Batman Beyond: Two-Face II

Chapter 11: More Secrets Revealed

By ShadowHawk & Demoness Space Pirate

Disclaimer: We don't own the characters used

Terry made his grand re-entrance to the wedding looking about at the chaos and the sobbing bride. He poked Max once in the arm.

"So, what did I miss?" He asked.

"Oh it seems Two-Face got a new member to his team, Harley Jest. Ten got her ass kicked and Batman was crushed underneath a very expensive chandelier. But they both got out before the police arrived."

Terry rubbed his soar neck and back. "Really now?"

Max rolled her eyes before letting loose her newly acquired info. "Oh and Bruce Wayne is Jeffery Dent's Godfather."

Terry's eyes shot open with shock before narrowing down with anger. "He's his what?! That miserable old dirt bag!" He fumed before turning back to Max. "Thanks, I'll see you back at the dorm." He said before leaving to rush back to Wayne manor.

Terry practically broke down the large doors as he rushed into the large empty house then down into the dismal Batcave. He searched the cave for a quick moment to find Bruce sitting in front of the large computer before letting loose his rage. "Why didn't you tell me he's your Godson! What is it that you get some twisted pleasure in leaving such information out so that I can figure it out for myself? Do you enjoy seeing the look of shock on my face?!"

Bruce frowned. "What Jeffery is to me isn't of any importance."

"The hell it is!" Terry shot back.

"As Batman you must be ready for all possible surprises of your enemies, even those who are attached to them."

Terry took a deep breath before he made the mistake of saying something they both would regret later. "So how did you come to be his Godfather?"

Bruce leaned back into the dark chair. "I was there when he was born...

Flashback...

Bruce helped a very nervous Harvey escort the very pregnate Grace down the white halls of the hospital. Grace laid on her back on the gurney breathing as she was taught in Lamaze class. When the men entered the room the doctors and a midwife dressed them in hospital grab before sending them back to Graces side.

For hours Harvey held the right hand of his wife while Bruce held her left, both flinching in great pain as Grace clenched their hands each time a pain hit and she scream at the top of her lungs.

"Oh my God, please get it out of me!" She begged the doctors. "Or give me something for the pain, I don't care what you use morphine, ether, a joint, just give me something!"

"Come on Grace you can do it." Harvey cooed to her.

Grace nearly twisted his hand back as she glared at him with anger. "You shut up! You did this to me you motherf--oow!"

The doctor looked to Grace from between her legs. "Okay Mrs. Dent, push, push, and here it comes."

Grace bore down pushing each time the midwife told her to. With one final push combined with her scream a sharp cry flooded the room.

"And it's a boy." The doctors cheered cutting the cord and laying him on her heaving chest.

After all the clean up work was done and a small blue cap was placed on his son's head Harvey held his son in his arms with Bruce looking on smiling at the sight of his friend, a father.

"They say like father like son. You know Bruce ol' boy, I'm afraid that it's true and he'll turn out like I did. I don't want my son going through what I experienced."

Bruce looked onto his friend with great sympathy, he understood Harvey's need to protect his son. He had a number of his own 'kids' and he never wanted anything to happen to them. "Well with Grace you can see to it that it doesn't happen." Bruce said.

Harvey nodded still looking down at his son.

"Bruce, Grace and I would like for you to be Jeffery's Godfather. You were always trying to help me when I was Two-Face, and you were always there to help Grace too. We want our son to have that same security."

Bruce stood in shock for a second before looking across the bed to the tired Grace who merely nodded in agreement.

He gave them both a reassuring smile. "Can I hold my Godson now Harvey?" He asked holding out his hands.

End Flashback...

Terry sat still as he let the story sink in.

After what seemed an eternity in silence Terry stood from his near seated position on the computer console. "We better be careful now, there's no telling what Two-Face is going to do next."

The next day...

In an orphanage in down town Gotham the owners and voluntary workers gathering what money was left in the charity box that people had donated for the mouth. "People just don't give like they use to." Said Marco Hachette, co-owner of the orphanage,

"I remember when the donation checks us to be pouring in from left to right."

"Come on Marco we'll just have to work on a tighter budget until the next government check arrives." Said a volunteer who was helping the children sort out clothes from the Goodwill boxes.

Suddenly the old doors of the orphanage blew open and in stepped the double- sided man who had been gracing the local news media with his disfigured face. Two-Face entered with the Dee-Dees on one side of him and Harley on the other. He took a look around to see small young children playing with each other in old hand-me-down clothes that were either too big or too small or had some sort of hole or was torn in some way. Sadness was visible in his face as his heart went out to the young.

"Old memories." Harley sighed to some memory.

Two-Face snaps his Fingers gaining everyone's attention if not already, the Dee-Dee twins brought to him a brown suitcase. Two-Face took the case and placed it on a nearby table. Everyone drew back in fear, knowing how unpredictable the new Two-Face was thanks to his recent activities in the news. A small click echoed in the silent room just before he opened it up and revealed Two-hundred thousand dollars in cash to the owners.

The children all gasped as they ran up to see something they never had dreamed of seeing in all their lives as the workers stared in complete shock.

"Here, buy the kids some new clothes." Two-Face said with a kind smile on both sides of his face.

Harley patted the head of a small girl laughing at the children's joy. "And fix this place up. I swear this place looks the same since I was in here." She gave the little girl a small hug before turning to leave with Two-Face and the others.

As they walked down the stairs towards the waiting cars Harl looked at Two- Face before asking a question that had been bugging her for days. "Deuce, not that I mind, but why do you help charity?"

Two-Face stopped. "Dee-Dee Wait in the car for us." He commanded of the twins. The Dee-Dee obeys their command and leaves, casting a small look of resentment back at Harley. He turned back to face Harley, "The reason why I help charity is because I care for orphaned children. I care for those who have no homes, and no families to go to."

She smiles softly at his words. "I could have used someone like you when I was a kid." She said.

"You were orphaned?" He asked.

"I was virtually orphaned. After my papa died my mom didn't come after me so I was legally orphaned and placed here after I got out of the mental hospital."

Two-Face gave her a small sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Harley smiled broadly rocking back and forth on her heels. "No you aren't, if I hadn't lost him I wouldn't be me today. And I think you like me this way."

"I see," He said walking towards the car.

"Well I'd better get back to my agenda"

"Sounds good to me." Harley said following after him. "So where's our next stop?"

"A night robbery at the Art Gallery awaits us." He said.

Harley flipped off the steps to the ground. "Ooh I can't wait!" Two-Face smiled sinisterly. "Hehe, I think there are some new paintings I want over my fireplace."

Gotham Art Gallery...

The security guard on duty watched over the surveillance screens as the high class citizens of Gotham scooped the pricey works of art in search of what they would love to add to collections and for decorating their homes. He sighed to himself as he sipped his bitter coffee, "Boring damn job." He mumbled to himself.

Suddenly the sounds of people screaming in fear blared over the speakers. He jumped to his feet looking at the monitor screens. The galley's patrons were being gathered into the corners as some thugs grabbed the paintings from off the walls. The guard scrambled to the control panel and pressed the alarm button calling for help. Loony Toons and Merrie Melodies themes played as an animated face of Harley filled the surveillance screens.

"If I ever decide to get out of this life of crime I'll go into something with computer technology. I have so many talents." Harley smiles as she hears the music drift from the security room into the display area.

Two-Face gave her a sinister smile before going back to the work at hand. "Half of you help me and Harl with the paintings, the second half rob those rich patrons." He ordered. The twin thugs all nodded then split in halves as commanded.

Harley walked down the row of paintings looking at those she hated and liked. "Hate it, hate it, ugh they call this art?" She knocked the painting down on the ground then stepped on it as she went on. Harley stops before a painting a chaotic swirl of colors and shapes. "Ooh, I think you'll like this, Deuce!" Harley said taking a Salvador Dali painting from the wall.

Two-Face took a look at the artwork of warped and melting clocks in a desert landscape. "Bring it." He commanded.

Armored trucks sat open on the street below as the two-toned thugs carried the loot out.

But back at the gallery Two-Face and the Harley stood before four guards, each sentry held captive by a two-toned crony.

"New playmates!" Harley squealed with delight.

"This best way to knock a guy out Harl, is to close your fist. Reach back." Two-Face swings, clocks the guard on the chin. CRACK. Out like a light. "Get it?"

Harley frowns. "No no no, that's so wrong." She kicked out her leg snapping the second guard's head to the side knocking him out.

"That way they break the jaw or suffer a massive headache when they regain consciousness." She smiled darkly.

"My God." Two-Face muttered.

"What?" Harley asked innocently.

Two-Face walked away shaking his head disgusted. Harley shrugged as she turned back to the guard ready for another try she cracked her knuckles. "I always have this bad habit of breaking my toys." She said to him.

"Hurry up with the paintings, before Bats show up." Two-Face ordered to his men.

Harley smirked as she ran her fingers under the guard's chin. "Oh Batman, another playmate I like to break." She rubbed her nose against the guard's cheek then kisses him gently on his quivering lips. "And I just love to play oh so much."

Two-Face stared with shock painted across his face. Without warning Harley rammed her head with the guard's knocking him out. She pitched her head back as she laughed.

"I should have hired you on the list when I became the man I am today." He said.

Harley merely readjusted her red and black halved bodysuit. "Let's not forget about Batman." She said tugging the tassel of her cap.

"Then lets move out." He whipped out his trench coat with the same split style as his suit.

Harley stepped beside Two-Face. "Ready?" She asked.

"Yes and you my dear?" He asked.

She hooked her arm around his, "As I ever will be."

Dee-Dee glared daggers in the direction of the red and black dressed jester. "We have to do something about Harl." Deirdre said to her twin. Delia nodded as she casually walked over to Two-Face and bumped Harley away. She took hold of his arm with her sister on the opposite side just as they use to do.

"May I ask why you're not helping with the loading, ladies?" Two-Face asked in a calm but firm voice.

They looked at each other shocked before Delia came up with the answer. "Well boss usually we're here beside you." She said with a pouting lip.

Two-Face sighs, "I'll let it go this time, by the way the jewellery store has priceless gems that would suit you two."

Dee-Dee smiled looking back at Harley who had her popgun aimed at them smiling.

"And for you, Harl, well I've got a surprise in store for you as well."

Harley quickly hid the gun behind her back.

"I love surprises." She squeaked as they all headed out of the door to the get away cars below.

To be Continued.