[rl] Harvey and Jonathan Crane

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His... His face, it was.. there was a mask. And maggots- Harvey let's just go back to bed, ok? Let's- Harvey leaned against the old building, taking in the sounds of Gotham's nights. Screams and curses and masked shuffling- symphonies of car alarms ending in climatic cracks and silence. Yes, it was good to be home, back in a city that lived and breathed like he did, long labored breaths with the smell of pooling gasoline never far.

It was far too like stepping into a trap, circling the fire too closely. To see Jonathan Crane, the straw man with a love of fear, a figure as unstable as the clown (or perhaps himself, a fine joke this all was). Perhaps they would both die in the struggle, a true blow to the grinning madman. Harvey, promise me-

"I'm sorry Bruce." He muttered into the car alarm night. Bruce couldn't feel those burnt arms around his neck, whispering constantly Harvey, Harvey, you promised, you promised, Bruce's hope took it's blow when chance decided Harvey was needed back. He realized before this place, this nexus of worlds, he would have lost everything. Rachel had been all he had then. Now-

"Crane." He spoke into the old building, gun in hand. Now he had Gotham, he had Bruce. Even if they despised him, even if they turned their backs when he cleaned their streets with gunshots, he wouldn't let them live in this filth forever.