The sky was blood red, illuminated by occasional flashes of lightening. The rain on his back was hard, punishing. He was running, running, desperately trying to find shelter.
"Harvey," a voice called out.
He turned and saw Grace, standing under a calm, blue sky with her arms outstretched.
Heart pounding, he ran towards those arms. "Grace!"
He was ready to grab her, to hold her and be held by her forever. But the lightening flashed, and Grace's welcoming expression turned to one of horror.
"Stay away from me!" she yelled, putting her hands in front of her eyes.
"Grace, what-"
"Go away. You're a monster."
Suddenly, Grace transformed into a giant coin, and he could see his face reflected in the smooth, shiny surface. Both sides were distorted, marred beyond human recognition.
The coin began to call his name in a high, ear-grating voice, "Two Face. Two Face."
Someone was shaking him by the shoulder. "Two Face. Hey, Two Face!"
He Harley was standing beside his bed. A flash of lightening illuminated her, and he could see the concerned look on her face.
"You okay, Two-fers?"
He put his hand to the right side of his face (still smooth and unscarred) and found that a tear was there. He wiped it away.
"None of your freakin' business, Quinn!" he snarled, trying to sound like an intimidating villian and not like some crybaby who still dreamed about a woman he could never have. "What the heck are you doing in here anyway? Haven't you ever heard of a little thing called 'privacy?'"
Harley bit her lip and looked down at the floor. "I was lonely and. . .and I wondered if I could come in with you."
Well, that was the most dumb-ass thing he'd ever heard. He was an organized crime boss with a face that was half-charred off and an infamous temper. His name was feared throughout the underworld. And Harley Quinn thought she could just climb into bed with him? Like he was some sort of teddy bear?
Harley was already lifting up the rumpled covers and swinging a leg over the bed.
"What are you doing?"
She put the other leg into bed and pulled the covers over herself. Then she lay down next to Two Face and wrapped her arms around him, putting her head against his chest.
She sighed. "That's much better. Isn't it, Two Face?"
He wanted to tell her that she was out of her freakin' mind. He wanted to shove her crazy ass back onto the floor. Then it hit him: a woman was coming to him willingly. Willingly putting her arms around him. A woman who didn't think he was a freak or a monster. A woman who wasn't afraid of the ugliness.
Harvey's voice went off in the back of his head. We shouldn't be doing this. We're taking advantage of her.
Screw that! What about us? What do you think Joker'll do to us if he finds out about this? Or Ivy? Replied Two Face.
In short, both sides of Harvey Dent knew that cuddling up with Harley Quinn for the night was a really bad idea.
But she was so soft.
So warm.
And she fit so perfectly in his arms.
And now the Harvey side of Two Face's personality took over, snuggling Harley closer and breathing in the scent of her hair.
It's funny. If I close my eyes, she could almost be Grace.
Harley's squeaky voice interrupted his thoughts. "Thanks for letting me come in, Two Face. Mistah J doesn't really like it when I do this, but a girl's gotta have some affection sometimes, you know."
Are you kidding? The Joker could have this any time he wants and he turns her down?
"If you were my girl, Harley, I'd hold you all the time. And I'd never hurt you."
Didn't that son of a bitch understand how lucky he was? He had a woman who truly loved him, who followed him into his madness with a smile on his face. And he treated her like garbage.
"Aw. You're really sweet, Two Face. That is, when you're not pointing a .22 in my face."
Harvey laughed- the first real laugh he'd had in a long time. "Call me Harvey, Harley, just for tonight."
"Harvey," she whispered. "That's a nice name." She pressed her face into his chest.
Harvey rested his chin on the top of her head and slowly drifted back to sleep, listening to the rain.