They don't want him here.
The Gotham City Police Department is brightly lit, a flurry of activity. Files, computers, voices on every side. Harvey follows Gordon in. Conversations pause as he walks past. Whenever he glances up he finds someone looking at him, someone turning away.
As DA, opinions had been polarized. Harvey Dent might have been an honest attorney doing his best or he might have been a liar, a crook, a political scumbag who'd turn traitor at a moment's notice. As Two-Face things were so much more simple.
In his mind guns go off again, again. He slits a thousand throats beneath his fingers, blood seeping with flesh rippling upward. Bomb counters wind down, explosions flare, people shriek and beg and double-headed liberty falls into his grasp. He laughs in the light of sirens and opens fire bringing death to friends and enemies and strangers and officers and nobody at all. Harvey Two-Faced Harvey turncoat Harvey the avatar of chance and life and death and everything Harvey—
"Harvey."
The commissioner is facing him, gripping his shoulders, expression serious or concerned or wary. The room is silent.
Shadows stretch, flicker, retract. Harvey tries to breathe and the world tilts.
'I need…I need to sit," he manages. There is a hand at his hip and he finds himself escorted, stumbling, through a doorway. His legs buckle, there is a chair beneath him and his skull is spinning with divine contradictions and opposing forces of all things precious or obscene and Gordon's palm is on his back, leaning him forward.
"Head between your knees," Jim says, the commissioner says, gruffly, and Harvey listens because he can't not listen, he has no choice, he's gasping and shaking violently oh god god of chance god of nothing god of the world…
Harvey heaves and can't even make himself sick.
"What's going on?" asks Gordon, "Harvey."
He can't answer for some time, wonders if they're still watching him, can't hear murmurs for white noise between his ears.
Eventually, he says "S-sorry. Sorry. I think…I should talk. Talk to him."
Along his spine, Gordon's hand clenches.
"Are you going to be able to do this?"
Harvey nods, doesn't sit up. "Y-yeah. Yeah. I should just…talk to him."
There is a sigh.
"I'm sending you home. For now. As far as he's concerned, I'll see what I can do."
