I own nothing first of all, and as much as I wish; I don't. Only the movies, comics, and merchandise. I'm a nerd, I know...
So this is my new Two-Face story, it doesn't have anything to do with my old one, except for the concept of the character. If you want to know how the other Rouges are, check out my story "Am I alone?" It has all the main villains, and its based where Two Face should be. Throughout the story I'll be referring to Two-Face as the previous, and Harvey, just know that if I suddenly switch, its because that is what that mind is thinking. He is two separate minds in one body (tragic I know.) I know the title is controversial, I don't mean to offend any, but it will make sense soon, just give it a chance. Also, I have a substantial amount written for this story, its just a matter of transferring it from paper to computer... I'll do my best though, but remember, I have many stories, and whichever has the most readers, is getting more attention, and I do have a life, so please be patient.
So now, without futher hesitation, I present to you, Angel in Hell.
Arkham. Good ol' Arkham. Even though it was the insane asylum, anybody who'd ever been there, knew you could escape. Easily. The employers were paid little, so they didn't pay attention, and they didn't care. The doctors didn't talk to the patients. They preferred to leave them alone. They only helped the patients that could be helped. He wasn't one of them. When he first arrived he was, they tried so hard to get him better. But when it became obvious that he wasn't getting better, they gave up. They abandoned him with all the other nut cases. Occasionally a new doctor would come. Young, eager, full of theories, and fresh from school. They never lasted long. All of their theories were the same. "He's half sane; we just have to let Dent gain control." It never worked, and it was all the same.
There were two types of people at Arkham; the hopeless like Joker and the Riddler. Then there were the others; the ones who didn't have to escape of lie to leave. They were the ones with a chance. However, like the beloved coin which Harvey carries in his pocket, with him at all times, their fortune isn't always heads and when it lands on tails once, it was game over. If a patient was released, and sent back more than two times, he and sometimes she had crossed the line. They were considered the hopeless ones. The doctors would begin to ignore them, and only work with them when forced, or when they absolutely had to; however, most still got out of it. That was fine by the patients, they didn't care to much for the doctors. Sometimes, doctors, and other employers would be admitted in as a patient; sometimes they didn't even get admitted in. Some were killed by their own hand or by a patient's. Accidental or not, it didn't matter most of the times. Doctors were human, therefore had faults, they pretended to be better, but it never is long before they cross one line after another; until finally, they become the hopeless.
Harvey knew that he was different than both groups; he was both insane and sane in one. Both hopeless and other, always two, never one. Not black or white, he didn't even consider himself the grey. Not just yin or yang. He was his own best friend, and his own worst enemy. He was always two things in one, both once identical, but now one side scarred; causing the whole to be hated and rejected. Like his beloved coin.
Harvey sighed. He was in a SWAT truck back to familiarity. The truck turned down a different road, heading a different direction than Arkham; a different direction than familiarity.
"Aye wrong road." He said banging on the metal fence, separating him from the driver. Protecting both from the other. The driver started laughing evilly before he started talking.
"You're not going to Arkham boy, you're going where we should've sent all the loons in the first place." The truck turned again suddenly, throwing Two-Face against the wall.
Well, tell me what you think? Terrible, great? "I love you Piratechicka", or "I hate you, go burn." Oh and please no flames, if your going to be mean, try to do it in a slightly nice way.