Title: Choices
By: Amanda
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Rating: E
Disclaimer: The Batman universe is not mine. And this is a labour of love, not profit. Please explain that to my credit card company.
Fandom: The Dark Knight movieverse
Summary: Rachel Dawes has to live with her choice. SPOILERS
Competed: July 22, 2008
Notes: For some reason this is the first little fic that popped into my head after watching the movie. Why, I have no freaking idea. And when there are so many more entertaining, purple plot bunnies to play with…



This isn’t right.

I’m telling a doomed man what he wants to hear.

But it’s the truth: I want to spend my life with Harvey. And I want desperately to tell him that. I need him to know. To understand. I need him to know that he was my only choice.

I fear, given the chance, Bruce will come for me. But the city needs Harvey. It would be better off with Harvey Dent – he can do more, accomplish so much more than some servants’ daughter with a law degree.

I don’t want to die.

I won’t be left to die.

I hate it, but I’m counting on Bruce taking that chance.

I want Harvey to know I love him. I want him to hear me telling him. I want him to die knowing my answer is yes. I want that to be the last thing in his mind. I wish I could see his face.

You make your own luck. And I…I have a hero, a friend, who loves me. And would never let anything happen to me. Bruce would never let me down. He leapt out a window for me. He saved me.

I hope Harvey would understand.

I hear him, Harvey. He’s calling to me…no, he’s calling for me. He’s calling for someone…

Batman. Bruce. He’s there.

Not here.

Bruce didn’t save…

The letter. Alfred must have given Bruce the letter. He knows. He knows I chose Harvey over him. He knows I could never, would never, wait for him. Bruce knows I gave up on him. He knows I couldn’t live like that, not sneaking around in the shadows, not hiding from the truth. Not clutching on to his wings.

So Bruce chose to save Harvey.

The spoiled boy from my childhood is back. He’s still lurking there under the mask. He’s punishing me for what he can’t have. It’s the little boy for cried when he didn’t win the prize…

Bruce let me – BOOM!



Note: I doubt it’s very PC. But would it be the very best that rushes through your head at the end?