Hey, guys, this is the fanfic version of "Preparing For Batman." ENJOY!

The lights flicked on, and the warehouse was fully illuminated, light dancing across the ceiling and walls. Harvey Dent Two-Face's left eye twinkled, while the left one watched Rachel Dawes carefully. "Ah, what a lovely place!" Harvey's voice echoed around the empty room. Rachel on the other hand thought it was the farthest thing from "lovely." Broken beams littered the floors, the windowpanes were cracked, some completely shattered. Water dripped from the ceiling. Rachel snorted. "Far from it." She muttered in disgust. "Shut up and keep walking." Harvey snarled, pressing his gun into Rachel's back. Rachel looked up into Harvey's face, which made her feel sick. "Harvey, you don't want to do this, you can---" Harvey cut her off. "I said shut the hell up." Rachel paused. "Harvey, I'm your fri---"

"DON'T SAY FRIEND!"

Harvey fired his gun upward. The bullet shot up, and smashed into the rafters above. The beams groaned, and shifted, then began to break off, spraying debris onto Rachel and Harvey. Rachel stumbled backwards, and tripped over an upturned floorboard. She fell onto the floor. Then, all was silent. Harvey stood staring at Rachel, gun aimed, eyes wide. Rachel spoke, "Harvey, please. I'm your friend. Whether you like it or not." Tears were streaming down her face. She looked down, no longer able to look Harvey in the face. Harvey was stunned. He looked down at his gun.

Rachel noticed a rusted knife lying next to a crate that was knocked over during the ruckus. She picked it up, and turned it over in her hands, and looked back up at Harvey who was studying his pistol. Then, Rachel knew what she had to do. Not just for her, but for Harvey too, and all of Gotham. Rachel gritted her teeth and aimed for Harvey's heart. Harvey was stunned. He was not expecting this. He was not expecting Rachel to toy with his heart and emotions like she was. He took his finger off the trigger, deciding that maybe he would let Rachel go, to go on with her life. S

uddenly, Harvey felt a white hot pain in the pit of his stomach. He looked down. A knife was sticking out of his stomach. He looked up at Rachel, a hurt looking his eyes. But it was soon replaced with anger. Red-hot anger that boiled to his surface. Harvey yanked out the rusted knife, just as Rachel ran past him. Harvey screamed in agony, sinking to his knees. He looked over at Rachel who had stopped running.

"BITCH!"

With a grunt of pain, Harvey aimed his gun up at the ceiling, at the loose beams, that he knew would bring down the house. Well, at least he knew they would literally go out with a bang. With a look of blank determination, he pulled the trigger. The bullet collided with the loose beams, and with a groan of wood and metal, the ceiling caved in. Rachel tried to scramble out of the way as apportion of the ceiling collapsed but became pinned under wreckage, a heavy wooden support trapping her leg. Harvey walked through the falling rubble, toward Rachel.

Rachel desperately tried to heave the heavy rafter off her leg, but it was no use. Harvey was drawing nearer. With a newfound strength, Rachel jerked her leg free, and broke into a run. Harvey did the same, and tackled Rachel around the legs. They both fell forward, a tangled mass of bodies. Rachel grunted in pain as Harvey pulled her back, but with a swift kick, she knocked him clear off his feet. He clambered to his feet, but Rachel was ready for him.

She staggered blindly forward, and swung wildly at Harvey. She flailed into him, and she grabbed for his gun. They fell to the floor again, Harvey's hand pulling the trigger. It missed by a long shot, smashing into the ceiling. Another portion crumbled, and collapsed. Rachel rolled breathlessly out the way, but Harvey was not so fortunate.

The wreckage buried him, while Rachel looked on in shock. Suddenly, Rachel heard a rustling high above. She looked up, and framed against the moon, Batman glided down toward her, just as Harvey crawled out of the pile of rubble. He was badly beaten, his body bruised and bloodied. With one look at Batman, he fired blindly, rounds rocketing off the walls. Batman shielding Rachel as Harvey ran out of bullets. "You need to get out of here, before you're killed."

Rachel nodded.

"I'll keep him busy, while you run."

Rachel nodded again, and Bruce back flipped away from her.

Rachel did as she was told and raced for the door. But when she heard gunshots, and a moan of pain, she turned and stopped, inches away from the exit. There she saw Batman, lying on the floor, blood gushing from his chest, Harvey standing over him, a fully loaded gun in his hand. Rachel gasped, but her horror turned to rage toward Harvey, and she wanted to take it out on him, hurting him as much as she could.

She looked around for some kind of weapon. The only thing that she saw that would cause Harvey damage was a steel beam from the shattered roof above. She picked it up, and inched her way toward Harvey. He was still looming over the dying Batman, Rachel unnoticed. She was directly behind him now, welding her four-foot weapon. She raised it over her head, clenching her teeth in concentration…

Harvey Dent stood over Batman, grinning in triumph. He had finally defeated his greatest enemy. Things weren't going the way he'd planned, but they worked out all the same.

BAMMM!

With a sickening crunch, Rachel brought her club down over Harvey's head. He fell forward, blood flowing from his scalp. Rachel rushed over to Batman, and knelt beside him. She tore off his mask, and felt for a pulse. "Bruce?" she shouted in concern. She had to get him some help. She just hoped that there was enough life left in him.