Harvey Dent

-- No matter what. // @_AngelOfGotham @ShieldOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham @PrinceOfRiddles @Fear_Incarnate @_ToxicThorn @EmperorOswald

-- or the goddamn mayor himself. Rachel's coming home safe. --

-- I'll tell you this for free. Whoever's got her. They're going down for this. I don't care if it's Crane, one of his patients, --

-- {Worry etched over his face, he looked back to the feed, jaw set with determination to bring @_AngelOfGotham back in one piece} --

-- who are genuinely hurting. Not Crane's version of it, but /really/ in pain. She'd give you the shirt off her back if your asked... --

-- Tylenol inside} I don't get this. Out of /everyone/, why grab Rachel? She's the first one to champion rehabilitation for people --

-- Jim. {Blinking at the rasp in his voice, he looked to @ShieldOfGotham, nudging open his desk drawer to grab for the bottle of --

-- like it could have come from anywhere. Sound of rushing water... Somewhere near the Narrows?} --

-- some detail his bleary brain was missing that could tell them where the girl was being held. Bars on the windows. A chair that /looked/ -

-- it to his lips, wincing at the bitter brew as he studied the room around @_AngelOfGotham, hoping against hope for /some/ clue, --

-- {muttering} Crane, if she dies, so /help/ me... {Reaching blindly across his desk, fingers wrapping around his coffee cup, he brought --

-- run amuck, crazy assed mouse running wild while the cat was away?} --

-- wall... What the hell was that even supposed to /mean/? That this was some kind of game? Was this one of @Fear_Incarnate's psychos --

-- Working his jaw, he side eyed @ShieldOfGotham, wondering if the veteran cop could put this one together. Goddamn question marks on the --

-- Was she even still alive? --

-- Was #Rachel okay? --

-- hacked to above her shoulders, fear in her eyes. --

-- Dropping his head to his hand, he rubbed his temples, staring at the internet feed of @_AngelOfGotham shackled to a chair. Hair --

-- Of course she'd gone anyway... --