OK, here it is. This is a hard story to write, since I have to keep looking up things, and checking things. Then re-doing the procedure. Still trying to set the mood. Almost there, I believe we're almost ready for Joker! Enjoy, and Review!
"We did everything we could Dent. It'll be fine, just let it go. Move on." Harvey shrugged off the comminsers hand that was on his shoulder. He didn't need reassurance. He needed revenge. He needed Gordon on his side.
"Gordon, you don't understand. I loved her. With my whole life, and soul. And now-. Now she's dead. It's his fault, and he along with everyone else will pay." Harvey said deadly. Gordon was shocked.
"Dent, that's crazy. You're talking crazy. If you kill this Joker, it'll make you no different then him. You're supposed to be the good guy. We'll catch him and he'll go to prison, for life." Gordon shook Dent's hand. "I have to go. I'll be back later though." he said as he left the room.
"Prison isn't good enough for dirt like him." He said, as he once again looked painfully into the mirror, staring at his disfigured face. The face that was once hansom.
Two-Face walked down the dark streets of Gotham, not caring if he was in the shadows, or in the lamplight. He neither feared nor cared if the police, or Batman caught him. It wouldn't matter though. He wouldn't be caught. He hardly ever was caught, unlike some of the lesser, and clumsier villains. He wasn't in the same league as them. He had different rules.
He stopped and pulled out a coin. A silver dollar, one side marked, and the other completly clean. He flipped it, and caught it in his fist in mid-air.
"Looks like someones going to pay tonight." he said roughly. He walked towards the main streets, in hopes of finding someone at this ridiculously late hour. As he entered the main square, the sun started to rise, its light barely seen through Gotham's tall buildings. A few cars were out, all going to fast for Two-Face to do anything. He got inside an empty cab, he pulled the taxi cap on his head, and waited.
He sat there waiting for ten minutes, but only seemed seconds when a woman lightly tapped on the window. She had a hat, and scarf on, covering most of her face. Two-Face saw why in a second.
"Is this cab running?" she said shivering, her breathe coming out as thick fog. Making sure that the left side of his face was completely unseen by the woman he answered.
"Yes ma'am." She nodded her head, and pulling behind two suitcases she got in the back seat, and gave him directions. Two-Face smiled to himself. It was so easy. He pulled his coin out of his pocket and flipped it. It landed on his lap, because at the exact moment that he was going to catch it. The woman handed him the money. He sighed, took it, and begun to drive.
Unfortunately for him, Two-Face wasn't able to check his coin for some time. The cold weather had left a layer of ice on the road, making it difficult to drive, and with no red lights, he hadn't had a reason to stop. He normally would have just ran the car into a wall or something, quickly killing her; but unfortunately, she had buckled her seat belt, and there were other cars in the road.
"So where you from Miss." He said. He glanced into the review mirror.She was smiling.
"Metropolis. I'm here as part of the Dailey Planet-" he tuned her out. She was one of those high-Pris reporters that he had heard so much about. Metropolis, was one of those high protected cites, heavily watched by Superman; she'd probably never experienced a hostage situation, or a real villain before. Well now, won't he be a great surprise for her. Finally a stop light. He smiled, and looked down at his coin. It was on the blank side. He growled.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Oh never mind." He said angrily. "Here's your stop." he said quickly pulling over, a mile and a half away from her destination.
"Are you sure?" she asked sounding slightly confused. "Get out!" he yelled. She quickly grabbed her suitcases and got out, into the cold weather. Having no idea what kind of trouble she may have been in, or how close to death was to her. It didn't matter though. Death would follow her though out her stay in Gotham, each escape closer than the last.
Many hours later, Two-Face was walking through the city when a woman bumped into him.
"Oh sorry. My bad!" she said not looking up at his face. He rolled his eyes.
"Watch where you're going Lady, you may not be so lucky next time!" He said holding his coin in his hands. She looked frightened and ran off. Two-Face shook his head. Then he turned around; he had seen that face before, but not in ten years. "Rachel?" He grabbed her arm; she looked even more frightened.
"Sorry, I thought that you were someone else." He mumbled. It looked like Rachel, but it couldn't have been her. This girl's hair was light brown, while Rachel's was darker. This girl looked younger too. She looked about the same age as Rachel did, when she died.
"Wait, are you talking about Rachel Dawes?" The girl said startled. Two-Face turned towars her, revealing his disfigured side of his face. She looked startled at first, but seemed as if she was trying to stay calm.
"How do you know Rachel?" He asked gripping both sides of her shoulders, tightly. She gulped.
"She. She-" suddenly she was cut off. Seven police cars went by them, swirling the air around them, wiping her hair into her face. Smacking it rather. Two-Face turned to her; his disfigured side being the more prominent of his face. He stared into her eyes. They were nothing like Rachel's. This girl, this stranger was showing fear. Pure fear. He released her arms; and smiled evilly.
"Maybe another time." He turned around, and fished his coin out of his pocket. He kept walking as he flipped his coin. "Heads you live. Tails you die." He whispered. He caught the coin in his fist. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. Still walking, he opened his eyes. Heads. He closed his fist around the coin in a seconds anger, then released his grip. He sighed as he placed the coin back in his pocket.
Alright there it is. Lots of questions that need answering! Who is the myserious girl? How does she know Rachel? Why is Two-Face so bitter? Why am I such a melo-dramatic writer?
Please review, and tell your friends, tell me what I need to work on and all that stuff. Thanks for all the support to!
