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the doctor and the dark knight

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current plot:
Dr. Hale's new clinic in Gotham is a hot topic. Opening in Crime Alley is already sparking debates and whispers, and being a low income friendly clinic to assist those in need, and being funded by THE Bruce Wayne only encourages all eyes on the clinic. But a new drug begins to take Gotham by storm and it seems to be originating from... the clinic?

timeline:
- reunion-- bruce attends a fundraiser for a new clinic that dr. rachel hale is opening in crime alley. though a controversial topic, many of the elite gothamites are attending for their own selfish reasons or ties to rachel during her modeling career.


rachel hale character sheet


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rachel hale



the doctor














The fundraiser that she'd worked so hard to put together was in full swing. She has greeted as many guests as she could as they arrived before being whisked away to confirm the order of the auction to come. It would be huge. Between starting with famous paintings that were donated by old acquaintances that she had made overseas to the antique collectables that may have never shown the light of day had it not been for the surprising identities of some friends she had made with elderly people on her travels. What everyone was most excited for, she'd noted, was the auction of dates. Men and women who had agreed to be auctioned for a night by whoever bid the most would bring in the most money she was sure.

Rachel was grateful that her siblings agreed to participate. Her twin brother, Michael, was mildly apprehensive but had flown out from their hometown to show his support for her. Her younger brother Dylan was less enthused but had been drug into it because Skylar agreed to it -- neither of which were overly fond of the idea of being sold to the highest bidder. On the other hand, the youngest of the Hale clan was positively bubbly about the whole ordeal. She was eagerly chatting away with many of their guests, hinting that she'd be one of the young ladies with whom a date was being auctioned for. Truthfully, Rachel had a feeling if the gentleman was handsome enough, he'd get more than just a date given the nature of the energetic blonde floating across the hall.

Nerves buzzed under her skin despite things appearing to be going well as everyone mingled. The auction wouldn't be starting for another hour, and yet she found herself anxious. She would also be auctioned. The idea was absurd and she should have rejected it, but Ashley had raised many good points about how much money it could bring in for the clinic. It took ten minutes of her sister's logic before she agreed and let her organize how it would work. The date auction was a surprise to the guests. Though her sister seemed at ease, Rachel was unable to ease her worry. She was being pulled left and right to talk with elites. Some asking why she would retire from a career of fame to become a doctor in the most dangerous part of Gotham. Others subtly mocking her for her choice of not bagging a rich husband before she threw away her life.

She was in the middle of listening to another elderly couple attempting to introduce her to their son -- for what purpose she wasn't sure, given she had no fancy pedigree of being born wealthy and had never intended to become wealthy even if her life path led her to making a decent amount by modeling -- when she heard her name be called. Lifting her chin to the left, gaze searching the sea of people in black and navy blue, she spotted Lucius Fox making his way to her. When their gaze's met, she smiled.
"If you two will excuse me a moment,"
she murmurs softly to them. Though the husband, whose name she forgot already, appeared offended, the wife merely offered a polite smile and drug the man away by the arm.

"It's been a while, Lucius,"
Rachel greeted the well-dressed man. She was about to ask how he had been when her gaze moved behind him to the man she assumed he was going to introduce her to. Her eyes widened as they land on a man that she had not seen in quite some time, and whom she had only truly met in passing. Once or twice she had been asked to be seen with Bruce Wayne for publicity purposes -- being one of the models on his arm or as a date to an event at times had been a PR move.
"And even longer for you. I'm flattered you came."














































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bruce wayne



the dark knight












Bruce adjusted the knot of his black silk tie in the mirror, his expression inscrutable. Wayne Manor was silent save for the distant hum of Alfred moving through the hallways, likely preparing something Bruce hadn't asked for but would appreciate nonetheless. Well, for now it was silent, the kids still asleep. He was the only idiot that had to attend some event after a night full of work. And luckily no bruises.

This wasn't the sort of event Bruce usually attended by choice. But Lucius had been insistent, mentioning how much the fundraiser meant to the clinic and Rachel Hale, its organizer.

Of course, he could have simply donated from a distance. A discreet check would have sufficed. But Lucius rarely pressed him on social matters, and something in his tone suggested this was more than a routine charity ball. Besides, Bruce remembered Rachel Hale from years ago — poised, intelligent, and with a wit that belied the often superficial world of modeling they had both been tethered to at different times. Seeing her transition from a high-profile model to a doctor in Gotham's toughest neighborhoods had intrigued him. It wasn’t often people chose paths that made their lives harder rather than easier.

He slipped his cufflinks into place, his movements calm and precise, picking up on a noise.
"Damian,"
he called, debating if it was really him — but it was he knew the steps of their kids by now.
"I trust you’ll remember to keep things quiet today ?"


Damian peeked through the door.
"You’ve said that three times in the last twenty-four hours already, Father. Todd and Drake can keep their chaos to themselves. I have no interest in their squabbles."


"Good,"
Bruce said, though his brow lifted. He wasn’t so sure about Jason and Tim.

The drive into the city passed in silence, the skyline of Gotham as familiar to him as his own hands. Wayne Enterprises had helped build this city, for better or worse, and yet its towering structures often felt less tangible than the darkness in the streets below them.

The fundraiser seemed to buzz with people when Bruce arrived, the murmur of polite conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. As always, his arrival drew subtle attention — a few murmurs, lingering gazes, and whispers passed among the well-dressed crowd. Bruce barely noticed. Years of practice allowed him to move through these events with practiced charm, nodding politely here, shaking hands there, but rarely engaging more than necessary.

Lucius found him not long after, navigating the throng of guests with his usual composed demeanor.
"Bruce,"
he greeted, his tone warm but efficient,
"thank you for coming. I trust Alfred didn’t let you leave without a lecture?"

Bruce chuckled softly.
"You know Alfred."

Lucius smiled knowingly before inclining his head toward a cluster of guests.
"There’s someone I’d like you to meet."


Bruce followed Lucius through the crowd, weaving past men in tailored suits and women in shimmering gowns. He offered a nod or two of recognition but kept his focus on Lucius, who stopped near a striking woman in conversation with an elderly couple. Her auburn hair caught the light as she spoke, her posture confident but approachable.

When her eyes met Bruce’s, he saw the flicker of recognition, followed by a mixture of surprise and amusement. She was just as striking as he remembered, though there was a new depth to her gaze — something earned, not given.

Bruce returned the smile, his voice smooth but genuine.
"It has. And it seems you’ve been busy. The clinic, the fundraiser — impressive work."













































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rachel hale



the doctor














It was hardly noteworthy to confess that being complimented by the charmer that was Bruce Wayne had flattered her deeply. Silly, really, given that she had been around him while he was within the eye of the public to know that he knew all of the right things to say. Even so, her chin lifted a centimeter higher, because she had done impressive work. The clinic would be opening to the public in a week's time. To even get the city to approve of a clinic in Crime Alley had posed a long battle with the board. It was unlikely that she'd ever get funding from the city to assist with keeping the clinic affordable for the people, but Rachel was already making plans to build her own lab to produce medication without having to go through big pharma to sell it to he public. There was no reason to charge ten times the amount of a medication that should be ten dollars at most.

"Thank you,"
her voice held a tone that implied she were going to address him, but she caught herself. She wasn't quite sure if she was familiar enough with the man to call him Bruce, but she'd been seen by the people as one of his many strings of 'lovers' at one point in time so it also seemed a little silly to call him Mr. Wayne.
"I can only hope that eventually more within Gotham will see how much good this will bring to the city. Were you aware that about five percent of crime in Gotham is related to stealing medications or getting involved with organized crime in order to pay for treatment for family members?"
It wasn't truly a question, but a fact that she couldn't help but point out. Just thinking of it had her stomach feeling queasy.

She was no hero. Not in the way that her sister, Ashley, tried to paint her out to be. Trying to help people live a better life wasn't some noble cause that she felt she could step in and save them from their poverty. But she had been a very blessed woman growing up as a kid. Had a wonderful family and never had to worry about doctors, schooling, or even something as simple as a meal.

It only took a second for her to assess that Lucius likely hadn't informed Bruce of the email that she had sent to Wayne Enterprises. At the start she was aware the chances of Bruce seeing it were slim, but had gotten lucky to make contact with Lucius Fox.
"I may come across as too ambitious, but today's fundraiser is actually held with the goal of working together with Wayne Enterprises to get some of the best medical technology for the clinic as possible, and future goals of a rehabilitation center as well."


In her peripheral vision a flash of red caught her attention. Her shoulders tensed though she didn't look away from her old acquaintance, already preparing herself for the impact. There was only one girl who had been bold enough to stand out among the elite by wearing a flashy red gown, with the confidence to not let any snide remarks whispered behind hands as she passed by bother her in the slightest. Only one bubbly blonde girl who might have been mistaken for a model if not for the way she lacked the refined grace models walked with in favor of an almost childish bounce in her step -- a feat to be noted given the five inch heels she wore to make herself taller than her five foot two height.

"Ohmygosh, is that Bruce Wayne?"
Gushed the familiar voice of her sister, who looped her arm through Rachel's immediately to silently signal they were close. Though Ashley lacked subtly with her words, she had always been unsettlingly keen when it came to even the slightest emotional changes.
"Are you planning on staying for the auction? Are you here to bid? If you weren't before, you have to know that at the end we're auctioning dates with some pretty gorgeous women,"
Her head tilts a fraction in her older sister's direction, as if Rachel didn't know what she was doing.
"Not that you're the kind of man who need to pay for a date, but I've heard you're really into charity. I'm charity, you can be really into me if you want."


Rachel exhaled the breath that she had been holding, having known better than to hold onto any hope that her insatiable sister would behave herself while in a room filled with the rich elites of Gotham.
"Please forgive my sister and her lack of manners. She's rather...eccentric."
















































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bruce wayne



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Bruce's practiced charm was on full display as Rachel spoke, her passion evident in every word. Though this time his charm had actually a glimpse of genuineness. Her determination to bring real change to Gotham resonated with him, though he didn’t let it really show beyond a slight nod of approval. Much emotion for him already. Her mention of the email she’d sent to Wayne Enterprises piqued his interest, and he made a mental note to follow up with Lucius later. That was the first time, he would have wanted to also get the email in his inbox.

When Rachel pointed out the staggering impact of medical expenses on crime rates, Bruce's mind instinctively cataloged the statistics into a broader picture. He was all too familiar with the cycle of desperation that Gotham’s underprivileged endured.
"You’re not too ambitious,"
he said, his voice calm but deliberate.
"You’re practical. Ambition without practicality rarely makes a difference in Gotham."
His gaze held hers, his words genuine despite his usual public veneer.

Before he could elaborate — or ask more about her plans — his attention was caught by the burst of energy that was apparently Rachel’s sister. The vibrant red of her gown and her bounding enthusiasm reminded Bruce of another red-clad whirlwind: Stephanie Brown. The comparison brought a rare flicker of amusement to his expression, though he quickly masked it.
Ashley’s effervescent gushing pulled him a little closer eventually.

He maintained a practiced, polite smile, though his sharp instincts instantly picked up on Ashley’s brazenness as she approached. The woman’s energy was undeniable — lively and uninhibited — but there was a fine line between charm and audacity, and Ashley was teetering dangerously close to the latter. Her boldness wasn’t what irritated him. It was the lack of subtlety, the way her words felt designed to provoke or impress without any real depth.

His eyes shifted briefly back to Rachel, noting her tension, even as she exhaled and apologized on her sister's behalf. Rachel had already proven to be composed, intelligent, and deeply driven — a woman with a purpose that went far beyond the superficialities Gotham’s elite often paraded. Ashley, by contrast, seemed like she wanted to bask in the glow of any attention, whether hers or Rachel’s.

"There's no need to apologize,"
Bruce said, his voice calm and measured, though his gaze flickered momentarily to Ashley.
"Passion comes in many forms."
His tone was neutral, carefully balancing diplomacy with an undercurrent of dismissal. But then he nodded to Ashley.
"I will be there, give it a look I would say."


Turning back to Rachel, Bruce continued with their previous topic.
"What you're doing with the clinic is ambitious,"
he said.
"But ambition paired with vision and integrity is exactly what Gotham needs. That’s why I’d be very interested in hearing more about your plans for a rehabilitation center. It's clear you’ve given it significant thought."


He caught Ashley shifting beside Rachel, probably she wanted to make a comeback into the talk, but Bruce was already a step ahead. His eyes locked on Rachel, his tone carrying an unmistakable finality.

"Perhaps after the auction, we can discuss how Wayne Enterprises might help you achieve those goals."


It wasn’t a question — it was an invitation to Rachel and only Rachel. He allowed himself a faint, knowing smile before adding,
"If you can spare the time, of course."













































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rachel hale



the doctor














To be told that her goals and ideas weren't outrageously impossible -- something that she had heard at least fifteen times in the past week alone by various council members. Even the construction crew had expressed their doubts during the building of the clinic when she went to observe their work. Rachel had been perhaps a bit overly involved in the creation of the clinic. She did her best not to butt in when it came to the actual work despite the many questions she had about the safety of the construct and ensuring that no corners were being skipped. She had looked into the horror stories of cheaper materials and the fatal downsides of utilizing such material. She'd also been informed by her brother to keep an eye on the crew since the job was being in full by the completion of the job and not by the hour, which sometimes meant the workers rushed the work in order to complete it and get paid rather than to take the time to ensure it was done correctly.

Skylar, her other sister, had gone to the construction crew to 'talk' with them about what would happen should they later find something was done incorrectly. Though Rachel hadn't asked, nor was she eager to learn exactly what threat her younger and far more violent sister had said to them, she understood that the building passed all of the inspections sent by professionals brought from out of town. It was a bit disheartening to know that she couldn't trust the professionals in the city to be honest about the structural integrity of the building, but that was not something Rachel felt she could actively make a change in at the moment. The overall improvement of the citizens who couldn't afford the huge hospital bills she could help with. For now it'd start with day to day things. Those who were deficient in vitamin D, those who required medication to help ease the chronic pain they were in, those sorts of things.

Neither were given the opportunity to further discuss her ideas and what a genius businessman such as Bruce may think. She was certain that he would have insightful input, and yet her sister's untimely arrival only made the almost comfortable encounter something out of a television show that would give the viewer secondhand embarrassment.

There was a noticeable shift in the polite tone Bruce used to address her flirtatious sister versus how he had just been speaking with herself. Though he didn't let that charmer's mask drop even an inch, Rachel knew it had to be at minimum mildly irritating. It was a wonder that the blonde hadn't attempted to loop her arm through the billionaire's. At least her sister, for all her quirks and absurdities, quickly recognized the way Bruce disregarded her with a polite nod. As she pulled her hand from Rachel's arm and beamed at Bruce despite being aware of the subtle feelings he carefully hid, she wiggled her fingers in a farewell.
"I get it, I get it. Not into blonde's. Can't say I blame you. Rach is tonight's most enviable auctioned item."
Her voice was raised just a hair, so a few of the surrounding attendees could hear her. Seemingly pleased by the growing whispers, Ash was off again like a little tornado to find others to stir up trouble with.

A small breath of hair left Rachel's lungs, her attention fully returning to the man before her. She noticed Lucius had also managed to sneak his way through the crowd, off to chat with others he likely recognized. Her lips tugged into a smile at his offer, giving a graceful dip of her chin in agreement.
"I would very much appreciate being able to at least run my ideas by you. Though I have thought it through more times than I can count, I'm sure there are things that I am missing."
There was a brief pause as she considered her next words, eyes flickering around the elegant decorations while she silently mulled over how to express her sincerest apologies for her sister. On one hand, she was aware that he had politely told her that there was no need. On the other, she felt obligated as the older sister to ensure that Ashley wasn't ruining her reputation simply because she often made terrible first impressions.

"I want to thank you for not looking down on my sister just now. She--"


"Miss Hale!"
The interruption came from a woman with stringy blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. A clipboard waved in the air clutched between her fingers as she approached.
"It is time to prepare for the auction. Everyone else is already getting to the stage."


When Rachel offered her a nod of understanding, assuring her that she'd be right there, the woman spared a quick glance to Bruce. For a moment she almost appeared star struck, but then collected herself with a brief nod in his direction and then darted off. The high speed energy of everyone coming and going was already beginning to wear her out, but the day was young. She still had to get through the auction, and after she would have to prepare herself to go on a dinner date with whoever bid the most money. That at least would be the easy part. Given her recently left career path, dinner dates with filthy rich men who ogled her all night was the sort of uncomfortable setting she'd learned to navigate gracefully without offending anyone. Especially when she declined getting into their bed at the end of it.

"Ah, well it appears I must be going."
The woman kept her tone amused, a mild mask for the budding feeling of being overwhelmed sliding into place as easily as the practiced smile she gave to Bruce.
"Again, I would love to discuss more with you about my ideas. And don't worry about attending the auction if you have other matters to attend to. You've made an appearance for long enough that I'm certain you could slip away unnoticed without causing too much of an uproar. I believe Ashley is causing enough of a commotion to overrule any impoliteness society may attempt to pin on you."
Her voice stayed light, though she maybe, might have, just a little bit hoped that he would check out the auction. If only because he may find something he'd like to bid on and thus secure more donations for the future rehab center she was aiming for.















































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