[rl] Harvey and Renee
Apr. 19th, 2009 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What a mess. He nearly said it out loud but the loud crash that blew his hood back covered any sound. It was strange, walking down this mayhem, because he everything felt as though he didn't belong, like watching the scene behind glass. Even as the rubble crashed, a figure fell- he paused before stepping forward.
There were figures all around, rioting, falling. Harvey crouched by the one near him as something caught his gaze, eye widening a touch. She didn't have a face. It took a brief moment to realize the woman was masked, ducking his head as another blast sounded somewhere too close. He almost stood when he felt his coin in his pocket against the shifting, a sigh on his half lips. When he brushed his fingers against the metal it felt smooth. Heads.
The rioting was getting too close, too loud, and Harvey hefted the woman up the best he could, dragging her out of the way of the street and into a more secure alley, stopping only to make sure he wasn't wasting his time on a corpse.
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Date: 2009-04-19 11:32 pm (UTC)More of the darkly viscous liquid leaked down the side of her face from under the mask, and Renee cursed to herself, touching her forehead. A spot just above her left eye was growing dark with blood, no doubt a gash from some flying debris.
It took that time for her eyes to focus: and when they had, she looked up at her rescuer. She expected Huntress, or maybe Squire, she'd hoped it was Kate, but this? This was definitely not someone from the Network. "Dent! What are you doing here?" Fuck. She was clearly an expert at this damn secret identity thing, wasn't she?
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Date: 2009-04-19 11:38 pm (UTC)Renee Montoya.
"Montoya?" He sounded about as confused as the woman though a little less alarmed perhaps, turning only when a wayward gunshot sounded a little too close. He lifted his hood again, wouldn't do to be spotted and mistaken for a mass killer, and turned back to the woman. "Can you walk?" She certainly looked worse for wear.
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Date: 2009-04-19 11:50 pm (UTC)Very badly.
"We have to get you out of here." Nevermind that she was the one hurt, of course. Renee grabbed at his arm and headed for the opposite end of the alley; the first two steps sent the world reeling, though, and she had to pause, her grip tightening. Well. This night was turning out fabulously.
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Date: 2009-04-19 11:56 pm (UTC)He started moving in the direction she had been heading them in, careful of the obviously injured party at his side. "The grocery store of yours around here or was that bull shit?" he asked, glancing at her.
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Date: 2009-04-20 12:06 am (UTC)For a while, she didn't answer, getting to the end of the alley and directing him down the street, avoiding the worst of riots. This was the second time she'd have to replace her guns. "My family owns a grocery store," she finally said. "That was the truth." It was on the other side of the city, safe so far. So far.
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Date: 2009-04-20 01:04 am (UTC)He glanced over at the comment, nodding before looking out again. "Tell me where to take you." he said. Somewhere the hell away from this madness if possible. If it was anything like his Gotham he knew it wouldn't be so easy.
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Date: 2009-04-20 01:30 am (UTC)Where to go was a very, very good question. The taxis had stopped running days ago. Besides, where was there to go? Her place, Kate's place, her parents' place. Benny stayed with them when he was in the city, and she wasn't taking Harvey Dent to anyone she knew. Anyone who knew what he'd put her through, anyway. Or what this world's Dent put her through...whatever.
"I have an apartment," she finally said. "Ten blocks east." Just out of range of this particular fire zone.
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Date: 2009-04-20 05:40 am (UTC)"Then we better start walking." He began walking again in that direction, faster than before. He couldn't touch this Gotham or it's crime, even when his fingers twitched over his pocket and gun handle respectively. It wasn't his world to play in. He glanced to Renee as they moved. "How did these start?"
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Date: 2009-04-20 06:01 am (UTC)When Harvey asked, Renee laughed dryly, glancing at him. Yeah, this was going to be a fun conversation. "When Batman died." She pointed up at the sky, where another of the warped signals had just lit: the Batsignal, with R.I.P written in its body. "City has a sick sense of humor, huh?"
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Date: 2009-04-20 06:33 am (UTC)He looked up when she pointed, at the warped signal that he hadn't seen in a long while. He heard they crushed it after the Batman had 'killed' him. The city always did turn so quickly for fear. "It is Gotham." he answered, ignoring a rather loud crash nearby as they moved. "Guess your city really does need the guy around." he nearly laughed. "Or more time to grow apart."
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Date: 2009-04-20 06:44 am (UTC)The signal the gangs had been putting up - or the villains, she didn't know who it was - was unsettling. It was disturbing. Hell, it made her gut clench and churn. It wasn't right, that the man who'd done so much for this city could be killed, and mocked like this. "Every Gotham needs Batman, Dent. I'll never understand how some people just don't get that."
The streets emptied as the went, quieted, if barely. Abruptly, Renee turned a corner, grabbing Harvey's arm to keep him with her. "Here." Keying into the building, hoping he didn't put much stock in street signs, she led him up to her apartment, peeling the mask off once inside, rolling it back into a ball. She'd clean it later.
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Date: 2009-04-23 02:21 am (UTC)It was strange how different the two cities were structurally, though there were the faintest hints of the familiar every time he turned his head. He kept an eye around him and attention on the woman beside him, on her obvious injuries in something that at one time of his life may have been concern. Now it felt like a vague curiosity.
He waited until they were inside before he pulled the hat off, tossing it onto some nearby surface and glancing the woman over. "The hell is that?" he gestured to the discarded mask. Another vigilante perhaps- how quaint.
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Date: 2009-04-23 03:54 am (UTC)Once the mask was off, Renee moved to her tiny bathroom off the living room - the first room they'd walked into. Her face was cut up, and there was a big gash over her left eye. Muttering curses to herself, she splashed water over her face, wiping off sweat and drying blood, before trying to tend to the gash. Glancing over when he gestured, she looked back at the mirror, thinking.
Well. Fuck.
"Pseudoderm," she finally said. She could answer that question, even if it might raise three or four others.
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Date: 2009-04-24 06:21 am (UTC)He watched her walk to the other room, gaze falling on the area around him in vague curiosity. He only looked back when she answered, brow raising and voice deadpan. "Do I even need to ask the next question?"
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Date: 2009-04-24 06:42 am (UTC)Ignoring the rest of the mostly minor cuts, she walked back into the living room, pulling her sleeves up. "It was meant to be synthetic skin. It works with a binary gas." And he really didn't need more of her secrets than he already had, so she crossed her arms, frowning up at him. "What are you doing here, Dent?"
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Date: 2009-04-28 05:13 am (UTC)He glanced at the mask, brow raising the half dead skin. "So you have some title too then." he may have said more but her question caught him, making him regard her a moment before looking to the window. "I wanted information on someone here."
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Date: 2009-04-28 05:25 am (UTC)"I might. Does it matter?" She didn't back down, stayed where she was and frowned. That answer left a bitter taste in her mouth. Renee grunted. "Who?"
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Date: 2009-04-28 06:31 am (UTC)"Gilda. I wanted to know more about her here." He said before looking back over. "What's your title?"
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Date: 2009-04-28 06:52 am (UTC)Grabbing a hair tie from the coffee table, Renee gathered here hair and put it up, frowning lightly. "The Question. How'd you end up in that part of town, checking up on her?"
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:12 am (UTC)"I was trying to find a certain street. This Gotham is more different than I had assumed structurally. Our streets only barely match up with yours." He answered before continuing. "Why the Question for a name?"
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:33 am (UTC)Settling her hands on h er hips, Renee smiled a little wryly, a little sadly. But it was gone fast enough as she tilted her head to the side. "You'd have to ask the guy who called himself that first. But he'd probably tell you that Questions are a necessity most people take great joy in forgetting. He liked to remind them of things they let by the wayside. Why were you looking for this certain street?"
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Date: 2009-04-28 03:39 pm (UTC)He took a moment before speaking again. "I thought she would be there. I was wrong." He glanced over. "You know of her, don't you? Is she dead?" His tone was apathetic despite the dark question.
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Date: 2009-04-28 04:48 pm (UTC)Renee shrugged vaguely. "I know the stories. Don't know where she is now." She nodded out the window. "Days like this, it's fair to assume anyone's dead."
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:43 pm (UTC)"So she may not be in Gotham." He mused, coin twirling through his fingers. "Good."
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Date: 2009-04-28 09:06 pm (UTC)"Maybe. People never really leave t his town, it seems." They just kept coming back, like a birthright they never really wanted.
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Date: 2009-05-02 02:31 am (UTC)"In my Gotham-" my gotham, who does that sound like? "-that was it. Corruption, criminals. Now-" he raised his brow. "I guess it evolved." He ran his thumb over the top of the coin.
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Date: 2009-05-02 03:36 am (UTC)Tugging the end of her pony tail, Renee snorted, drifting through an open doorway to the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she paused before grabbing a second, returning to hold it out for Harvey. "Running water's been undependable," she said quietly. Contaminated or cut all together. That and the power outages made this insanity all the easier. "It always evolves, Dent. Everything does."
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Date: 2009-05-05 02:58 am (UTC)"Your Gotham always such a mess?" He asked without condemnation, he was used to something similar enough. Hell he was born and raised within the place, even if it was never quite this bad. "So that's what we are huh? The products of evolution." he snorted.
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Date: 2009-05-05 05:10 am (UTC)"I told you. Happened when Batman died." She wished she could settled for 'disappeared,' but whoever was gallivanting out there new made her feel like a cop again. It wasn't the Batman she'd defended. Laughing, more than a little derisively, Renee glanced back at him. "Hope you're not a Catholic." Which came out a little bitterer than she'd meant it to.