A/N Okay, so the part of the film wherein Dent kidnaps Gordon's family, leading up to the end of TDK, I had originally intended to be all one chapter. But I haven't properly updated for a while, and I still need to watch the film so I can rewrite Babs into the scene as accurately as possibly. So this will have to do for now- if I get round to it, I might merge the two into one chapter. Anyway... please R&R!
"Hey, Babs, did'ya hear about Harvey Dent? Burnt half his face off, 'cording to the news. Do you think when he drinks half of it just drips back out again?"
"Don't be horrible, Jimmy," Barbara told her brother. She was only half-listening to him, the rest of her brain reading David Copperfield. "And anyway, if he didn't want his drink to fall out he could just lean his head to one side." She demonstrated, pulling a grotesque face as she angled her head. Jimmy giggled.
"Uhh, kids," said Mom shakily, walking into the living room and grabbing her bag, "we gotta go. Now."
"I thought the cop car wasn't coming for a while yet?" asked Barbara, confused.
"Plan's changed, honey," her mom told her. "Quickly, now."
They hurried out of the flat and down the rattling metal staircase, to where a sleek, expensive car was waiting for them. The windows were tinted, so Babs couldn't see who was driving. They all piled into the back of the car, with Mom in the middle and her arms wrapped around her two children.
No that she was inside, Barbara tried to get a better look at their chauffeur. The front of the car was in almost pitch darkness, but she could see some stiff blonde hair falling over a shadowed face that she remembered easier than most people. Well, half a face.
"Mr Dent?" Babs asked, timidly. "Where are you taking us?" The car swerved into a back alley, and the DA turned around in his seat to look at them/
Barbara recoiled. The left side of his face was devoid of skin, with muscle, tissue and bone exposed. His eye bulged insanely, and the mouth was open in a half snarl. The other side of the face had its eye narrowed at them.
"Call your husband, Mrs Gordon," Dent growled. Crying, Mom dialled the Lieutenants number.
"Jim, he's got the kids!"
Barbara could sense the panic coming from the other end of the line. Dent snatched away the phone.
"Where my family died."
She guessed that was where they were headed- 250 52nd St., according to the police file. For the first, but not the last, time in her life, Barbara was scared.