A/N- Once again, I was gonna give up on this story...I know-looks down in shame- But then I got this one review saying how much they loved my story and how well I captured the characters (so far, let's hope it stays that way) and it made me realize that there are people who like this story but don't review (you shoudl really review if you haven't, that would just make me smile). So a big thanks to Quillian91 for your lovely review, and of course everyone else who has reviewed/favored/alerted this story.

Another reason why I didn't update this story was because back in December I went into surgery for my jaw (after 11 years of wiating) and I was trying to adjust to my eating habits and figure out what I can and can't do...so it was a fun two months. I'm fine, and so is my jaw. I now have titanium plates and screws all along my jaw bone (my friends joke and call me Supergirl now) and I have some dead guy's tissue in my cheeks and I gave some of my tissue up for donation/research. There's my good deed...hee hee. I now have scars running all along my upper gum line, and one even stretches down the inside of my right cheek cos the stich ripped and then the skin tore and it was not fun. But I'm better and beginning my long 12-16 month recovery...yay me!

Anyways...now I'm just rambling. I think I kept you guys waiting long enought, yeah? So....enjoy!


Sick and Tired

There was always something about Doctor Joan Leland that unsettled Harvey and Two Face, they never did like her. And the fact that she was Doctor Quinzel's supervisor didn't help with the lack of fondness. From the way the older woman was looking at him, she knew it. Doctor Leland didn't really have a real reason to be checking up on him, but she said she was making sure Doctor Quinzel and him were getting along.

"I'm sure Doctor Quinzel has already told you we get along fine," Harvey sighed, leaning against the back wall of his cell. "I'm sure you know about the progress we've been making."

"I am well aware of your progress, ." Doctor Leland assured him. "I just want to check with you that your sessions with Doctor Quinzel are going as smoothly as she says they are."

"They are," he said, pushing off the wall to walk up to the plexiglass. "You don't trust her, do you?"

Two Face smirked as she took a step back at the sudden change in his voice. He loved it when he was the cause people's fear.

"You'll be having sessions twice a week now," she regained her composure, straightening the white lab coat over her clothes. "Good day, ."

"See you around, Joan." He chuckled as she walked away, Harvey's voice complaining in his head. "Oh, shut up Harvey! No one else can hear you."

'Like it matters!' Harvey argued as Two Face let out a groan of frustration.

"I just can't wait until..." he trailed off as the corridor doors burst open, Doctor Alan storming to the other end.

"This clown is gonna be the death of me!" he yelled, Doctor Arkham following him. "Who's the fucking retard that let him have a pen?!"

"Steven, you should keep it in until we get to the infirmirary." Doctor Arkham stopped his co-worker in his tracks, trying to get him to stop pulling out what looked like half of a pen case from his hand. "Pull it out now you'll bleed to death."

"When I get my hands on the jackass responsible for providing the pen..."

Two Face sat as still as he could on the cot, listening to the conversation between the two doctors. They didn't seem to notice that he was listening, or they simply didn't care that he was listening to them.

"It may be best if we take you off his case Steven," the older man began.

"No, that's just what he wants. We won't get through to him if we show that we're contributing to his 'game'." Doctor Alan cut in. "Just put him back in a straightjacket and chains, other than that we keep everything the same. I'm going to get through to him,"

Two Face watched his previous doctor stumble before he was dragged off by Doctor Arkham. A sick admiration washed over him as the image of Doctor Alan's hand, impaled by a broken pen casing, stayed in his mind. It was stunts like that that classified the Joker as Gotham's most dangerous criminal, stunts like that that earned Two Face's admiration and respect.

"You're a twisted bastard, you know that Two Face?" Harvey's voice was filled with disgust.

'Doesn't matter, I can be whatever I choose.' Two Face countered, causing Harvey to reach for the coin. 'That doesn't decide my personality, Harvey. You know that,'

The former lawyer let out a sigh before stretching out on the cot, deciding he would try to relax while he had the chance; silently arguing with Two Face.

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"After a three day search, police have the found the body of missing thirty-five year old Tyler Shedd by the docks early this morning. It has been confirmed that Shedd was a victim of Gotham's newest criminal, the Riddler." The reporter said, a few of the inmates listening to the television. "Another riddle was found with the body, but police have yet to release the contacts of the riddle."

Harvey continued to watch the black and white television, even after the report had ended. Now that bodies were being left by the Riddler, he was the talk of everyone's conversation. Harvey didn't think he was anything special, but Two Face found him interesting.

'He robs banks and leaves riddles, occasionally killing someone once he loses attention. Nothing special,' Harvey concluded, leaning back on the torn up couch.

'You're just mad that you couldn't think of anything to let Gotham know we killed someone.' Two Face countered, causing Harvey to roll his eye. 'Where everyone else sees another insane criminal, I see a genius.'

'Everyone's a genius to you,'

Harvey glared at a passing inmate, not fond of the look he was receiving. His blue eyes followed the inmate until he turned around, a smirk on Harvey's face.

'Not everyone's a genius, Harvey.' His other half continued once he had his full attention. 'Just me, the Joker, and now the Riddler. If that's everyone, then it's a small world.'

'Why don't you leave the jokes to that clown friend of yours?' Harvey sighed.

"In other news, Gotham police are still on the hunt for the Batman. Although some believe the police are letting him slide by while the Riddler roams the city, others believe they never had intentions on catching him." The reporter's voice cut Harvey and Two Face's argument short. "It's been three months since the murder of D.A. Harvey Dent, and not much effort has been put into finding his caped killer..."

Two Face glared at the television, his hand gripping the cable.

"I was watching that!" an inmate yelled as Two Face walked by.

"I hate the news," he growled.

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"Hearing about your death makes you angry?" Doctor Quinzel asked, looking at Harvey.

"Yes," he muttered.

"Because you're alive?" she remover he glasses and cleaned them, putting them back on.

"No," he shook his head, looking at his coin. "Because I lived."

There was silence following his sentence, the doctor writing down his words. He could feel Two Face's need for 'fun' rising in him, a sick little joke forming; it was obvious the Joker was corrupting Two Face.

"I could kill you," Two Face stated, twirling the coin between his fingers.

"Wh...what?" the blonde dropped her pen, her head snapping up to look at her patient.

"It wouldn't be difficult." He continued, glancing up at her. "I want to, but Harvey doesn't...so the question is, do you feel lucky?"

He watched Doctor Quinzel begin to panic as he flipped the coin, a twisted smile on his face. His fingers curled around the coin before slapping it on the back his other hand, eyes staring right at her.

"In case this doesn't come up in your favor," he got to his feet and walked behind her, lifting his hands over her head. "Anything you want to say, Doc?"

Doctor Quinzel shook her head, aware of the linking chain against her neck. Giving a small sigh, Two Face moved his hand so the coin was in his doctor's view. He let out a chuckle when the blonde let out a sigh of relief as he moved his hands and sat back down in his chair.

"Looks like it's your lucky day, Doc." He leaned back in his chair, putting the coin back in his pocket.

"I don't think you would really kill me, Two Face." She tried to make herself sound calm, but he caught the way her voice shook.

"We do whatever that coin tells us to," he replied, giving her a quick glance.

"I've been meaning to ask you," Doctor Quinzel cleared her throat. "Have you had anymore suicidal tendencies?"

"Harvey gave up on that about a month ago," Two Face shrugged, letting a yawn escape. "The coin always came up in my favor. I've just started living, Doc...I'm not ready to die just yet."

The door opened and Two Face got to his feet as the guard came in, a new guy Two Face realized. The guard made him wait for Doctor Quinzel to leave the room, a sense of annoyance taking over him.

"You don't have to..." Two Face began, stopping when the guard shut the door.

"Listen here Freak," the guard pushed him back, the edge of the table jabbing into his back. "The only reason I got moved to your case is because that fucking clown tried to kill me one too many times. And let me tell you something, I won't think twice about snapping your neck."

"What the..." he was cut off again when the guard's fist landed in his stomach.

"Pay back's a bitch." The guard laughed as he saw the expression on Harvey's face. "During your little stunt with that laughing son of a bitch, you killed a really good friend of mine."

Harvey was pushed further back into the table, a soft POP! echoing in the empty room. The guard grabbed the front of the orange jumpsuit before throwing him forwards, his shoulder slamming into the metal door. The ex-D.A. prepared himself for another hit, but the guard just opened the door and pushed him into the corridor.

The screams and yells of the rest of the asylum surrounded the two as they walked back to his cell, the guard keeping a tight grip on Harvey's shoulder. The handcuffs were removed and he was flung to the floor of the cell.

"See you later, Freak." The glass slid shut and Harvey ran to it, banging his palms against it.

It wasn't uncommon for the guards at Arkham to rough up the inmates but that was to only be used as a form of punishment, not for revenge. Although Harvey knew there were guards who abused that rule; he wasn't naïve, he knew what went on at night in the asylum. Inmates would end up with "mysterious" bruises and other small injuries, and Harvey didn't need to be told what a few of the guards would do with certain inmates.

'Aren't you glad that you have me, Harvey?' Two Face asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Shut up!" Harvey shouted, leaning against the glass as he sat down.

'Then again...he could have a sick sense of...'

"I said shut up!" his voice filled the cell, causing a few of the surrounding inmates to go quite for a second. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say, Two Face. Understand?"
He took the silence as a yes, a small sigh escaping his lips. He put his head in his hands, a sense of helplessness washing over him. Another yell was ripped from his throat as the feeling overwhelmed him. Harvey knew there was no hope for him; if he couldn't be helped all those years ago, why should he think he could be helped now? All they would do was give him medication, tell him how he can help stay in control, and tell him to continue therapy for a year or so...he'd been through it all before.

"Things are never going to change," the former lawyer whispered.

'Of course not, Harvey.' Two Face sneered. 'The sooner you accept that, the sooner things will get easier for us.'

The sad thing was, Harvey knew it was true.