Set before the capture of the justice league and the wedding special in DC's current storyline. This one's a two-fer, no pun intended.
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Why was he there?
It was a question that both sides of his personality had asked at least once during their service with the injustice league "unlimited", and it was this question that had Harvey pacing in the smoking lounge of the team's base of operation. For Two-Face it seemed as good a time as any to light up his last cigar, since no one remained in the room.
"We know we came to get the bat…" Two-Face reasoned with Harvey as they pulled out the cigar tube from his coat pocket.
They were sure to hide it were no one in the league, especially the Joker, could find it. Instead of his coin, Harvey twiddled the cutter in his scared hand as his minds dwelled deeper into the prospects.
"I know that, but that wasn't all we came for." He hesitated as he removed the cigar and cut the tip off about a half an inch from the end.
"Because we couldn't do it ourselves?"
"True, but…" They both stopped in mid thought as a strange scent crossed their nose.
Sulfer? Gunpowder! Two-Face shouted in their head as their inspected the aluminum seal.
A low growl bellowed from their throat as they read the label.
"Rube Cigar Company?!" He roared as he tossed the possibly explosive cigar against the large window.
In his rage he followed with a fist, which only caused the bulletproof glass to shake in its frame. He would kill that Joker for messing with his last cigar! One of the few indulgences he was aloud on this stupid team…and that's when their eyes spotted her.
The setting sun's light gleamed off the swamps greasy, moss cover lake onto the not so distant shore. If it weren't for her red hair, her green skin would have caused him to miss her entirely. Though it wasn't far, the glare off the window cause Harvey to cup his hands around his eyes as he pressed up against the glass to get a better look. It appeared that she was bathing off the waters that cascaded of her surrounding plant life. Which was strange since it wasn't raining, it had to be her powers…
Suddenly her eyes locking onto his caused him to pull away to make sure what he was seeing was true. After he quickly brought his breath back under control, the former district attorney pressed his face back against the window to get one more glance. As he found her again, she had a smile plastered on her face as she called the foliage around her to form a new set of clothing.
"Some sight huh?" The southern drawl to his left caught him off guard.
Harvey recovered quickly, straightened his suit coat and gave a loud huff as he pulled away from the glass and looked over at his new companion. He didn't recognize him even as he read the "Foul Play" on his jacket sleeves.
"Who you supposed to be? Mr. Terrible?" Dent asked sarcastically as the man picked up the unlit cigar and dusted it off.
"Right-O, mind if take a puff?" He questioned pat down his pockets as if looking for something.
"It's all yours," Harvey growled as he eyed the man standing before him.
They both stood in somewhat awkward silence as Dent watched Pamela's elegant form slowly fade into the swamp. The only sound between the two crooks was the soft padding of Terrible's hands as he searched his person for a light.
"I know what you're thinking…"
"We doubt it." Two-Face interrupted, but was ignored as his new companion continued.
"You both are thinking…she could never go for a guy like us, we're just…"
"And that's when we make our exit." Harvey cut in once more as he caught his coin from its descent, clean heads up.
"Sorry small fry, but this ain't no after school special." He turned and made his leave just as Mr. Terrible found his lighter.
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Once he entered his quarters, Harvey immediately removed his coat and shirt in an attempt to cool the heat growing inside him. The sight from the lounge still had him hot and bothered as it played over and over in his mind.
"She's got some legs on her…" He felt Two-Face blurt out as he sat on the edge of his bed, his hands ran through his hair in frustration.
Then his eyes caught something on his beside table, and then his nose caught a whiff of it as well. Inside a small clay pot was a colorful looking plant, it's green stem held an array of bulbs that ranged from reds to yellows.
The small white tag hung from the stem, black lettering neatly scribed read "From a friend."
Some friend…Two-Face commented in thought as her silhouette crossed the doorway behind the gangster.
"Stelis longfolia, it's an orchid." Her smooth voice seemed to just ripple through him.
If Harvey needed another reason to be apart of the injustice league, this was as good as any.
Why Mr. Terrible? Cause he's awesome like that. And hardly anybody knows who he is, so I could mold him to my will MUHAHAHA!