thedawniscoming | [rl] Harvey and Renee

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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"Yeah. They do." But they were inherently worthless without their questions. Nanda Parbat had taught her a hell of a lot of vaguely existential concepts.

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?"

Harvey raised his brow at her answer. "So the title passed on to you. How did that happen?" He asked, finding himself snorting. "The guy was right. Complacency might as well be a sin these days." His lip nearly curled. "Look where it led us."

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.

"He died." Charlie's death meant she'd never touch another cigarette. His time with her meant she'd never drink again. Renee owed him a hell of a lot, and all she did was drag him through the know while he died. But this wasn't a time for mourning. "'Us?'"

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."

"How?" There was a time he would have been tactful about it but now the whole process seemed a pointless gesture. Funny though, he found himself caring what Renee Montoya thought. He glanced to the window. "Us- Gotham. Complacency is what let the mob get the control they did." He answered.

"So she may not be in Gotham." He mused, coin twirling through his fingers. "Good."

"Lung cancer. Hope you're not a smoker." There was a wry twist to her smile, and she crossed her arms again. "This isn't just the mob. This is the damn city." Shrugging again, Renee tilted her head to the side, eying the coin for a moment.

"Maybe. People never really leave t his town, it seems." They just kept coming back, like a birthright they never really wanted.

"In college occasionally. But-" Harvey stopped. Ha, Rachel hadn't liked the stress induced habit, no matter how infrequent it was. He tilted his head back. "Stopped the gamble." He nearly sounded amused in a bitter way.

"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.

"Me too." She matched the tone of voice. Her lips twisted in a sour smile, and Renee pulled her thoughts away from the white expanse of snow where Charlie died. Just outside the place she was sure could have saved him. It was the only question she would never answer. What if?

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."

Harvey's good eye fell to the offered water and after a moment he took it, opening the cap and taking a careful drink. Funny how he barely noticed the way he needed to tilt his head, chew on one side, slow down. Adaptation.

"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.

"Nope." She watched him bring the water bottle up, watched that first careful sip before turning away. It wasn't that it was too gory, that was hardly the case. It was called up memories of a forced dinner date. Eugh.

"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.

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