Alright, new story. I know, I'm terrible, I really can't stick to one and all, but hey, I warned everyone! It's about Two-face, essentially, and his hatred for Batman, and Joker. This is the same world as my Teen Titans story, so the same basics apply. I think I'll start each chapter with a flashback, but we'll see how that goes. This one is short, but I wanted to set the mood for it first. Review, and enjoy. (May have spoilers for the movie, and comic!)
He twirled her around once more before the song ended. They both smiled at each other as he released her and they started clapping to the musicians. She grabbed his arm.
"Let's go for a walk outside." The woman whispered into the man's ear, he nodded. "Sounds good." He replied, thinking about how he was about to ask her the same thing. The two started talking as they walked.
"So Miss Dawes. Tell me about yourself." The man asked the woman, she smiled kindly.
"Harvey how many times do I have to remind you to call me Rachel? We work together now." She said sweetly, he smiled in return.
"Alright then Rachel. Tell me about yourself before you were in law." He said completely calm.
"I grew up in Gotham, my parents and my little sister moved a long time ago. They live in Metropolis. I haven't spoken to them in years-" at this Harvey cut her off suddenly.
"Why haven't you spoken to them? You should call them, or write to them. I'm sure they'd appreciate it." He stopped. "I'm sorry, please continue." He said apologetically.
"Well there's not much more. What about you? Everyone knows that you're one of the youngest to enter Gotham law, but what made you want to?" She asked. He smiled slightly.
"That is an interesting story. My father use to abuse me as a child; he told me it was my fault that he would. I was bipolar back then. Well, he came home drunk; a lot, and he use to beat me. I always thought it was unfair, then one day I told the police. He was brought to justice. I'd been so relived. After awhile my I grew out of my disability, and I grew up." he stopped walking and turned to her smiling.
Two-Face woke with a start. He'd been dreaming again. It felt so real, if only it could have lasted. These were his favorite moments, the few seconds, if he was lucky, minutes, before he felt anger again. He stood up and walked to the small bathroom; shoving the door open roughly, he strode over to the mirror and placed his hands on each side of the sink, leaning towards the mirror. "Why?" he growled angrily. "Why did this happen to me!" he punched the mirror on the left side; the side of his face that ruined his life. He rested his head on the edge of the sink.
"That dream. It felt so real. I hadn't thought about that night in a long time" he thought to himself panting. "Why did she have to die! Why couldn't they have let me die instead?"
Filled with anger, he stood up and pulled his gun out ;shooting the mirror and destroying the rest of it. He left the room in rage. "It's their fault. Justice." he sneered to himself.
"Justice does not exist in the minds of humans. It never has. We think we have it; but we don't. We're to biased. To judgemental, we never look at the whole picture. Just as people only see one side of me, they never see the good, or the reasons why acts are done. Only the negative is reviewed." He grabbed a jacket and started left his small, trashed apartment; into the dark streets of Gotham.
Well, there it is. I really tried to elaborate how in love Dent was with Rachel, and how angry and depressed he feels, as if it was his fault that her life ended the way it did.
Hope you liked it. If you didn't, could you still review, and tell me what I need to work on? I'd really like to improve my writing skills. If you like this one, you may like my others.
P.S. How did you like my explanation of justice? I thought it was pretty good, but I wrote it, so I may be wrong. I figured it was very Two-Face like.