Commissioner James W. Gordon. I am the commissioner of the leading crime rate city: Gotham City. Despite all deaths, bank robberies, rapes, prostitutions, drug and human trafficking, kidnappings, freak attacks, I find myself intact in this city of chaos and turmoil. This is Gotham, leading city of the crime rate of America, filled with the souls of the corrupt. Not enough good guys. I'm one of the few; my target tonight is one of the opposition; one of the corrupt. My enemy tonight was once my friend. My partner for the search of justice a few years back when you could say that you believe and trust in another man. And I believed in Harvey Dent who was once the District Attorney of Gotham City. Handsome Harv, The Golden Boy Apollo, Locker of the Criminals were his identities. Now he's Two-Face, distorted criminal of Gotham, one of the leading criminals of the city. My city.

And tonight he's got me racing through the streets, sirens blaring as he holds a man to his death; a leading mobster by the name of Jacob Roswell. I must stop him before he commits another crime that's added into his continuing pile of records of crimes and murders.

I hope I get there in time. I hope he gets there in time. The Dark Knight of Gotham. The Batman. My partner; my friend. I believe in the Batman. He can save Gotham City. My city.

Batman. The Dark Knight. I am the protector of Gotham City. For years now I've swore to strike fear into the hearts of the criminals ruling the streets of my city. And for years I've been successful. Each night I'm stalking these streets as criminals turn this city into a playground of crimes and deaths. Sleazy criminals who add to the crimes rates of Gotham. The Joker; The Penguin, Scarecrow, The Riddler, Poison Ivy, and tonight: Two-Face. Two-Face, once known as Harvey Dent, District Attorney. My partner; my best friend. Bruce Wayne's best friend; Batman's partner. All it took was a mobster's flick of his wrist and a batch of acid into Harvey's face to turn him into one of my leading enemies of Gotham. And until this day he is still one of my enemies. My troubled enemy. My friend.

Tonight he holds Jacob Roswell to his death on top of a clock tower. Roswell, Two-Face's leading rival for control of Gotham. He's helpless against Two-Face. And tonight I must save Two-Face from committing another crime, from losing another touch of his humanity. I refuse to give up on Harvey. I refuse to let Roswell die. For years I've been successful. Tonight I'll be successful for Harvey, and for my city.

Two-Face. The judge, jury, and executioner of Gotham City. My city. I walk atop of this clock tower waiting for the minute hand to touch the surface of the 12 to strike the clock into two o'clock. The jury is in my hand, contemplating its decision as its being flipped into my hand for the two o'clock to come for the final answer.

The defendant is Jacob Roswell and I've had enough of him in my city. Snatching deals from me, killing my men, there's only enough a man can take. I am looking at him now as he's hung upside-down with only a rope holding his legs from a lead pipe of this building. Sweat is bleeding from his head as his mouth is muffled shut from a cloth. It's been a while now and he's finally figured out that complaining will get him nowhere.

This is what he gets for attempting to go against me in my city. I am the true law in this city, and tonight I will have justice. Jacob Roswell has had affairs in my comings for a year now, for far too long. Just one more minute and he will finally be trialed. All it takes if for the flip of my coin. 1:59 is what the clock tower says. I take my silver dollar and flip it into the air. I watch as it seems like an eternity for the coin to finally come down. This is it, the jury's final decision.

"Harvey, stop!"

I turn around to see the Dark Knight rushing towards me. The coin drops to the ground as I pull out my pistol and point it at the Caped Crusader. This costumed fiend has been a pest in all of my affairs, longer than Jacob Roswell. And tonight he isn't going to stop me.

"Not one step, Batman," I say as I point the gun at him. "This doesn't concern you. I will settle with you later."

"No, Harvey. Enough of this. Let Roswell go," he tells me in that deep voice of his. He's serious and intact, but I still sense worry and anxiety in his voice.

"It is time for his trail, dammit!"

"You claim to be the man of the law, Harvey. Then be the man of the law. You're just as bad as Roswell is if you continue this. Let him go."

I begin to place my hand down as they quiver. Maybe he's right. Maybe I am just as bad as the defendant Jacob Roswell. This is just another crime in the making. A crime added into my records. I look at the Batman as he begins to walk towards me. He walks towards me as a concerned friend. I've never been a friend to him, 'till this day I still do not understand his purpose of helping me.

"It's over, Harvey."

Harvey. That's who he sees me as. All these years I've never heard him call me Two-Face. My true identity. Harvey Dent is someone else; I am Two-Face tonight. And with this gun clenched in my hand, I am still Two-Face. No sign of Harvey Dent as I take a peak at the coin the landed on the ground. A smile hit my face: Bad Heads! My kind of day.

I quickly turn around as I hear Batman scream "No." I run towards the hanging Roswell as I point my gun at him for the shot; the execution. He bellows in fear because he knows what's coming. He felt it coming at the bottom of his gut. This is what happens when you mess with Two-Face; when you're in my city.

I fit the floor hard with Batman's weight on my back, but that doesn't stop me. My finger pulls the trigger as my hand pulls back from the force. I'm not able to see if the shot made its way into Roswell, but suddenly Batman is off of me and racing to the edge of the building as he leaps off. I look at the lead pipe that held Roswell and see that he's no longer there. I smile at my lucky shot. I wasn't able to shoot him dead, but the bullet hit the rope, causing him to plunge to his death. Even better for me, if I do say so myself.

Good job, Harvey.

Thank you, Two-Face.

Suddenly a door bursts open as the G.C.P.D. fill the roof with guns in their hands, lead by Commissioner James Gordon, all pointing at me.

"Enough, Harvey, this is it. Hands in the air!" Gordon tells me.

I look into his eyes, he returns the favor. Jimbo Gordon, my old partner. I still wonder if he's still my friend.

The wind is beating up against me as I drop down this building to catch Roswell. He's falling fast as I place my body into a stiff and straight position to slide through the wind and allow myself to catch up to Roswell. If not for Harvey's choice of the clock tower, Roswell would have probably been dead already because of this long drop.

I finally reach Roswell as I grab his waist and quickly grab my grappling hook. I tilt my body sideways as I point the grapnel up and press the trigger. I've always had faith in this hook as it's always able to find a wall and penetrate into it as it does tonight.

The hook abruptly stops us in the air as I check up on Roswell to see how he is: Unconscious. He fainted either just now or from the fall. But he is still alive.

I lower myself to the street as G.C.P.D. rush to me and grab Roswell from me. I look up at the towering building and see Gordon looking down at me. He gives me a thumbs-up as I turn around and begin to walk away. Tonight I have been successful in stopping Harvey. Just like how I am usually always successful in stopping chaos in my city, Gotham.