Sequel: Phobia

Phobia.

Keira had a habit, she liked to take a note of each day, a line in her fathers' old notebook.

There were eight years worth of marks since Harvey Dent had died.
There were over three thousands marks since she had betrayed her brother.
Since she had seen him finally shipped off to Arkham, where he belonged.
One Hundred and Eighty Two since she had last visited him, winced as always at his thinness, made small talk.

She looked down at her pencil, worn down to the last inch as she pressed down on the thin paper, one more line, one more day of her existence almost over.
But today would be as significant as the ones she always thought of, today was the day Jim Gordon would tell the truth, tell everyone who Harvey Dent had become, how the man dressed as a bat was innocent.

Gotham would finally see.

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phobia
n.
1. A persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous.
2. A strong fear, dislike, or aversion.


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