"So be it then. Take the Batman into custody." Harvey sighed tiredly.

Harvey exited his office, exhausted by a long day. But now it was night. About midnight, he supposed. Two young women talked and walked together down the empty streets.

"Batman is SOOOOO hot," one of them said.

"Yeah," the other one agreed. "I totally wish, ya know, that he… he… he would…"

Both of them burst into giggles. They must be on crack, Harvey thought to himself. For a moment he considered going up to them and arresting them.

"Oh my gosh, though, his body! So muscular! He must work out!"

Who was Batman? Why was he so popular? Harvey wondered, flexing his arm and examining his own muscle.

Harvey attempted to conceal his smirk. "Very well. I am the Batman." Mwahahahaha, he laughed evilly to himself. This was gonna be great!

"Yeah, but you can't go to the gym for a face like that." The other girl reminded her companion.

"Batman doesn't have a face, stupid."

"He has a mask. Besides, his face isn't fat. I can tell. And he has a good nose."

One of the girls stopped and gave her friend a queer look.

"What?"

"...Nothing."

Suddenly a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around each of the girls. Looking up in surprise, they found that they saw none other than Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne. Billionaire playboy. "Would you two good-looking girls care to join me tonight?" Bruce asked in his deep, masculine voice.

Harvey glared.

The two girls looked at each other, looking about the same as Harvey himself felt. He smirked. Good. At least some girls in this town had some sense. And taste.

"Yeah." They said simultaneously.

Harvey could've sworn he heard one of them say "To hell with Batman," and Wayne smile. The three turned around, Wayne's arms still around the two girls, and walked down the street in the opposite direction.

...Or not. Oh no! No! Harvey stared after them incredulously. That… jerk! That billionaire asshole jerk!

"Excuse me, sir?" a voice said behind him. Harvey turned around and eyed the pretty girl he now beheld, flashing her a charming smile.

"I know you're Harvey Dent, and all, but could you get out of the way? Please?"

Harvey stepped aside, stunned. He watched dumbly as she jogged past him, brightened considerably as she recognized the back of Gotham's Prizeboy Praised Playboy retreating down the street (because everybody recognized Bruce Wayne, especially the ladies) and ran after him, hollering "Hey BRUCE!!!!!!!!! Ooo, Batman!" She stopped momentarily, admiring something in a shop window.

Bruce turned around, smiled when he saw the woman, and wagged his finger at her as she shrugged, tore her eyes away from the window, and ran to catch up.

Harvey stared stupidly after them.

Harvey growled at people he didn't even know who were currently locking him into handcuffs, wanting to bang his head repeatedly on the microphone and then blow his brains out with a nucleur bomb. He may be Batman now, but he could never be one thing that was better… Bruce Wayne. The stupid asshole.