Chapter 2: The Eye of the Beholder
By ShadowHawk
Author's Notes: To those who write Batman Beyond FanFics, including characters like Harley Quinn, Mr. Freeze, Scarecrow and so on, and could not come up with Two-Face FanFics because you people say he is complicated. Well in my opinion he isn't, now on with the Show.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters used.
The Batcave. Bruce was checking up data files on the new Two-Face with Ace sitting loyally be his side. The click of the computer keys and occasional rustle of bat wings were the only sound in the large cavern. Terry noticed the additional seriousness of Bruce. "Why are you so hyped about this Two- Face character?" He asked.
"Harvey Dent used to be a good friend of mine before his accident. As Batman I tried vainly to save him from himself."
"Literally." Terry chuckled lightly. His laughter was cut short from the dark glare Bruce gave him. "So you find it's your duty to stop this one in repents for your...um failure on Dent." Terry said.
Bruce narrowed one eye at his heir of the title as Gotham's dark protector. "Suit up." He commanded going back to the work at hand.
Some where in Downtown of Gotham City...
A businessman named Tony 'Fingers' Cross, owner of one of Gotham's best nightclubs. Gemini Nights. Or at least that's what it was known for in the public eye. If you had the money one could go downstairs into the extravagant casino either place you go everyone has fun at the Gemini. People came to the club to bet, gamble, drink and so on.
The shapely dressed band played the music loudly while the people had the time of their lives. It was 3 AM as the bouncer discarded the ever-lingering barfly and the janitor mopped the black and white floor between dances.
Tony stood near the walls raking in the sight of his prosperous club.
One of Tony's goons said "Sure is a lot of people boss; they do love to bet every last bit of money they have."
Tony only smiled and said "Yes, once they lose all their money we collect it and give it to one of our top crime lords, heh heh heh. Man I love this city." He turned towards his office. "Have Dingo toss out the loiters, the tables are for people with the cash."
Tony sat at the desk of his personal office counting the day's wages from his underground casino. He laughed aloud as his assistant presented him with the six-digit number from the money counter.
"Lulu this is our best week yet. No police breathing down my neck, no big wins breaking the bank, and the nightclub is just as good. I don't think anything can ruin this for me." He said sitting his assistant down on his lap.
From outside the closed doors the sound of music stopped abruptly and the mad scurry of feet rumbled throughout the room. "What the hell is going on?" Tony asks pushing Lulu out of his lap.
Dingo, the muscular bouncer walks in. "Um Mr. Cross, there's someone who wants to see you." Said the bouncer discomfort edging his voice.
Tony frowned and said "Tell whoever it is that we're closed and to come back at eight."
Dingo rubs his discolored right eye; his nose had just stopped bleeding. "I did."
Just then the doors burst open and in came a man with the left side of his face horribly disfigured, he proudly sported a tuxedo, but this one was different then other tuxedos Tony had ever seen, one side was a normal black and white while the other side was a assortment of purple, yellow, red and green.
One each arm was draped a red headed woman, there names Delia and Deirdre Dennis a.k.a. the Dee-Dee twins.
The one on his left, Delia, wore a lace shoulderless, long-sleeved shirt with a silver mini skirt. While the other twin, Deirdre, wore a gray lace up corset top with hanging tails and a black dress with splits raising up her waist.
Two-Face smiled with glee as he looked around with one eye brown and the other a horrible yellow. "This place will do nicely." He said while Deirdre ran her fingers through his bright green hair.
Fingers, finally found his voice, said to Two-face, "Hey you can't come in here! This is my place!" He stated lamely.
Two-Face gave Fingers a twisted grin. "It's my place now."
"All of you out." The Dee-Dees said in union their words backed by the many cocking of guns from the goons behind them.
As the secretary made her way out Fingers grabbed his gun from beneath his desk. "I'll be damned if I allow some freak to take over my hard-earned business!" He shouted pointing the gun at Two-Face. "Now all of you drop your weapons or your boss gets uglier!"
Two-Face's many goons complied dropping their guns onto the ground. The gleam in Two-Face's yellow eye did not fade as he held up one hand and snapped his fingers.
Delia kicked out a well-toned leg knocking the gun from Fingers' grasp. Deirdre flipped forwards catching Fingers in the face with the side of her boot.
Fingers ducked away from the dangerous twins' blow. Deirdre glances to her side and gave her sister a dark smile.
Delia only nodded. Without warning Delia brought the golden colored brass knuckled to Fingers' soft underbelly with a hard swing.
Fingers coughed out a small sputter of blood as he folded over. Deirdre chuckled in her throat slowly stalking around the over-bent man in a single slow circle. She cackled aloud seconds before she delivered a great uppercut to Finger's jaw.
Fingers flew backwards towards Two-Face. Two-Face's scarred lips twisted upwards in a dark sneer just as his open palm flew out slamming into Finger's spine. Finger's howled in pain as he stumbled forward towards the twins again.
Deirdre grabbed hold of his arm flipping him onto his back on the floor. Delia picked up Finger's discarded gun, "You got blood on my shirt!" Delia said forcing barrel into his mouth. "What do we do with him boss?" She asked.
A twinkle appeared in Two-Face's yellow eye as he reached into his dress coat. He removed a two-head coin with one face scarred. "We'll let the coin decide."
Everyone lowered their heads at the sight of the silver coin as if were a sacred relic. "Good side up you get to walk away with your life. Bad side up police will find your body in two weeks floating in the East River." He said flipping the coin up and down. "Let's see if luck is on your side tonight." With that he tossed the coin high into the air.
All eyes stared mesmerized as the rotating round of silver fell back into Two-Face's scarred hand. After a long period of silence he held up the coin. Bad side up. "Take 'em out back." He commanded.
The goons standing at Two-Face side moved at their boss's command removing the bloody Fingers from the office.
The DeeDee's stood before the desk as Two-Face took a seat. "So Jeff what are we going to hit next?" Asked Deirdre sitting down on the desktop.
Two-Face grabbed hold of the darkly dressed woman's top and pulled her to within an inch of his face and said through clenched teeth. "Never call me that again! Jeff Dent is dead! Got that!" The scared redhead nodded. Those remaining in the room nodded in agreement when Two-Face looked around.
"Boss what are we going to do next?" Delia asked as she helped her twin to calm down.
Two-Face reached into an inner pocket of his jacket and removed a single sheet of newspaper. "This." He said tossing it down onto the tabletop.
'Twin lasers are to be shown in Gotham's annual Science Exhibition.'
Back at the Batcave...Bruce sat alone before the large computer screen staring sincerely at the mug shot of Harvey Dent alas Two-Face along side the crude picture of the new Two-Face. He had never given up his hopes that he could turn his friend back to the man he once was. There were brief times it seemed that Harvey was cured and Two-Face was truly gone, only to have his dual personality abruptly take over again. He looked back and forth between the two.
They had to be related there was an uncanny resemblance in their scarred faces.
"Harvey, who do you have hunting your shadows?" Bruce asked no one.
To be Continue.
By ShadowHawk
Author's Notes: To those who write Batman Beyond FanFics, including characters like Harley Quinn, Mr. Freeze, Scarecrow and so on, and could not come up with Two-Face FanFics because you people say he is complicated. Well in my opinion he isn't, now on with the Show.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters used.
The Batcave. Bruce was checking up data files on the new Two-Face with Ace sitting loyally be his side. The click of the computer keys and occasional rustle of bat wings were the only sound in the large cavern. Terry noticed the additional seriousness of Bruce. "Why are you so hyped about this Two- Face character?" He asked.
"Harvey Dent used to be a good friend of mine before his accident. As Batman I tried vainly to save him from himself."
"Literally." Terry chuckled lightly. His laughter was cut short from the dark glare Bruce gave him. "So you find it's your duty to stop this one in repents for your...um failure on Dent." Terry said.
Bruce narrowed one eye at his heir of the title as Gotham's dark protector. "Suit up." He commanded going back to the work at hand.
Some where in Downtown of Gotham City...
A businessman named Tony 'Fingers' Cross, owner of one of Gotham's best nightclubs. Gemini Nights. Or at least that's what it was known for in the public eye. If you had the money one could go downstairs into the extravagant casino either place you go everyone has fun at the Gemini. People came to the club to bet, gamble, drink and so on.
The shapely dressed band played the music loudly while the people had the time of their lives. It was 3 AM as the bouncer discarded the ever-lingering barfly and the janitor mopped the black and white floor between dances.
Tony stood near the walls raking in the sight of his prosperous club.
One of Tony's goons said "Sure is a lot of people boss; they do love to bet every last bit of money they have."
Tony only smiled and said "Yes, once they lose all their money we collect it and give it to one of our top crime lords, heh heh heh. Man I love this city." He turned towards his office. "Have Dingo toss out the loiters, the tables are for people with the cash."
Tony sat at the desk of his personal office counting the day's wages from his underground casino. He laughed aloud as his assistant presented him with the six-digit number from the money counter.
"Lulu this is our best week yet. No police breathing down my neck, no big wins breaking the bank, and the nightclub is just as good. I don't think anything can ruin this for me." He said sitting his assistant down on his lap.
From outside the closed doors the sound of music stopped abruptly and the mad scurry of feet rumbled throughout the room. "What the hell is going on?" Tony asks pushing Lulu out of his lap.
Dingo, the muscular bouncer walks in. "Um Mr. Cross, there's someone who wants to see you." Said the bouncer discomfort edging his voice.
Tony frowned and said "Tell whoever it is that we're closed and to come back at eight."
Dingo rubs his discolored right eye; his nose had just stopped bleeding. "I did."
Just then the doors burst open and in came a man with the left side of his face horribly disfigured, he proudly sported a tuxedo, but this one was different then other tuxedos Tony had ever seen, one side was a normal black and white while the other side was a assortment of purple, yellow, red and green.
One each arm was draped a red headed woman, there names Delia and Deirdre Dennis a.k.a. the Dee-Dee twins.
The one on his left, Delia, wore a lace shoulderless, long-sleeved shirt with a silver mini skirt. While the other twin, Deirdre, wore a gray lace up corset top with hanging tails and a black dress with splits raising up her waist.
Two-Face smiled with glee as he looked around with one eye brown and the other a horrible yellow. "This place will do nicely." He said while Deirdre ran her fingers through his bright green hair.
Fingers, finally found his voice, said to Two-face, "Hey you can't come in here! This is my place!" He stated lamely.
Two-Face gave Fingers a twisted grin. "It's my place now."
"All of you out." The Dee-Dees said in union their words backed by the many cocking of guns from the goons behind them.
As the secretary made her way out Fingers grabbed his gun from beneath his desk. "I'll be damned if I allow some freak to take over my hard-earned business!" He shouted pointing the gun at Two-Face. "Now all of you drop your weapons or your boss gets uglier!"
Two-Face's many goons complied dropping their guns onto the ground. The gleam in Two-Face's yellow eye did not fade as he held up one hand and snapped his fingers.
Delia kicked out a well-toned leg knocking the gun from Fingers' grasp. Deirdre flipped forwards catching Fingers in the face with the side of her boot.
Fingers ducked away from the dangerous twins' blow. Deirdre glances to her side and gave her sister a dark smile.
Delia only nodded. Without warning Delia brought the golden colored brass knuckled to Fingers' soft underbelly with a hard swing.
Fingers coughed out a small sputter of blood as he folded over. Deirdre chuckled in her throat slowly stalking around the over-bent man in a single slow circle. She cackled aloud seconds before she delivered a great uppercut to Finger's jaw.
Fingers flew backwards towards Two-Face. Two-Face's scarred lips twisted upwards in a dark sneer just as his open palm flew out slamming into Finger's spine. Finger's howled in pain as he stumbled forward towards the twins again.
Deirdre grabbed hold of his arm flipping him onto his back on the floor. Delia picked up Finger's discarded gun, "You got blood on my shirt!" Delia said forcing barrel into his mouth. "What do we do with him boss?" She asked.
A twinkle appeared in Two-Face's yellow eye as he reached into his dress coat. He removed a two-head coin with one face scarred. "We'll let the coin decide."
Everyone lowered their heads at the sight of the silver coin as if were a sacred relic. "Good side up you get to walk away with your life. Bad side up police will find your body in two weeks floating in the East River." He said flipping the coin up and down. "Let's see if luck is on your side tonight." With that he tossed the coin high into the air.
All eyes stared mesmerized as the rotating round of silver fell back into Two-Face's scarred hand. After a long period of silence he held up the coin. Bad side up. "Take 'em out back." He commanded.
The goons standing at Two-Face side moved at their boss's command removing the bloody Fingers from the office.
The DeeDee's stood before the desk as Two-Face took a seat. "So Jeff what are we going to hit next?" Asked Deirdre sitting down on the desktop.
Two-Face grabbed hold of the darkly dressed woman's top and pulled her to within an inch of his face and said through clenched teeth. "Never call me that again! Jeff Dent is dead! Got that!" The scared redhead nodded. Those remaining in the room nodded in agreement when Two-Face looked around.
"Boss what are we going to do next?" Delia asked as she helped her twin to calm down.
Two-Face reached into an inner pocket of his jacket and removed a single sheet of newspaper. "This." He said tossing it down onto the tabletop.
'Twin lasers are to be shown in Gotham's annual Science Exhibition.'
Back at the Batcave...Bruce sat alone before the large computer screen staring sincerely at the mug shot of Harvey Dent alas Two-Face along side the crude picture of the new Two-Face. He had never given up his hopes that he could turn his friend back to the man he once was. There were brief times it seemed that Harvey was cured and Two-Face was truly gone, only to have his dual personality abruptly take over again. He looked back and forth between the two.
They had to be related there was an uncanny resemblance in their scarred faces.
"Harvey, who do you have hunting your shadows?" Bruce asked no one.
To be Continue.