hisact.
𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁-𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈. 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙾𝙾𝙽. 𝚁𝙰𝚃𝚂 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂. 𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚈 — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳.𝙰.’𝚂, 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃’𝚂, 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴.
arthur, his hands in his pockets, lifted one from its comfort, and brushed it over the tip of his nose.
he’d been sent in by the 𝙳.𝙰.’s assistant, whom he was sure he’d seen on the cover of a 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 he had back at home ( he’d kept that one ). he twisted the old doorknob, stepping into the office with gentle steps and twisted feet.
his grey eyes passed absently, looking around the tiny, cramped, dust-ridden office. dust covering bullshit. lies and stupid bullshit. it was just like debra’s office. after looking, searching no where in particular, arthur found his confidence. he looked dent dead in the eye, and then lost it. his eyes wandered again.
𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐,
he shrugged, passing it off as nonchalance.
𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 – 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 – 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 ? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 – 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚎. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 – 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎.
arthur became aware of his own outwardness.
𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁 … 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚝 ?
i : @legalsplit.
𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 , where addicts come to die & every pick - pocket comes with an armed smile and a cheap gimmick. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙴 -𝙼𝙰𝙽 -𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙴 , and it is here: in the safe confines of this warzone, consumed by paperwork & the stale taste of nicotine , where battle plans are drawn.
𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓: 𝐈𝐍𝐓. GOTHAM’S D.A. OFFICE, 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 1:45 PM. THE AIR IS HEAVY WITH STRESS AND A NICOTINE - SMOG, MAKING THE OFFICE A SAD AND DOUR GRAY. NEWSPAPERS LINE THE WOOD FLOORS IN MISMATCHED PATTERNS, CAMPAIGN POSTERS HAPHAZARDLY HANGED ALONG THE INNER WALLS. HE SITS THERE, SILENT, A LIT CIGARETTE BURNING. “𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓.” AND HARVEY DENT BELIEVES IN YOU.
DENT The one and only.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐕. 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒. a seemingly endless game of bribery and chess, a dead end at every turn. two knights stand idly by their king , face - to - face with their opponent. 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙴𝙽𝙳. one wrong move and the game is lost. he moves. checkmate. ❝ i’m sorry, who are you ? i must admit ——- i have no idea what you’re talking about. did someone send you … ? ❞
