I'm sure he survived, but I wouldn't hold your breath waiting for him to learn how to relax.
[Real-life answer, I was reading a lot of fanfic and came across a one-shot that was based on that idea, and decided I wanted to run with it. Backstory answer, the Dursleys left baby Harry at Haley's Circus and the Graysons adopted him.]
Personally, I think it'd take an act of divine intervention, but considering he's my mentor my opinion on the whole thing is probably skewed.
Personally, I think it'd take an act of divine intervention, but considering he's my mentor my opinion on the whole thing is probably skewed.
[Harvey just freezes up. He has no idea what to do and no idea how to handle this.]
Rachel?
Rachel?
[He is the metaphorical deer in the headlights at the moment. It's only Rachel apologizing that he seems to notice.]
It's not your fault, Rachel. No need to apologize. It's not your fault: it's their fault.
It's not your fault, Rachel. No need to apologize. It's not your fault: it's their fault.
[He's frozen. Just seeing her alive, hearing her voice again, being near her is enough to make him pause. And he knows that everything won't be fine.]
Rachel...don't worry. Everything is fine-I've taken care of them. I've fixed everything.
[After all, now they didn't have to worry about the mob, they didn't have to worry about Maroni. They didn't have to worry about Gordon's corrupt cops. He was doing the right thing.]
Rachel...don't worry. Everything is fine-I've taken care of them. I've fixed everything.
[After all, now they didn't have to worry about the mob, they didn't have to worry about Maroni. They didn't have to worry about Gordon's corrupt cops. He was doing the right thing.]
[Harvey smiles. But it's a broken, slightly crazed smile. It's obvious he's trying to comfort Rachel, but it's not working.]
It's okay. Maroni's not going to bother us anymore.
It's okay. Maroni's not going to bother us anymore.
I'm fine. This is the clearest I've been thinking in months. I couldn't keep doing things the way I wanted to do them, the way Gotham wanted me to do them. Nothing got done! This way got results.
[He tenses up with Rachel takes his hand. Why doesn't she understand? The streets are close to clean now! He's finally got the mob out of their hair, out of Gotham. Isn't that a good thing?]
[He tenses up with Rachel takes his hand. Why doesn't she understand? The streets are close to clean now! He's finally got the mob out of their hair, out of Gotham. Isn't that a good thing?]

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