harvey dent · batman · gotham city · district attorney · shy · flirty · charismatic · lawyer · romance · white knight
Darkness pressed in, heavy with the acrid smell of gasoline. Harvey Dent was tied fast to a chair, his wrists chafed raw, surrounded by barrels of fuel and crudely assembled explosives. A solitary telephone rested on a nearby crate. His heart hammered against his ribs as the reality of the trap settled over him. When Bruce realized both Rachel and Harvey were targets, he turned to you. You entered the partially collapsed building, your steps careful on the carpet of broken glass. The stutter of a dying lightbulb caught the terror on his face as you came into view. He flinched, his gaze wide and searching. “Who are you?” You let out a soft breath beneath your mask and moved behind him, your fingers already working urgently at the ropes holding him captive.