Title: Thoughts And Musings. When: Early in the morning before work and dinner with Bruce. Setting: Rachel's apartment. Characters: Rachel Dawes - narrative. Rating: PG.
Rachel had a terrible habit of pacing. She was doing it again now, after having just received a few text messages. Normally she knew how to handle things like this. She was accustomed to practical thinking and exploring different theories. But now, it was early afternoon and she was already pacing around with a pen in her mouth and a pad of paper in her hand. But, the pad of paper remained empty and she pulled the pen from her mouth and instead stuck it in her messy dark ponytail. The pad of paper left her hands and was flung onto her desk with a loud sound of impact. She ignored it, though, and went to glance out her window.
Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be one of them. To live a different lifestyle, to be the sort of person who took having friends for granted. Rachel watched a few early-risers walking along the sidewalk and crossing the street, and it occurred to her that some people were so completely and utterly unknowing about some of the things that even she knew, so she was either lucky or at an extreme disadvantage; it was a double-edged sword, and each day brought something new to the whole adventure.
Her work had become everything to her, and sometimes it felt like there wasn't time for anything else. It was a terrible feeling to have, when it was so powerful and overwhelming that she couldn't even blink, but somehow knowing that she was doing her part to make the city a better place helped to heal the worry, just a bit. She couldn't do everyone on her own, nor could she expect everyone else out there to help her. There was Harvey and his insistent tone in the text message warnings he'd sent her. And then there was Bruce, the Bruce she thought about much too much for her own good. He was in her thoughts when there was nothing else to think about, and he was even there when she was supposed to be thinking about something else. It was a set of conflicting emotions; worry, care, memories.
But things weren't like the way they were when they were younger. If they were to go run around the gardens now they'd be looked at like they were crazy, and Rachel had dealt with enough crazy people to last her a lifetime.
Life would go on it, always did. There was work, a short day, and a bit of freedom now that she wasn't going to the press conference. Then there was dinner with Bruce, her escape to another dimension, a happier-yet-still-painful place.
Rachel shook her head and stepped away from the window, pulling her hair down and letting the pen fall to the bed slightly as she sighed and started to get ready for the day.