First batman fic so reviews are greatly appreciated.
Summary: Most serial criminals don't like being blamed for crimes they didn't commit, even mentally insane ones. Two Face looks for those who framed him in the murders of four fellow villains, and reunites with some "friends" along the way.
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The basement of the Stacked Deck nightclub had obviously not been used in long while due to the fact that Harvey could smell the damp mold spreading over what looked like some uniforms that the joker's men might have worn. A soft, but steady, bump, bump, bump of the muted bass from the juke box on the upstairs dance floor slash bar slowly leaked through the floor into Dent's ears as the man shifted positions in the moth eaten love seat. Two Face crossed his left leg over his right as this hands came together on the dark in front of his face, his infamous coin nestled in between his palms as the man sank deeper into thought.
'Come on Harv…we haven't slept in three days, and I'm getting anxious…' The rough, horse voice in his head spoke as his left hand reached for the double barrel revolver under his coat.
"Cool it tough guy…" Dent cursed as he retook control of his arm and began running his fingers down along the cuts and grooves of the scared left of his face.
He then looked over his surroundings for about the seventh time. The Joker did a hell of a job the last time he was there; in fact the place kind of looked like an old, run down fun house. There was even a banner left in shreds above that red "Welcome Home Puddin," probably something left by Harley Quinn the last time the "Mr.J" escaped Arkham. His own suit was beginning to smell from the old hide out, half of it black with thin whit pin stripes while the other had a tiger skin pattern of black and white.
"Question…why didn't you take out the bat when you had the chance?" Two Face asked aloud this time.
"The real question is…why didn't you?" Harvey retorted to himself.
"You were the one in control at the time."
Theses arguments never got them anywhere, and were usually the reason they were always caught. They both just shook their head simultaneously, which basically meant they would have to agree to disagree. Dent did notice something about his alter ego; ever since he came back Two Face has been more…"mature" for lack of a better word.
"You know…I don't like the fact that I'm getting blamed for most of stuff we do…" Two Face tried desperately to change the subject.
"Well we didn't commit those murders did we?"
Harvey asked Two Face in an honest fashion, they both knew what murders were under question. When Batman returned four villains were found dead, all shot in the head with a double barrel pistol much like Dent's. Orca, Magpie, KGBeast and The Ventriloquist were all killed in different fashions, but all died from the double bullet holes in their skulls. Two Face just laughed at his own question and flipped his coin unconsciously.
"Well Harv, I can tell you that I don't remember killing them, so no…I'd say we didn't."
"How bout we find whoever did this to us?" Dent offered hoping that his two halves could work together for once.
There was a long silence in his head before Harvey's left hand suddenly grabbed the coin from his right a flicked it into the air. The metal coin came down in his hand and the gloved digits closed before the result was shown. Two Face slowly unraveled his fingers as the result forced a slow grin on the scared side of his face.
"You know what I'm gunna do to the bastard when I find him?"
"I don't want to know…"
"Yeah you do…"The feeling of something rubbing against their shins interrupted the conversation between them. Harvey looked down to see a black and white tabby slowly moved between his legs, a purr beginning to vibrate from the creature's throat. Two Face looked to the shadows, half hoping Catwoman to make her grand entrance and make some cat based pun. But there was no sultry silhouette, no leather clad vixen just a cat looking for company. Dent looked about the room as if there where someone there to see him before picking up the cat in his arms and setting it on his lap.
"You lost just like us?" Harvey asked the creature as he scratched it's ear.
'You're pathetic you know that?' Two Face growled in thought."You're annoying, you know that?" Harvey retorted looking back down at the cat to notice something around the animals collar.
Dent reached down and removed a small slip of paper that looked like it fit in a fortune cookie. The darkness if the room made the former district attorney squint to read the one side of the paper.
"Answer the Question…" He read aloud to the dark.
As I said its my first batman story so feed back would be great…Please R&R.