Ellie and Dent continued to stare at each other. Finally, he spoke, "You're going to tell me what I want to know whether you like it or not." Ellie grinned at him, "I can see that you're a man that likes to get right down to business. No sugar-coating anything with you. I bet Rachel likes that, doesn't she?"

Rachel Dawes. The assistant DA. Someone Ellie had also seen on T.V. Ellie could only guess that Dent and Dawes had something going on between the two of them. But Dent's next actions told Ellie everything she needed to know about the matter.

He slammed his hands down on the table in front of him, his face turned a slight shade of red form the anger that was already starting to boil. "I'm not going to play games with you." "I didn't know we were. But if you'd like to Mr. Dent, I enjoy Monopoly, Clue, Twister..." She said mockingly. Once again, Harvey's temper was shown as he violently shoved the table out of the way and got right in Ellie's face.

"I have enough evidence against you to put you away for multiple life sentences; so it would be wise on your part to cooperate with me." His voice had turned venomous and his eyes narrowed, but Ellie was far from being intimidated by him. He couldn't do anything to her. Not here. Not when several detectives were probably watching through the two-way mirror that was standard in any police station interrogation room. He had a name to protect, and as DA, he wouldn't risk tarnishing it. But it didn't hurt for Ellie to try and push him to the edge.

"I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to the criminal justice system...I never get that far in the conviction process to actually really learn anything." She smirked at this, knowing that because she had always escaped before she could even get sent to county, it would probably piss off the golden boy Dent. She continued, "Anywho, I had a question. Why is it that people can get 'multiple life sentences?' I mean, are some criminals like cats? They've got 9 lives or something? OR is it that politicians, lawyers, judges...defense attorneys...are too stupid to realize that something like that makes absolutely no sense?"

Harvey stood straight up, looking away. His hand was rubbing his forehead as if trying to stay as calm as possible and refrain from hitting her.

After a minute or so, Harvey looked at her, his voice was almost shaking as he tried to keep his anger under control, "Are you working for the Joker?" Ellie shrugged like she had done to Gordon, "Anything is possible. But since I told Gordon, I think it's only fair that I tell you too. So no, I'm not anymore. But I'm not telling you where he's at either, so save your breath."

"If you're not working for him, then why are you protecting him? He's not going to come for you. He has no reason to." Ellie knew that Dent had no idea whether or not the Joker would come for her, but like Ellie, Dent liked to make inferences. "I don't expect him to come." Ellie replied, narrowing her eyes slightly at him.

Harvey stared at her, thinking of something that he could use to make her talk. He seemed deep in thought as he looked her over. His eyes then moved to her arm. He half-smirked as he moved closer. "Or could it be that you are in fact not working for him like you used to because instead you now provide him with other 'services?'" He was now standing at her side, eyeing the 'Joker' carving on her arm. "Was this his way of marking you as his property?"

This actually surprised Ellie. She didn't think he'd hit her with such a low blow as that statement. It had actually touched a nerve in her. The fact that he thought he knew everything truly pissed her off. Not to mention his widening smirk because he knew that he had finally gotten to her.

She was now glaring at him. Her previous smirk was long gone. "I'm not going to tell you shit, so why don't you run along and go fuck Rachel Dawes while she's still around." She said coldly.

Much to Ellie's satisfaction, her comment wiped the smirk off of Dent's face exactly like he had done to her moments before. "What do you mean by that??" His voice had turned to ice. "What do I mean by what?" She asked, her voice had turned back to its normal smart ass tone. "What do you mean by 'while she's still around?'"

"Oh! Well I just thought that since you're the new District Attorney, all of Gotham's criminals would probably want to hit ya where it hurts the most. So, it won't be too long before they find, kidnap, and kill your...lover." She said, sounding disgusted by the word 'lover.'

"Are you making a death threat against the assistant DA Rachel Dawes?" He asked in his courtroom, business-like voice. At least that's what it sounded like to Ellie. It was funny. He never actually fully admitted to having a relationship with Rachel. Probably to keep it on the 'DL.' Well it was too late for him to be cautious now. "I'm not making any threats against her. I don't make threats unless I can back them up, and it doesn't look like I can kill her while I'm sitting her in your jail, now does it? But what I am saying is that they won't make any threats. They'll go straight to taking action. If I were you, I wouldn't let your girlfriend out of your sight." She was trying to psych him out, and it seemed to be working. Once again, Ellie had gained control of the conversation.

She noticed the side of Harvey's lip twitch. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when the door flew open. There stood Gordon, looking livid. "What are you doing here?? I didn't call for you!" He said furiously, looking at Harvey.

"Excuse me Gordon, but I am the District Attorney, and I have the right to interrogate any suspect that I want." It was clear that there was much tension between the two men. Most likely due to their giant egos. A perfect opportunity for Ellie: "Am I done here? I really don't feel like listening to your little lovers quarrel. I don't think Rachel would like that too much Harvey if she knew that you and Gordon were..." She stopped there, but raised her eyebrows dramatically as both men looked at her. Harvey's face contorted with fury.

He looked back at Gordon and said, "Fine. Bring him in. I don't care anymore." With that, Harvey left the room, slamming the door behind him. Ellie started laughing, "He's SO fun to mess with! God, that guy can't take a joke." Gordon looked at her disapprovingly before also leaving the room.

Ellie sat alone once more, this time, literally twiddling her thumbs out of boredom. Moments later, the door opened. This time it wasn't Gordon nor Dent. Ah, so Harvey wasn't the man that Gordon had tried to threaten her with. It was the man that stood in the doorway. The Dark Knight himself.

Ellie stared at him, a little confused. Since when did they have Batman start doing interrogations? But Ellie had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to pull off many smart remarks with him like she had done to Gordon and Dent.

Batman walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. He stopped a few feet away from Ellie and looked down at her. "Where is he??" He said, his voice was overly deep. It was obvious that whoever Batman really was, it wasn't his normal voice, but a small disguise to hide his true identity.

"Where's who?" Ellie said, playing the 'stupid act' with him. To Ellie's surprise, Batman roughly grabbed the front of her shirt, "Where's the Joker!?" She stared at him, a cocky expression now spread over her face. "What'd you gonna do? You can't hit a lady..."

Once again, Batman shocked her with his actions, but this time, he lifted her out of her chair and threw her against the wall, pinning her there, "You're not a lady. You're scum. Just like the rest of them. Now, I'm going to give you one more chance: Where's the Joker?!" Ellie's feet were dangling off the ground as Batman held onto the front of her shirt with both hands, his face inches away from hers.

Ellie stared at the masked man, and then spat in his face. She was thrown to the floor as Batman wiped his face with his hand.

She felt a sharp pain in her ribs as Batman kicked her. "Where is he!?" She looked up at him, her breathing had quickened due to the kick. "You know, you're just like him... Just like the Joker...Some hero you are." She watched his as he clenched his fists. He quickly picked her up once more, throwing her against another wall. Her back ached, and she winced slightly, but otherwise held in any pain she felt. After all, she had felt worse. Batman then brought her forward a bit, and then slammed her back against the wall again.

He repeated this maneuver several times until she finally let out a small gasp of pain. Her vision started going a little fuzzy due to her head being slammed repeatedly onto the wall.

"Tell me where he is!" He raised his fist, but was interrupted from a voice coming from the doorway. "Gordon would like me to take her back to her cell now." Ellie managed to look over to the doorway. There stood another officer she had never seen before. He wore the standard blue police uniform, and one of those goofy looking police hats which covered most of his hair. His eyes were dark, but otherwise was somewhat handsome. The name on his badge read 'Officer Wilson.' Ellie stared at it, confused. This wasn't the same Wilson that she had seen earlier, but she just shrugged it off, thinking that Wilson was a common name, and it was most likely that there was more than one Officer Wilson.

Batman reluctantly let her go, letting Ellie fall to the ground. He left the room, clearly irritated by the interruption.

Wilson came over to her, grabbing her arm roughly and lifting her to her feet. "Let's go sweetcheeks." Ellie's attention was quickly turned to him. Only one person ever called her that name... The 'Officer' dragged her along, back to the cell, neither one of them speaking.

She was then thrown into her cell, and she heard the cell door shut behind her. Looking over at 'Officer Wilson,' she saw him give her a grin and a quick wink before walking off, whistling loudly.

He had come for her...but why'd he put her back in the cell? He wouldn't try to get her hopes up and then watch them shatter by just leaving her there, would he? 'Of course he would...he's the Joker...' Ellie thought to herself. But another part of her was kind of glad that he had left her there. At least she was somewhat safe inside her jail cell...safe from him.

The rest of the day, she hadn't seen anymore of Gordon, Dent, or 'Wilson.' Nightfall came and Ellie watched most of the officers leave to go home. She then overheard two of the remaining officers talking to each other, "No, you can go home. The rookie Wilson offered to take care of the night shift." Ellie froze. He hadn't left her, he had just been waiting.

She watched both officers leave, one locking the entrance doors as he left. As soon as the two of them were out of sight, Ellie heard the sound of sick laughter fill the room...his laughter...



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