There she sat in Harvey Dent’s office, eyes boring into his as the words slipped from his mouth and into her ears. Rage ever so slowly began to seep into her veins and boil her blood, her innocent yet darkened heart racing with pent-up ferocity. Her entire being froze still, not a single muscle moving with the exception of her fingers, which were now twitching and clutching with irritation at the arms of the leather chair. Within that moment, so much hatred had managed to build up inside Mandy, and she couldn’t exactly put her finger on why that was. Every sound around her immediately faded out as her sole focus went onto Mr. Dent’s every word, watching intently with a twitch of her right eye as he folded his hands over the papers on his desk.
She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t comprehend what he was telling her, let alone what he expected from her. The subject matter was digging horribly into her mind and heart – tugging torturously at her emotions. For her, it felt as though the world had stopped spinning and the only ones who could move or speak were Mr. Dent and herself.
He had called her in earlier that day, claiming how he needed to speak with her on an important matter. Mandy, having only met Mr. Dent once before hand, hadn’t the slightest clue what he would have to discuss with her, and thus, she had no choice but to head to his office; driven by nothing more than her curiosity. But as soon as she had entered that room – as soon as she sat down in the chair – the entire atmosphere within that confined space changed drastically. It became cold and quite unsettling, sending chills up her spine. Something was very wrong, and she couldn’t help but feel she had landed herself into a trap.
And unfortunately, that’s exactly what it was.
Turns out the “important matter” he wished to speak of regarded the only person she trusted since she had first stepped foot in Gotham: Dr. Jonathan Crane. As soon as his name left Mr. Dent’s lips, her whole body went rigid as a statue, and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He went on to tell her of his suspicions of Crane, and how he was afraid for her, how he didn’t want anything to happen to her, knowing very well she was a patient of Crane’s. Whether it was the idea of her getting diagnosed as insane and thrown into an asylum or somehow getting involved in a very dangerous situation, Harvey wouldn’t have it. He had every right to be concerned, especially knowing how Mandy had only been in Gotham for a year. With a thin and unhealthy physique such as hers’, she could easily get hurt.
However, though he insisted he was only giving her a warning and attempting to protect her, Mandy dismissed his concerns without care, because really, there was no point to be concerned. He may have thought Dr. Crane to be a bad man, but she most certainly didn’t – not from everything she had gone through. Yes, she may have had her own suspicions of her therapist, but she wouldn’t dare tell anyone. After all, everyone had their secrets. Everyone had their dark sides. Even the ones who are mostly innocent, the ones who claim to never be sinister, have dark sides; they just never give into the need to release such pent-up insidious energy. Mandy had trouble trusting anyone – God knows she had been brutally damaged throughout her life; it’s no wonder she stayed clear from strangers. She was introverted and shy, she always had been, and would struggle to discuss anything with anyone. But upon attending regular weekly sessions with Dr. Crane, she shockingly came to a realization that she could open up to him with such ease. Why that was - Who knows? Perhaps it was because of how his eyes just seemed to pierce into her soul and hook into her thoughts, feelings, everything; extracting her entire life out of her. She thought for sure he’d be like every other individual she had encountered: Nothing more than a peasant who’d make fun of her for her looks and think she was pathetic and disgusting. Someone who wouldn’t give a damn about her.
But she was wrong. So very wrong. And it stunned her beyond belief.
Dr. Crane was the exact opposite. When she would speak of her problems to him, he wouldn’t ignore her and obviously appear bored out of his mind, he’d thoroughly listen to every single detail she gave; scrutinizing any mannerisms she made during her speech, notifying him just how she was feeling. And whenever he’d ask a question – especially if it was regarding something upsetting to her – he’d speak with such softness and what Mandy believed to be concern that it’d somehow cause her nerves to relax in an instant. Never in her entire life had she come across such a kind human being, someone who she could actually talk to. Someone she fully trusted and could admittedly call a friend.
And yet, here she was, listening to how Mr. Dent was advising her to stay on guard around him.
But the worst thing he said then made fire burst in her gemstone-like eyes: He wanted her to gather information about him and report back to him.
How dare he. How dare he expect her to do such a thing. One minute he was going on about warning her and how he was concerned for her, and the next, he wants to use her as a spy to “expose Crane for who he really is”? The idea was sickeningly insane! Ludicrous! She would do no such thing, not to the only individual she trusted. Once, Mandy had told Crane she was great at keeping secrets, and that wasn’t a lie, not in the slightest. So if she were to ever discovery Crane’s dark secret, would she expose him? Never – They’d have to strap her down and torture her severely to get her to talk, and even then, she wouldn’t crack. If Crane was such a “bad man”, then it was clear she was blind to see it. Either that, or she too might have a heart and soul as dark as Crane’s, but who really knew? If either or were the case, she still wouldn’t succumb to Mr. Dent’s demand. She most certainly wouldn’t allow him to scare her away from Dr. Crane, and if he attempted to push her into doing his dirty work, she’d have no choice but to allow a portion of her inner darkness out. She would defend what was most dear to her no matter what the case; she couldn’t afford to lose the only person she felt comfortable with.
Her eyes narrowed as they darkened with a hybrid of hate and anger. Her nails dug into the fabric of the chair, scratching at the smooth surface. She didn’t blink, she didn’t move. She had had enough of this. And if Mr. Dent were to ever go after Crane and threaten him or worse…
…there would be no mercy from her.
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