As though there couldn't be anything more jarring than that. Gordon snapped his eyes toward him again, eyes flashing with the briefest spur of confusion before he got it under control.
"Rachel Dawes was Harvey's Assistant DA. She was the daughter of a family that used to serve the Waynes before the shooting that left their son an orphan. I'm sure you've heard the story."
Heard. Ignore the obvious, keep moving. It wasn't obvious if he wasn't looking, and he didn't want to know.
"You saved her life when the Joker threw her out of a party in Wayne's penthouse suite. I mean literally. Threw her.
"The name really means nothing to you, does it? I'll guess it means nothing to Dent either. Damn it--"
He wants to drive his fist into something, but the stonework is too hard, and his hands are too frail for all this self-flagellation.
"This thing's changed my life. All of it. And the three most important players in it don't remember a damned thing! Not even Rachel Dawes. Damn it." Because once wasn't enough.
Dropping his shoulders onto the ledge, Gordon crumpled over it. He'd done what he hadn't meant to, turned away from Batman, closed his eyes tightly against the City and the sound of the gulls, the waves crashing below. He was shaking again, from frustration and exhaustion. If he hadn't been sleeping before, how was he supposed to now?
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"Rachel Dawes was Harvey's Assistant DA. She was the daughter of a family that used to serve the Waynes before the shooting that left their son an orphan. I'm sure you've heard the story."
Heard. Ignore the obvious, keep moving. It wasn't obvious if he wasn't looking, and he didn't want to know.
"You saved her life when the Joker threw her out of a party in Wayne's penthouse suite. I mean literally. Threw her.
"The name really means nothing to you, does it? I'll guess it means nothing to Dent either. Damn it--"
He wants to drive his fist into something, but the stonework is too hard, and his hands are too frail for all this self-flagellation.
"This thing's changed my life. All of it. And the three most important players in it don't remember a damned thing! Not even Rachel Dawes. Damn it." Because once wasn't enough.
Dropping his shoulders onto the ledge, Gordon crumpled over it. He'd done what he hadn't meant to, turned away from Batman, closed his eyes tightly against the City and the sound of the gulls, the waves crashing below. He was shaking again, from frustration and exhaustion. If he hadn't been sleeping before, how was he supposed to now?
"What the hell am I supposed to do?"