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Two Heads About Everything

Chapter Ten: Trying Not to Complicate Things

Two-Face spent an ample amount of time with his dual-moralized, right hand woman. He and she had meals at her restaurant, which had been refurbished and cleaned since Burgundy's absence. He was pronounced dead, on account that his body was no where to be found. They plotted and schemed equally. It was the night of the heist, when they were going to burglarize the bank. Chance had motioned for Two-Face to come with her into restaurant. She nonchalantly strode behind the kitchen counter where once her reckless agent had perched herself. Chance glanced solemnly at the spot where Ace had stood, then turned to Two-Face, who merely gazed at her.

"Sit." Chance suggested with a wave of her hand. "I figure I'd let you in on what I have been doing for the last two hours."

"Then why did you drive me here?" he said in his gruff voice, indicating the restaurant with his hand that held his half-dollar coin.

"I'm making you dinner." Chance told him with a smile on her face.

Two-Face shrugged then sat down at one of the square diner tables. He pulled his chair, turned it backwards, and sat down in it, fully-bodily facing Chance. His right side of his face gazed at her with interest as she momentarily left her eyes from him to look at the empty space beside her. Ace had threatened Burgundy from leaving the room. Chance smiled fondly. Indeed, she missed her best friend...A pause made her come back to reality. Chance cleared her throat and searched for vegetables and herbs, finding them scattered across the kitchen counter where the last shift had retired for the evening, hearing that their new manager was coming in the evening.

Chance chuckled. They had panicked and left the kitchen a mess.

"Are you going to tell me what you been doing behind my back?" said Two-Face.

"Not behind your back, Harv," said Chance. "I got help. Because despite the craziness tonight, there will still be police officers around the bank. You can be sure about that."

"And I'm guessing you've got some plans in mind." Two-Face stated dryly.

As Chance started to chop up the ingredients, she continued, time to time meeting his eyes,

"I called a former of mine. He has good men. I asked him to send some of his marksman our way. The former is an old mob boss that Ace and I used to work for; before we went solo." Chance added at her partner's inquiring look. "I asked him to bring back up in case the Batman showed up. Which he will," she added smoothly. "And you can also be sure that other class of criminals will be trying to take the vault as well."

"Ah, expecting every attack tonight apparently. I should have known your paranoia would cost us a grand," Two-Face remarked to her. "How much are we talking here? The back up plan can't have come free."

Chance pulled a pot from underneath the sink. She put it on the burning stove and turned the dial to high. With a small smile, she glanced at Two-Face.

"I made a deal with them," she said.

"What kind of deal? You gave them a promise." Two-Face said glumly. "I know your modus operandi by now, Chance. You can't help but to follow through when you promise something."

"I didn't promise anything." Chance said boldly. "I merely told them that whenever they need a relatively small favor, I would do what I could to assist. They graciously accepted my word."

"And who is this boss that you have allied us with?" said Two-Face curiously.

Chance gave him a look.

"You don't think that I have both our interests at heart, it's understandable." Chance stated off-handedly, sensing a lack of trust on his side. "I once was questioned when Ace and I worked together. She seemed to only instill her security with the likes of partnership; she didn't like outsiders, so odds are, she always had traps set for intruders...Good old Ace..." Chance muttered, slightly crestfallen. She glanced at her partner, who by the look on his good side, sensed her loss and merely frowned at her. Chance continued on with a hardened tone, "You and I have been developed that partnership, Harv. We've always looked out for the other since day one. I don't understand why you still suspect that I'm going to stab you in the back," she took a knife and threw it in the sink. Chance leaned against the counter. "It's not in me to go against my word."

"I think you're missing your rambunctious comrade," said Two-Face. "Perhaps you'd like to see her, hm? You're awfully distracted."

"I'm missing her because she's my best friend. I haven't seen her since we decided to fall out."

"I hope that's not going to complicate your function at the heist. Chance, tell me who this boss is. Who is he? I'd like to know."

Chance continued to make the stew as she spoke calmly.

"Salvatore..." She paused. "Maroni."

"Maroni?" said Two-Face venemously. "You realize..."

"That he made you who you are, I know," said Chance patiently. "But when Maroni and I worked together, we agreed on the same beliefs. We agreed, when Ace and I handed him our resignations, that if one of us needed some help, we'd reciprocate the offer. Maroni and I had a past relationship, so it makes him sympathetic to my cause. You still think he holds some ill will toward you when you prosecuted him as D.A?"

Two-Face was in her face in a minute. She merely met his bulging eyes with a morose disposition, unafraid of his usual upcoming tantrum. Two-Face said angrily,

"How could you ally yourself with such a traitorous slime?"

"We're diplomats in the underworld, Harvey," said Chance sweetly. "Neither of us complicate the code of the honor with thieves. Maroni and I agreed long ago that since we were an item whilst working together, no hard feelings would get in the way of favors. Ace, too, even though she's a bit...rambuncitous...honors that code."

"Diplomats among thieves..." Two-Face muttered coldly. "You've no idea how some of these criminals are like..."

With that, he sat in his table flipping his coin the entire time.

The Joker had dismissed Harley Quinn to let her go prancing to find the remnants of the Joker Gang that hadn't been flushed out by Ace's booby traps. Of course, since Harley was out of town, Ace had trotted off to the funhouse on her fairgrounds, having new-found amusement with the mirror room. Around her were the distorted images of her person, some tall, some short, some thin, some fat, and other appearances that looked like a combination of all four. Ace glanced around her. Then she heard that familiar laugh. In the house of mirrors, Ace turned and turned to find the image of Joker, but she was perplexed when she small only one of him in the twenty two images of Ace.

"You don't remember that I used to house myself in this fun house," said Joker.

Ace stepped forward, a mirror in her way. Joker was behind her in the mirror. She turned her head over her left shoulder. Now he was in front of her, but his full form was not in the room. How confusing!

"Joker, this is crazy," said Ace, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"What, you can slaughter a whole fleet of guards, but how come you can't catch me?" he said in a low voice. Ace turned a 360 degree, but now Joker could only be heard, not seen. His voice was in her head, it felt like.

"You and I need to talk," said Joker in the air.

"Could it be perhaps one on one?" she muttered, circling to find his face.

She turned and turned, then when Ace had finally started to give up, she looked to her left; Joker appeared in her face, in the room with her, and it startled her. She fell to the floor at his feet, withdrew a pistol on instinct and pulled the trigger. Joker simply dodged it with effort; the bullet hit the mirrors around her. The shards of glass shattered about the room. Then Ace smirked slightly as she saw that one of the mirrors had been a door itself, a one way door. She looked at Joker who merely gave her a smile.

"As I said," he continued, "We need to talk."

Ace and Joker went into the tent of psychics. Joker felt for the light within the tent. A small lamp lit up above them.

"This scheme is particularly amusing, what fun we'll have," said Joker. "However, Ace, I want you to be on your guard."

"What, you want me to actually pay attention?" said Ace critically.

"Well, not in a way that kills your fun, never. But I do know that there's quite a bit of a load in that bank, and it's not just us who want that money in it. We have to be careful. Penguin is sure to sniff this one out, and if I'm right, it won't be surprising when Two-Face comes around."

"He's been on that moral streak for a while, though. What are the chances that he's going to be there tonight?" questioned Ace.

"The same number of chances that always exist when he's there: two." Joker remarked, withdrawing a coin from hammer space. "You're irreparably valuable to me, though," he told Ace as he pocketed the coin. "I can't have you getting your jollies out and be killed because, what with your dress style, as is mine, we are recognizable." Joker chuckled. "So, I want you to hide your face."

"And your little jester?" inquired Ace icily.

"Harley will be with me most of the time, though if they catch her, who am I to stop her? What do you care about her anyway?"

Ace shrugged. "I don't."

"Then what's the problem, hm?" Joker said. He leaned back in his chair. "All I ask is that you cover up your pretty face. You do that, I'll let you go on your Grand Theft Auto mass killing spree or whatever. It's no tear on my cheek what you do."

Joker started to walk away, but Ace said—

"Chance might be there tonight."

Joker turned.

"Yeah, so?"

"She'll be trying to score at the bank. Take our profits."

"So kill her." Joker said carelessly. "Listen, Ace, if you're as hard as they say you are, then what's a bit of action going to do on your part? You know her style, you know how she fights. She'll be a cinch. Besides, you're with me, aren't you?"

"Well, of course."

"Then don't complicate things, Acey-poo. Knock her off and come back to me."

"She won't be easy to take down."

Joker sighed.

"If you can't punch her to death, take the easy way out."

"Which is?"

Joker grinned. He handed her a knife.

"Stab her in the back."

Ace took the knife. She merely stared at it...