The wind blew anything but softly into the office and the papers began to rustle about and take flight into the stale air of books and legal procedures that made up the days of Harvey Dent. As the papers glided calmly to the floor Dent stood up to catch it, only missing it by a mere fraction of an inch and in his hasty effort caused a gust of wind that sent the paper floating wildly in a different direction. Dent watched it as it made a landing that was worthy of some kind of long winded poem and then paused briefly to listen to what the person on the phone, which he kept pressed between his ear and shoulder, was saying.
"I understand no one wants to go to jail for life…" Dent said as he kneeled down to pick the paper up. "…but my job as a prosecutor is to prosecute. Perhaps next time your client should reconsider being a fanatical murderer." Dent finished as he put the paper back on his desk and heavily put the paper weight down.
He was the best, this was one of the many calls he got a week from the defense lawyer of a client begging for some kind of plea bargain or settlement. Dent never did so, it wasn't his style he'd much rather win in court than lose outside of it. Dent had 'fame' to a degree, his name was loved by plaintiffs and loathed by criminals and defendants, whether they were innocent or guilty. Dent was the only person who could convince a jury that an innocent man was the devil. It wasn't so much abut who was guilty and who was not but rather if you could prove anyone to be either or and Dent knew he could, it was his talent, his skill, his forte.
Aside from that he was perhaps one of the most handsome men in Gotham, quite possibly even in the country. This was his third year being in the Gotham Times' "Best looking professional men" and his second year at number one. The first year he was offended by being beat out by Lex Luthor at number two and of course Bruce Wayne at number one. Wayne didn't bother him, he was a good looking man, no one could deny that plus he had one of the most beautiful women by his side: Selena Kyle and he was very rich but Lex Luthor? That bald headed egotistical warlord, how could he lose to him?
It didn't matter now, Dent was number one and he was pretty proud of it, he knew he was a good looking guy. He'd swear by it and even bet his career on it. Dent didn't consider himself a narcissist but he was confident in his looks, and why shouldn't he be?
"Well let's be serious he maimed twenty seven people and killed fourteen…" Dent said into the phone sitting back down. "…and using the name "Killer Croc" he should be very happy he's not being considered for Arkum Asylum." Dent leaned back in his chair and yawned silently in his own boredom. "…yeah, yeah, get back to me." Harvey Dent put the phone on the receiver.
His secretary came in and looked at him for a moment, she wasn't ugly but she also wasn't better looking than Dent and he knew it so he never teased her like he usually would. She put the mail down on his desk and he watched her behind as it left the office. Dent then turned to the mail and flipped through it until a small card with handwritten letters caught his eye. The heading caught his eye the most though. It read: "Dear Mr. Dent, My name is Batman and I would like a word or two with you."
