Harvey, look what you got yourself into this time. On a plane full of lunatics to Antarctica. If you would have just escaped Arkham a month ago like I planned on… oh wait, that damned coin, right? You should just give me the driver's seat, Harv. Let a real man take over. I wouldn't let some dime-a-dozen guard put me in chains like this. I wouldn't even be on this plane to begin with. In fact, I wouldn't even have been in Arkham. It's always you that screws up the plans. Always you.

No, Two-Face. This isn't anything I haven't heard for the past decade. I've been seeing the new doctor at Arkham. I've been going through his procedures. And I'm working to get rid of you. You're in my control right now. Mine. And it's your fault we're going to the Slab, asshole. I didn't kill any of those people. You did. All you.

Right. Shouldn't you know by now? After those hundreds of strenuous hours of being locked in the rooms with those half-rate shrinks? I'm apart of you. In fact, in some ways, I am you. Except, you know, intelligent. Everything I am is part of your psyche, of who Harvey Dent essentially is.

No. The doctor said that isn't true. He told me that you are a whole different entity entirely, one I control. And…

I'm no one's bitch, Harvey. And even as we speak, you can feel me creeping in, taking over both halves of your mind. And that doctor knows nothing. You know he's having a fling with a male intern. A married man with children having an affair with another man? A man of two identities, two worlds, helping you gain one coherent singular one. It doesn't work like that. Even Batman can't help you. You think he's Batman 24/7? No, he comes home in the morning, maybe to a wife and kids who don't know shit about his nightlife, and takes off that mask. Now, just let Big Bad Harv take over for a while, give you a rest.

These mental fights had been ensuing between Harvey Dent and Two-Face more rampantly for a while. Harvey had been trying new procedures that a new doctor, Dr. Edison, had introduced to the inmates with personality disorders. They had worked, mostly. There was always the occasional mental attack of dueling personalities, but Harvey had managed to keep Two-Face at bay up until today, ever since he was escorted from Arkham. The security blanket that Arkham provided had faded. Now Harvey was losing again.

Only three inmates from the hundreds in Arkham were being sent to the Slab. The Joker, Two-Face, and Poison Ivy. This decision, surprisingly, wasn't reached by the city, but by the government, or so the inmates were told. The doctors at Arkham didn't give much protest, though. Joker, Two-Face, and Ivy weren't that popular among them, often escaping the most. Only Jeremiah Arkham fought back. He had approached Congress to let him keep his patients.

"It isn't healthy for rehabilitation to be interrupted so abruptly." He had said.

"Now, Dr. Arkham, you have had twelve years to cure these three, and none of them have been any closer to being cured than the first days they were checked in. If this program proves a success, if the manufacturing of body bags in Gotham drops substantially, then more planes will be sent to pick up your other patients." One had said back condescendingly.

Now here they were. Harvey felt he had been on the road to rehabilitation, and the government had stopped it. There were no shrinks in the Slab. He was going to slip, and Two-Face was going to take over, smothering him. He was frightened. And he was losing grip.

No.

Yes.

Shut up! Shut up! I'm begging you, Two-Face. Don't do this. Don't do this. Please.

I already have. Nighty-night, Mister Apollo.

Two-Face was mostly in control now. He looked around at the other passengers and his surroundings. He hadn't been let out like this in a long while. Too long. Not that he was getting worried. Harvey was no threat. Two-Face just had to overcome Dr. Edison's new procedure. He hadn't been able to in the last month, though, having Edison being there every day, hammering all this garbage into Harvey's head. Telling him how to get rid of Two-Face. He wasn't going anywhere.

But even Two-Face wasn't thrilled with the idea of going to the Slab. He didn't like being immobile mentally, but physically was almost as bad. He wouldn't even be able to go the bathroom unescorted, much less escape. And even if he were to escape, there was hundreds of miles of snow and wilderness separating him and Gotham. Didn't much help that Joker would be there. Even on the flight to hell the chalk-faced psycho was prodding everyone with pitchforks, figuratively of course. Just then, he was annoying a beefy security guard, calling him a stewardess and demanding peanuts.

Two-Face had noticed Poison Ivy sitting two rows ahead of him. He had never really trusted the woman, ever since she kissed him ten years ago down in the Gotham sewers while the whole "Hang Man" killings were going on. He didn't know what the intention of the kiss was, whether to seduce him or to kill him. Though, Two-Face thought, who would ever want to seduce a man with a face like his? He knew that she was a viscous manipulator, but even he had to admit the kiss felt good, even if he did shove her off. It even made him feel somewhat good thinking about it, ten years later. It was probably her pheromones kicking in, messing with his mind. Or maybe it wasn't. He tried not to think about it, too conflicting. They had had limited interaction in the many years they were in Arkham together, never really talked, not that Two-Face wanted to talk to her or anything. The woman just wasn't trustworthy, and would kill him sooner than she would talk to him. Joker, on the other hand, he had seen and heard too much from in the past twelve years in Arkham. Joker snapping towels in the showers. Joker always controlling the TV in the recreational room, forcing everyone to watch Three's Company. Compared to Joker, Ivy, who mostly kept to herself, was a saint. Even then, Joker was trying to get Two-Face's attention.

"Twofers! Ivy thinks she's too cool for us! Acts like our friend all through high school then ditches us on the first day of college!"

"MUST YOU DOOM THE DAMNED, JOKER?" Ivy shouted at him. "It's not bad enough we're being shipped off to the Slab, but you have to torture us on the way there too?"

"NOW she talks to us, Harv! Finally came to her senses and realized who her true friends are! Now maybe we can plan that threesome…"

"Shut up, clown, or I'll make sure you leave this plane with one extra hole in your head." Two-Face said.

"Is that Two-Face or Harvey Dent talking?" Joker asked.

"Unanimous." Two-Face replied, smiling on the inside. Two-Face thought he even saw Ivy smile a little.