Gotham Warehouse
"What happen here?"
A large group of Gotham police officers gather around the site to survey the scene. Police sirens whirl by, almost crying into the night. Police tape is wrapped around like a prison around them all. After the dust had settled, a single, fallen man laid on the ground, like he had fallen from the heavens above. His arms outstretched. His hands were balled into fists; the right one was white with determination to keep the contents of it from escaping. The contents….a coin.
"Gordan called it in. It was a massacre, five dead then there is this one." The officer moves his hands over the face of the victim. As he is about to brush the hair from his face, a voice cries out.
"Don't touch him! I want a body bag here now! I have no time to waste! Davis, I need you to step away from the victim. We need every forensic specialist here now to dust for finger prints and I don't want you to contaminate the area!"
Commissioner Gordon stands tall over the officer. Although Davis stands a foot taller than him, Gordon's voice alone makes him stand 10 feet tall.
"YYYeeess sir," babbles Davis. "I need the name of the victim before we send him in."
The name? Gordon wipes the sweat from his brow. Gordon can't bring himself to say it. How could this be? We put everything on him. Our hopes. Our future. Our city. And now he is just a name on a body bag.
"Dent. Harvey Dent." Gordon says as the vomit rises in his throat. "Now get a move on!"
"Right sir."
As Davis scurries away, Gordon can't help but to be sad for the victim. No, he threatened my family! No, Gordon wasn't sad, he was… defeated. The Joker had won. He had taken the best of them…but he hadn't. He was better, the Batman was better. But he wasn't the face of Gotham that people could believe in. That was Harvey. That was Harvey and he ruined it. No… Batman was something else. He was the Dark Knight.
The Highway
As the wind whipped across his face, the adrenaline wearying away, Batman's thoughts mirrored that of Gordon's. He wasn't supposed to be, but he is. Their hope, their future for the city. Only he wasn't the face that Harvey was supposed to be, no that face died with him. He was something else. He was the Dark Knight.
Between Nowhere and Somewhere
Sometime between night and day, Davis loaded the body into the back of the truck. Alone and without a lot of nerve, Davis looked around.
What a spooky time it was, he thought. Dark, but just a little light at the end. Sunrise will be soon. Davis loved the sunrise.
What a day, Davis thought to himself. I have to push around a stiff and now my tire gets a flat.
Ha, a stiff. Not just any stiff, no. I guess I can take some solace that Gordon had asked me to deliver him to the morgue. The him that isn't a him anymore. Dent, jeez. I had voted for him and now.........
Two sides....two sides....good and bad.....right and wrong......why am I spinning.... Make it stop..... the noise......Rachel......please........my face.......where am I.........him......the Bat........no .......it's their fault..........my coin.......two sides.........good and bad......right and wrong............my coin...............
Ring! Ring!
"Davis where are you?"
"Sorry, I got a flat in the middle of nowhere."
"Need help?"
"No, I got it Roger, thanks.
"Gordon going to fry you if you don't deliver Dent soon."
"I said I got it. Bye."
As he changed the tire, Davis didn't see the bag slowly zip open.
Where am I? Voices... I hear them, calling.......Rachel......No.........My coin.......
Suddenly the bag wrenched itself open. The figure crawled out of the darkness and into the light. Morning was coming. ........
Got it! Now I can get out of here, thought Davis. As he opened the door to the van, a figure towered over him.
"I am not done with Gotham," it said.
"Ddeentt?" whimpered Davis.
"No!" it shouted. "Two Face! It's Two Face now and forever!"
Davis was brought to his knees in fear. Two Face just laughed.
"Now, we need someone in that body bag," he said as he sized up Davis. "And you seem just ... the right ... height."
"No. please, I begging you" squeaked Davis.
"I am a betting man," oozed Two Face, "but you're chances don't looked good."
With that, Two Face hurled the coin into the air. Davis watched in agony as the coin descended in front of him. In his last moment, he saw the sunrise.