dr. Crane and I stood in front of the rail, looking down at the toxin preparing to be exposed to Gotham City through the water supply. All I could do was stand there until I moved when Crane spoke to me.

"Perhaps you should have some to clear your head." I could hear the slimy sarcasm in his voice as I turned and ran in the direction we had come in. After getting in the elevator, I pushed the "up" button frantically, but in my panic, none of the switches responded.

The elevator door opened again and there stood Crane in a bizarre mask similar to a burlap sack. Before I could react, he raised his hand toward my face and the next thing I knew, I was coughing. I lost my balance while attempting to steady myself against the elevator wall.

A foul, green fume filled my eyes and nose, causing both of them to sting. Then, Crane grabbed me, dragging my practically limp body out into the hallway. Black spots clouded my vision and strange, random images filled my mind.

What was happening to me?

I felt my body being laid on a hard surface back in the toxin basement. My head hurt and indistinct voices talked over me. I looked up into Crane's mask and before my eyes, I saw a hideous, frightening creature in his face. Letting out a scream, I jerked my head back, pathetically covering my ears.

Suddenly, chaos ensued around me, but my eyes closed as I heard numerous men screaming, the sounds of punches being thrown, and an angry, deep voice I didn't understand.

Despite the mayhem my mind had conjured up, I recognized the voice of the Batman, faintly recalling when he had rescued me from two of Falcone's thugs who had attempted to kill me.

Then, two strong arms slid under my back and knees, gently lifting me off the table. My arms and head hung limp and useless as Batman carried me out of the room. The arms holding me felt strangely familiar and safe, but the poison did allow me to think further.

The last thing I heard was my savior's deep voice say some comforting words.

"Stay with me, Rachel. Just hold on."

Then everything went black.