"Can you take me to 7492 Brighton Avenue, please?" _ asked politely.
"Well, that depends on your luck sweetheart." She heard the familiar sound of a coin being flipped over the sound of harsh rain pelting the taxi window.
She bit her lip. "Harvey Dent."
"Well you're just lucky sweetheart," he cooed from the front. "What's your name?"
"_," she breathed.
"Two-Face," the ex-DA growled, slamming through a red light.
He pulled over and drew a gun, pressing it under her chin.
"Get out quietly and quickly," he hissed. "If you scream I will send a round right through your pretty little head."
_ nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I won't scream."
He paused, running his eyes over her. "You remind me of someone I used to know."
She kept quiet, wondering if she'd met him before. Had she been at one of his speeches? She couldn't remember.
"Get out," he murmured, brushing her face with his hand gently, resting his fingers over her lips. "Don't make a sound."
She nodded and got out of the cab, and he followed. He caressed her face before punching her. She whimpered and tears leaked out of her eyes.
"Don't cry kitten," he purred. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe."
He caught her chin and made her look him in the eye.
Her eyes were so soft yet so full of rebellion. Like his Rachel. He felt her shiver as he cold rain suddenly grew heavier. He grunted and jerked her along behind him as he passed through dark alleys and suspicious intersections. He finally stopped at an old abandoned hotel and pulled her inside. "Vodka?" he asked.
She declined with a short nod as she sat down on the loveseat. He took a small sip and sat down beside her.
"You don't remember me?" He seemed slightly hurt.
"I'm sorry," _ muttered.
"You were at dinner with Bruce Wayne, Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes. You were beside Bruce, to pretend to be his lady love for the day." His eyes begged her to remember.
She nodded slowly.
He looked her in the eye again, searching for a lie. Instead he felt like his lips where magnetized and, out of instinct, he pressed them to hers. Her warm ones were like an old song, one he'd listened to a million times but forgotten the words to. It was nice to hear them again. He pulled away and pulled out his coin. He flipped it. It was heads. He kissed her again.
"You remind me of my fiancé." He flipped the coin and gently held her hand. He whispered, "Three times a charm."
He put a blindfold on her and led her out the door. She turned and reached up to his face. "Flip for me," she murmured.
"It's tails."
Se kissed the marred side of his face and turned around. He undid the knot and slammed the door shut. He hadn't even asked her if she knew where the files were, which was his original plan. He took a long swig of vodka and sat down on the floor. He fell asleep with an empty bottle in his arms.
When he woke he found a crinkled note under his door. It read, "You have kisses that taste like pain." He smiled.
He flipped his coin. It was heads "Well, now I have it find her."