[rl] Harvey and Renee

[thedawniscoming]

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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"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.