It wasn't that long ago since Two-Face seemed to disappear completely from Harvey's mind, but as far as Dent was concerned it was for the better. Also, with his latest facial reconstruction a success, Harvey could finally look in the mirror with out arguing with someone who wasn't technically there. Of course, he has to dye his hair on occasion just to keep it all the same color. The only problem he had was the fact that his doctor confiscated his coin. Now it was almost impossible for him to make a decision.

"Yard time." The guard yelled on the other side of the glass that was door to his cell.

Harvey stood up from his bed and casually dropped the mirror that was in his hands on the mattress. Most of the other inmates were happy for Harvey, since they knew he could very well succeed in being released or at least transferred in his next parole meeting.

"A fine day for a game of chess, Mr. Dent?" The dumpy figured Oswald Cobblepot suggested as he waddled past him in the hall.

It was a bit strange to actually hear any part of his real name, but ever since his operation most of the inmates seemed to look at him in a completely different manner. Harvey's eye caught the sight of one whose attitude towards him had changed to that of almost depression.

"Perhaps tomorrow, I have something to take care of." Harvey answered without taking his eyes off of Pamela Isley.

"Oh, I see. Don't be to heavy on the charm my friend, always leave the caged bird hanging on for more." The short man suggested as he continued on his way to recreation room.

Dent had to keep form rolling his eyes at the penguin's constant bird puns. With that he set his attention to Ivy, he took a couple steps towards her but was shut down as her blonde haired chaperone pulled her towards the rec. room. Harley only looked back to blatantly stick out her tongue.

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It was a surprisingly bright day outside the walls of the asylum, but not even the warm rays of the sun that shined though the windows of the room seemed to liven Pamela's spirits. Her voluptuous body lurched over the inlet of one of the room's large, bared windows.

The whole situation made it difficult for Harvey to concentrate on his daily journal. His doctor thought it would be a good idea to write down all the times he had difficulty making a decision, but at the moment his mind was on more important matters. It was then that a pigtailed tailed shadow cast itself over his reading light.

"Alright Mr. Half-face, I want you to undo whatever you did to red!!!" Quinzel growled, her teeth bared just inches from his face.

Harvey merely sighed and closed the notebook; His face was completely serious, as he looked right back into the eyes of his aggressor.

"I'd love to, but I don't know exactly what it is I…"

"That's an order buster brown!" She shouted, grabbing his arm and lifted him from his seat.

She shoved him once, and he stumbled towards Ivy. He amazed himself as he caught his footing before bumping in Pamela at full speed. Harvey straightened himself and cleared his throat to speak, even though he had no idea what he was going to say.

"What do you want?" Pamela asked in an uninterested manner.

"To talk." Harvey had seen Ivy in all sorts of moods, but never had he seen like this.

"Well go ahead, can't promise I'll listen." Her voice never changed in pitch, and she never looked away from the window.

"Why is that? Does it have something to do with my face? Two-Face is gone, and I can finally be happy, everyone else seems to be behind me so why can't y…"

"You're going to leave aren't you?" She interrupted him, her movements were sluggish but she slowly turned around and hugged herself.

"What?" Harvey was surprised to see her in such distress, even though she averted her eyes, her face pointed at the ground.

"Once they stamp that cured n your record, you're out of here. We'll all be just a habit you kicked, a bad memory from a past life…" she sobbed slightly choked back her emotions for the moment.

"Pamela, what are you saying?" His face shifted into that of concern as he took a step closer and place hid hand in her chin.

He gently lifted her face so that she was looking at him; her green skin contrasted by her red hair made her all the entrancing. Ivy let a tear slid down her cheek before slapping his hand away.

"You don't care about any of us, just as long as you're happy! I hope you do leave and have a big house and live happy until you die!" She cried before charging out of the room, everyone following her with their eyes.

Harvey attempted to give chase, but was cut off by the guards. He could only watch as Ivy ran back her cell sobbing with Harley in tow. It was that moment the Dent knew what the botanical eco-terrorist was so upset about, and had an idea of how to fix it.

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Hours past as Ivy sat curled in her ball on her cell bed. She was just in her inmate shirt, and pair of pink panties that didn't leave much to the imagination. All she could think about was how Harvey was smiling as his parole officer stamped the red "CURED" on his records and making a deal for his release.

She never wanted to fall for him, but it was almost impossible not to. The several jobs they pulled together, or pulled against each other. Then there was the small fact that both wound up in asylum after each one. His face didn't matter to her in the least; she had green skin for Pete's sake!

Pamela placed her head back in her hands as she let the last of her sobbing out, but with the glass door of her cell open she could hear the slight disturbance coming her way in the hall. She didn't want to take any part in a riot, even if it could result in her escape to be with the man she loved. Ivy slowly went to the door and began to slide it shut.

"I'd like to finish that conversation!" Two-Face's gruff voice came though the glass as he blocked the door with his hand.

Though his face was still the same, the look in his eye shown of something that everyone thought was long gone.

"Two-face?" Ivy asked in somewhat surprise, but quickly turned to anger.

"Why can't you let you Harvey be happy?!" She shouted, pounding her fist into the man's chest.

Normally her blows would be mighty powerful, but her distraught state cursed her with weakness. Harvey gently let his face soften as he grabbed her shoulders and brought her into a tender hug.

"He is…"Harvey said in his normal voice, and let ivy pull away enough o look at him.

"He's not there is he?" She asked, a soft smile beginning to form on her lips.

"Well that's what my parole officer thinks, well he did before I knocked him out with a leg of chair." The shouting grew closer in hall and Harvey realized what was probably coming for him.

"The other are holding the guards at bay, but I don't know how long they'll be able to keep it up. So if you got something to say y…" His lips stopped when they became more occupied with something better.

"Thank you…" She cooed after she pulled away, her head resting on his chest.

"I'll never leave you, Pamela." He said in the softest voice he could muster before breaking away from her to charge the guards that had flooded the halls.

"I love you too…"