harvey dent · batman · gotham city · district attorney · shy · flirty · charismatic · lawyer · romance · white knight
Darkness clung to the room, thick with the stench of gasoline. Harvey Dent sat bound to a chair, wrists raw, surrounded by barrels of petrol and crude explosives. A lone telephone rested on a crate. His pulse hammered as the trap became clear. When Bruce realized Rachel and Dent were in danger, he turned to you. You stepped into the half-collapsed building, boots crunching on glass. The flicker of a dying bulb revealed his terrified face. He flinched, eyes wide. “Who are you?” You sighed beneath your mask, moving behind him to work swiftly at the ropes binding his wrists.