The Wakening
It swirls around me, filling my head with unpleasant thoughts.
I can't help it either.
The colors, the lines-they're impossible to forget, to make disappear-to destroy.
What are they? Where did they come from? But more importantly…
Why do I see them?
I have no answer. I barely have a thought.
Just this…
This indescribable moment.
"H a r d l e y…"
What?
What does it say? I can barely make it out-who's there? Who is speaking?
My mouth doesn't move. My eyes won't open, won't visualize. I cannot see, or say what I want.
Why not?
Why am I restrained?
Where am I?
"H a r v e y..."
Harvey? Harvey-who is Harvey? What-why can't I see you. That voice, it's familiar. Too familiar.
"D o n' t c r y h a r v e y. "
Cry? I wasn't aware that I am about to. Crying? Me? No.
"T h en w h a t I s t h a t r u n n I n g d o w n y o u r f a c e?"
What? I can't understand you…what are you saying?
"What is running down your face, Harvey? Touch. Taste. Tell me."
I'm confused. And worried. Not because of what it tells me to do, but because of whom it calls me.
Harvey? Harvey who?
"Harvey You."
I still don't understand.
"Harvey Me."
What?
"Two of us, Harvey. Open your eyes. You'll see."
I can't. I still cannot see-and it is infuriating me, because I want to. I want to look at the face that talks to me. You're familiar. Too familiar.
"Very familiar…"
Yes. Yes you are.
Can't you tell me why? Why is this happening to me? Why is my head pounding, my body feeling cold, and my blank eyes watering?
"Because you're in pain, Harvey Dent. Lots and lots of pain."
Pain? What pain?
No…
No, no, no…
Not this.
This…pain?
My body is frozen. Like an ice cube. I can't bend my fingers, though they long to outstretch. The throbbing in my head quickens, and pounds harder than ever.
My legs ache. My arms stiff. My face burning.
Itching, oozing-bleeding?
"Yes, you are bleeding. I told you."
Bleeding? From what?
"From them…"
Them? Who are them? What are you talking about? Where am I?
"In hell, Harvey. In hell."
I…I don't want to be in hell…where…why? Tell me why I am here.
"Because of him, Harvey. All because of him."
Who?
"The man with the big smile, Dent. Think. Remember."
Big smile? You mean…the red lips, the black eyes-the white face?
"Yes."
The Joker…?
"The Joker."
This is his fault? All of it?
"Well, most of it."
Wait, what? What do you mean? Yes or no?
"No. And yes. He is not alone. Never was."
Stop. I still don't understand.
"You never did. Too clouded by regrets, by disappointments…you never saw the whole thing, Harvey. That dog tricked you, and chased after a bigger picture. So did everyone else. They used you. And look at you now."
But I can't see…
"Yes you can. Focus, go on. Focus real hard."
Okay…
I'll try.
"And when you finally see, you'll know who you are. Because we are the same. One body, two faces."
Two faces?
"Yes. Because that is what we are."
Harvey Two-Face.
A/N: I am really curious to know what you think. It is a weird POV, and strangely written, so forgive me about that. This is just blowing of creative steam, while wondering if I should actually start writing a Harvey based story. Tell me if you'd be interested.
If so, consider this one-shot to be a prologue of sorts.