AT FIRST RACHEL THOUGHT IT WAS OVER. The stranger was there to rob the apartment and then kill her. He wasnât wearing a mask and his face was exposed, clear as day. She could identify him in a line up. Thatâs how it worked. But, strangely enough, the manâs demeanor was not the slightest bit violent. He was anxious, barely making eye contact. âWhat do you want?â His answer made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. âHe wants to see you. Iâm here to take you to him.â Rachel didnât ask who. She knew. Harvey. Â
A part of her wanted to vehemently refuse. To tell him to tell Harvey to go to hell. That she had no interest in seeing him again. Not after all of the terrible things Two Face had done. Another wanted to go, no questions asked. Deep down the woman knew that despite what Harvey had become, he wouldnât hurt her. It wasnât possible.Â
She chose the latter. Love won.Â
Now sitting in the back of a black town car, Rachelâs hands fidgeted in her lap nervously. They stopped on the docks and the man lead her inside of a warehouse. He left her in front of an open door of what looked like an office. She hesitantly entered.Â
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