testing of the voice~ canon is Batman Begins

[rattlethecages]

You couldn't wait to write me after the end of your canon-reviewing?

Well, I guess if you're confident enough, you should go for it, huh? Okay. Let's see what you can do.

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Oh dear god what have you unleashed

[flipism]

Rachel?

canon isn't quite TDK yet... but I think I'll skip on over for some fun. BEFORE DEATH heh

[rattlethecages]

...

[Just give her a minute.]

Harvey...?

hahahaha oh god we are both evil

[flipism]

I thought you'd...

[He can't even bring himself to say it]

He lied.

[It slowly dawns on him, but instead of any joy he just feels a growing anger.]

They all lied to me.

and juicy.

[rattlethecages]

[There is so much anger in his eyes. Despite all things considered, this doesn't even look like half the man she knew.]

What happened to you?

[flipism]

[He comes out of the shadows a bit more, turns his head so she can get a good look at his bad side.]

What does it look like?

What happened to you, Rachel? That's what I wanna know. Because last I heard, the Joker got you.

[rattlethecages]

The Joker...? Did he do this?

Harvey, the last time we saw eachother was at the memorial. You knew I was safe.

[flipism]

We all played our parts. The Joker, Gordon, the Batman. Me.

We shouldn't have tried to save this city, Rachel. We shouldn't have tried.

[rattlethecages]

I...

[They've fought for this city together, both sharing intense enthusiasm for justice. His mouth speaks them, but they aren't his words. Can't be.]

This isn't you.

[flipism]

No?

[He laughs, bitter]

Maybe you're right. Harvey Dent's gone.

[rattlethecages]

N-no...

No. He's not gone. He's just--

[She goes to place a hand on the cheek that still remains whole. She hesitates, but the tips of her fingers still manage to find his flesh.]

Hiding behind a mask.

[and then comes the disappointed look.]

Just like the others.

[flipism]

[He freezes when Rachel touches him, looking pained. His good half, anyway. The bad eye just rolls obscenely in its socket, cold and observing. It's almost as if he's at war with himself. Still a bit of Harvey left after all, maybe. But the rage wins out, and he pulls away and grabs for her wrist at her next words, growling down at her.]

This is my face.