Well I am more well known in the Tudors Catorgory but once in a while you gotta branch out well for a while I've been in a role play game where I played Harvey Dent so I am writing a story based of that ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters then I would be god wouldn't I?

Introduction:

I cannot believe they are making me watch the interview of the man who tried to kill my ex girlfriend, and I Harvey Dent thought.

He was a pretty handsome guy, despite the huge scar on his face from being kidnapped by the mad man who was sitting on the other side of the screen. To top it off Harvey had bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep he sustained for these past couple of months. Everyone around him says it's post traumatic stress.

Fuck that Harvey thought, I'm Harvey Dent I'm invincible that clown doesn't scare me.

Lie, the clown terrified him. Hell ever since his abduction Harvey became paranoid. He gained a sense of OCD like locking the doors at night. He even went as far as getting an order for him to carry a gun at all times.

As he walked down the halls in Arkham a sense of Tension was building up in his body. He was hoping they knew what they were doing to keep the clown as far away from him as possible. Then before he knew it there he was, standing in front of the one way screen and behind that screen, was the Joker his enemy, heavily restrained.

Harvey's heart was beating rapidly. He was about to have a panic attack, he felt a tap on his shoulder then…

"AHHHH!" Harvey screamed and turned around. "Jesus Christ, could you not scare me like that?"

Harvey was staring at a blonde headed woman she wore a short dress under a white lab coat. Her hair was long and blonde.

"Mr. Dent you must be here to oversee my interview to see if the Joker is fit for trial," The blonde started, "I'm Harleen Quintzel and I'm going to be the Jokers psychiatrist, I know this is random but it's good for me to know when I interviewed him."

And there it was the horrid oh so recent memory popped into his head.

Harvey woke up bound to a chair. A bright light was glaring over his head. His lips were tapped shut. His chest tightened he could barley breathe he didn't know what was happening to him. The next thing he knew, he heard the loud cackle of the Joker's laugh.

"I rather not mention it." Harvey said, "but I will tell you this, he gave me this scar."

Harvey moved his fingers up and down the screaming red line on his cheek. Harleen gave him wide eyes and walked into the interview, without saying a word. He still stood there nervously.

And then he saw her walking down the hallway and his life changed forever.