The People vs. Batman

[bigbadharv.livejournal.com]

In the end, he couldn't just leave town.

It's what the Bat wants, he decided. For Harvey to run, escape the city of his jurisdiction. Take on all the guilt and blame, and never darken his doorstep again.

But this is Gotham City. It is not Batopia. He won't just leave his hometown in the hands of this man who would choose to ruin lives over saving them.

He didn't even ditch the car.

No. In the end, he drove straight out to one of his old safehouses, back in his criminal days. An abandoned shipyard near the docks.

Harvey Dent stands on a balcony outside the burnt-out shipping office, watching the moonlight ripple over the seawater as the raindrops start to fall.

He knows escape is the smart option. Restart somewhere else, where there isn't such a psychotic pursuit of hypocrisy. Where a man like him could really do some good.

He knows he's risking Arkham Asylum again by taking this stand, a final fight against a man who never loses. Ever. He always gets the upper hand, and Harvey is just now beginning to see exactly how and why.

What it comes down to is a debate. Pure and simple. This is what he does, better than anything else.

Now, justice, freedom, and a woman's life all rest on whether or not Harvey Dent can argue the case of his life.

Those Who Are Seeking The Truth

[det-montoya.livejournal.com]

The message left on her work voice mail is short and sweet. Cris Allen's voice resonates in her ear.

You're hard to get a hold of. Partial came back on the sheath. Congrats. You're in business. Call me.

Old industrial phones make quite a racket when slammed down on their receivers.

Like a wave I'm breaking far at sea and there's no one to hear the roar

[arch-rogue.livejournal.com]

He'd had the cab drop him only a couple of blocks from the park, old habit die hard and he doesn't want to make it to easy on someone trailing him. Even though the Black canary isn't somthing he has to worry about.

The room he'd been staying in was a dank hole in one of the cheaper parts of town. No need to steal and get into trouble in the Bat's town, he had enough problems. They were waiting for him when he went inside.

"Mr. Faccone is terribly disappointed in you Mr. Eleni. It's time to come home now." Cris recognizes them, the one speaking is the one to worry about. The second man is there for brute strenth and show, Michael on the other hand is smart and has about as much mercy as a striking snake.

"Yes, well my mother always told me I didn't live up to expectations, too much to hope I'd change my stripes now." There was a gun stashed behind the dresser taped to the back of the mirror. Yes, it's a little godfatherish but it works if you don't want people to find it easily. "Just let me get my things and we'll go."

There's nothing but a dangling swath of broken tape on the back of the mirror.

"I knew you were going to make this difficult." The brutish Micky grabs him by the shirtfront when Michael nods. "And I have to admit I was hoping I was right."

Cris found out where the gun went when it was smashed into the side of his head. Michael crouched beside him while he tried to get his eyes to focus again. "You aren't family, and you've got to answer for interfering." A quick nod to Mickey. "Get him in the car. I hope you went to the bathroom Mr. Eleni, it's a long trip home..."

Especially when you don't get to ride in the car but get thrown in the trunk instead. Cris doesn't often resort to his mothers language but sometimes swearing is just more satisfying in something other than English.

It's over a thousand miles to vegas, and there's not a lot of padding in the trunk.

There's a lot to swear about.