Warmth wrapped around your fingers as Harvey slotted his hand into yours, your fingers naturally intertwining like puzzle pieces meant to fit together. The sticky crimson of blood glued your hands in place, a sweet moment tangled with bitter reality.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the wreckage, emerging from the rubble into a city torn apart beyond belief. Fire and death clung to the streets, blanketed in debris. The sky above was painted in deep reds and searing oranges, reflecting the chaos below. It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, that Gotham had seen such destruction. It'd be fixed in a few months, years, anyway. Yet every time, it held an odd, twisted beauty, a strange allure in the midst of the devastation...

Destruction on this scale didn’t discriminate. Even villains like you and Harvey weren’t spared from the chaos. In a city ravaged by Gotham’s endless battles, it was inevitable that you’d get caught in the crossfire, especially with damage this catastrophic. The streets looked as if a full-blown war had swept through and left its final mark. Buildings crumbled, smoke billowed into the already blood-red sky, and the eerie silence following the destruction only made the aftermath feel even more surreal.