A/N: Dun dun duuuun. Okaaay so... Fourth chapter! Yaaay!(?) So, writing this I'm setting a sort of premise for a later event in the story, and I hope you like it...! *Nervous chuckling* I've never tried to do Two-Face before so... Tell me what you think? Also, in this fic, I never mentioned Willis was dead did I? ;) Hehehe. Read to find out why I asked. Also, I'm so sorry for the delayed update! Stuff came up and I wasn't able to post the chapter withing the three-day deadline I set up for myself. Sorry! Aaaand I'm sorry this uodate's so short. I tried to make it longer but... It wasn't happening. I really hope you don't hate this update!

Echoes 01: Haha. It's funny you say that because I sat there staring at my screen for a solid ten minutes trying to figure out how to start the chapter when I decided to say 'Screw it!' and went with the first thing that popped to mind. Your trust 'n me s'nice an' appreciated. And, yeah, I don't make fun'a girls. The only people who do 're pricks. And you're not a prick? Nope! Just the occas'nal asshole. ...Jay. Do you ev'n hear yourself? Yes. Your point? ...Just forget I said 'nything.

Jenniferg7: Thank you! I really do try to interact with my reviews as much as I can, so your comment was largely appreciated. I will make more of an effort to include better detailed scenery instead of skipping over details, so really appreciate the request (it'll help me work more in that area). I hope you enjoy the chapter! ... Timmy says he's gonna go think 'bout his life 'n the other room. I'ma go too but just t'stare at the roof an' think 'bout whatever. Nooooo! Leave me 'loneee! Nooo! I'm comin' Babybird! HELP MEEEE. JAY LEAVE ME ALONE - I SWEAR T'GOD IF YOU COME HERE. I'M ON MY WAY~

Unpaid Debts

Harvey Dent was a pretty... Odd guy, he'd admit. But there was one thing he liked: consistency. He loved when a job was pulled with wonderful consistency and preferred that more jobs succeeded rather than failed. There were simple consequences whenever the consistency was broken. Whoever was in charge of the job, died.

Now. He'd been having a rather good week - all the jobs were succeeding (Batman was busy doing something else. What, Harvey didn't care about) and they were pulling in good money...Until today.

Somewhere in the Bowery, an old apartment building stood. Several alleys connected to meet and separate again, but the point was they led to the apartment building. In one of the alleys, an eleven-year-old girl rummaged through garbage, unaware of the older teens creeping up on her. In another alley, an old man lie curled into himself. The rags covering his body wouldn't serve to contain body heat very well. The old man would be dead by morning. In yet another alley, a man was being raped by both male and female genders. And in one of the final alleys, a little boy met another older one. That alley had a positive outcome - the boys swore to protect each other.

In the apartment building itself, a disgusting specimen of the common criminal/thief was beaten bloody in a room dirtier than the guy's rap sheet. Rats skirted across his legs every now and then but Two-Face merely scorned the rodents. On the ground beneath his feet, Willis Todd lie curled up in a fetal position. Willis' blood leaked onto the ground, staining the news papers scattered on it a crimson so dark it looked black in the dim yellowish lighting. Willis already suffered from a concussion, a broken arm, a split lip, and a gunshot wound in his foot.

Harvey didn't care much. Todd had been the whole reason their heist failed - he'd tripped the alarm "accidentally". The money scored would have been split with the Joker, since he caused the distraction that kept Batman busy during their robbery. Now, Two-Face was in Joker's debt, and Joker wanted payment in blood or weapons. Seeing that Harvey didn't deal in arms much, he'd have to pay the clown in the first form.

"Heads you find me someone to turn to the Joker before I kill you, tails you're the one I hand to the Joker." Harvey frowned down at Willis deeper, flipping the coin. With the coin in the air, Willis began to whimper further, and began to try and crawl away. The attempts were blocked when Harvey caught the coin and motioned to one of the other goons of his to stop the dirt bag inching away. The coward.

Opening his palm to reveal the side the coin landed on, Harvey was disappointed to find that it had indeed landed on heads. Willis had a shot, it appeared. With the disdain dripping from his voice, Harvey said, "Heads. Find me someone to give Joker." As an after-thought, he added: "Actually, for you, find me two someones. By tomorrow morning."

It should have been an imposible order to fill, but Willis immediately began to speak into the dirty rag fished from the garbage heaps spilled on the floor of one of the nearby alleys. Frowning again, Two-Face motions for the gag to be removed. Who could Willis possibly have for Harvey to turn over?

"T-two s-someones?" What a stupid question. Harvey had specifically said exactly that. Two someones.

"Yes, Todd, two someones. By tomorrow. Morning." Just as Two-Face made to leave, Willis spoke. Again.

"I have them for you!" He cried. "A-a-and they're young! They sh-should last Joker a-awhile!"

Two-Face sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning to face the trash at his feet. "Names," he growled.

Stammering - again - Willis rattled off two names and an apartment complex and room number. "T-they should be there!"

Dent drew his foot back and delivered a solid kick to Willis' ribs. A muffled 'crack' was heard and Willis cried out in pain. "You," Two-Face snarled, "disgust me, Todd." Spiting at the scumbag, Harvey spoke again. "But, Joker still needs to be paid and I said two people. You gave me two people. Technically, you've solved the problem only to run into another."

Willis paled. "W-what?"

Harvey sneered down at him. "Falcone is looking for a few new hands, and I've just realized I have too many lackeys. You're out, Todd. Scram before I have them kill you." When the man didn't move, Harvey kicked him again and screamed, "NOW!"

Quickly, Willis made his way from the apartment building. Hopefully, Harvey thought to himself, the bastard dies. Bleeds out or something.

With a sigh, Harvey ordered his men to fetch the two boys Willis had named. "Once you've got them, take them to Amusement Mile. Joker should be there. Just... Leave me out of this one." So disgusted was he, Harvey couldn't even stand to think about Willis Todd. "And Todd. I want him dead by daybreak." When nobody moved, Two-Face snapped: "Get on it! Move your asses!"

Willis Todd.

The man who sold out his own sons to the Joker to save his own ground-grovelling hide.

(A/N: Surprise? Heh? Don't kill me! "e-e It was a necessary evilll! Review and lemme know what you thought? Until the next chapter!)