Beauty Comic Hero Dress

Chapter 82 Light and Darkness
A victory was reversed by the clown in less than one night, and those newspapers that had already set the headlines for the next day's headlines were brutally slapped in the face by the clown.

Of course, it wasn't the newspaper offices that hurt the most, but the police and Batman.

Not only did they lose Harvey Dent, who Gotham City called the Knight of Light and the slayer of crime, the police also lost the trust of the citizens, and Batman also lost his childhood friend, who has been in him all the time. Rachel Dawes has a special place in her heart.

Rachel Dawes isn't dead, but she's better off dead than alive.

Not only did he lose the love of his life, but he also lost something that was extremely important to a woman.

What happened yesterday not only took away her happiness for the rest of her life, but also took away her courage to pursue happiness and hope for life.

She is an upright person. As a prosecutor, she pursues justice and wants to use justice to drive away the darkness of Gotham and bring hope to the people of Gotham. card, and stabbed her twice.

Painful to suffocation, painful to desperate two cuts!

She claims to be in the light, but she never realizes that the light is just something in her heart before, and the real light has long been swallowed by the darkness.

But now, the little light in her heart has been completely swallowed by the darkness.

She couldn't forget the smile that Harvey Dent showed her before getting into the police car, and the scene when she was taken away by the police who were supposed to represent justice and sent to the warehouse full of explosives. ...the Batman who didn't save Harvey Dent.

Harvey doesn't deserve to die!Damn Batman!
Batman...

With a soft murmur, Rachel, whose half face was burned, was full of hatred.

If it wasn't for Harvey to replace that guy, how could Harvey die!
She hates Batman!
I shouldn't be like this!The ones who should lose their future and hope are the police who are supposed to catch criminals!

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be what I am now!
She hates the police!

I and Harvey shouldn't have no future, it should be those criminals who have no future!

If it wasn't for them, the self who had already captured happiness...should be happy!

Gotham wouldn't be what it is if it weren't for them.

She hates those criminals.

She hates it!Hate everything now!
A furious figure roared crazily in the seemingly calm Rachel's mind, messing up her mind and causing her to curl up on the bed in pain.

"what!"

After a suppressed sound to the extreme, a scream containing infinite anger and hatred emerged from Rachel's mouth, causing Bruce, who had been hiding outside the ward, to rush in quickly.

"Rachel!" cried out nervously, and Bruce rushed to Rachel's bed.

"How is it? Is there something uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor!"

Seeing Bruce's nervous expression, Rachel, who was slowly being swallowed up, felt warm, shook her head, and said, "No."

The next moment, Rachel noticed Bruce's distressed eyes looking at her, turned her head, and said, "Don't look at me!".

"It's okay... Rachel..." Bruce felt a pain in his heart, reached out and stroked Rachel's head, and whispered: "It's okay, I don't care.".

The warm palm made Rachel's heart tremble slightly. It was as gentle as childhood, making her feel like returning to her childhood, and she missed it endlessly.

But in the next moment, a fragmented face appeared in her mind...

"Crack!" Slapping Bruce's hand away vigorously, Rachel roared, "I care!".

Bruce's eyes darkened, feeling as if a hole had been cut in his heart.

Stretching out his hand firmly, Bruce gently grabbed Rachel's palm, and whispered: "You know Rachel, I... really don't care.".

Looking at Bruce steadily, feeling the tenderness of the other party, Rachel's eyes became a little crystal clear.

Holding Bruce's hand firmly, as if for the last time in this life, Rachel held that warm palm fiercely, as if wanting to engrave Bruce's appearance in her mind forever, staring at Bruce's face, Watched it over and over again...

"Bruce..." A bright smile suddenly appeared on Rachel's face, a bright smile that couldn't be concealed even by a hideous face.

"Ok?"

Like a child making a wish to Santa Claus for the first time, Rachel made her most sincere wish, but when she grows up, she will laugh and say "little fool" in retrospect.

"If only you were Bruce..."

She knew the identity of Bruce Wayne, and when the masked Batman said a word to her that only the two of them knew, she guessed the true face of Batman.

However, she really didn't believe, and couldn't believe, that the gentle Bruce with his face now was the same person as the Batman she hated to the core!

no no!
Bruce is Bruce, Batman is Batman!
I hate Batman!Not Bruce!They are not alone!

Yep!They are not alone!I didn't see Batman's face at all!Those are all my wild guesses!

he!they!No!yes!one!indivual!people!

Rachel's heart, between Bruce's tenderness and hatred for Batman, roared crazily, and paranoidly came to a conclusion that deceived herself, but she believed in it!

Gently pulling Bruce, Rachel raised her face, and in Bruce's stunned expression, with the meaning of farewell that only she could understand, she kissed him lightly on the other's mouth, saying: "I'm tired , Bruce."

Hearing this, Bruce, who was surprised by the sudden kiss, smiled gently and said, "Okay, you rest, if you need anything, just call me!".

Rachel nodded, turned her body sideways, closed her eyes, but revealed half of her hideous face.

Hearing the sound of Bruce's footsteps going away, and completely disappearing after a crisp sound of closing the door, Rachel slowly opened her eyes.

Whether it was the moistness in the eyes or the remaining tenderness, all disappeared at this moment, only the deep-seated madness and hatred, and the calm that was so cold that it made the scalp tingle.

Reaching out to dig under the pillow, she took out a special coin.

It was a coin with human heads on both sides and some scratches on one side. It was left to her by Harvey Dent...

Rubbing the coin, feeling the uneven surface and the roughness caused by the scratches on the coin, as if welcoming a new self, Rachel kissed her lips lightly.

Goodbye to the light...

From now on, say goodbye to Rachel Dawes.

hello dark...

From this moment on, I am Rachel Dent!
(End of this chapter)