This is my last chapter! No one reads it, and I have a better Two-Face story in reseve that I'd reather use. So enjoy, and please, if you read this at all, review, for the story that I took a chance at, and failed desperatly. See end of story (after done reading it of course) for more information. Enjoy, I own nothing but the girl, and my failed plot (oh and I'm not sure if this is exactly how his father was, but he was abusive, so I figured it worked.)


He was seven, almost eight, and he was sitting in his small trashed apartment. He played with the one toy he had, a small car. "Vroom, vroom!" he said, pretending he was racing other cars. He dreamed of the day he hoped to have with his father, if he came home, and Harvey hadn't done anything wrong. He hoped he could go out for ice cream, or to the zoo. That way he could tell his friends and teacher all about it. That way he wouldn't have to lie.

Lie about where the black eyes came from. The bruises, the cuts. The occasional broken arm, and nose. That he would lie, and blame falling down the sairs. Lie about why he didn't go to the doctor, forge his father's signature, lie about his absences. Harvey heard a small voice in the back of his head telling him that he should get revenge on his father. He pushed these dark thoughts back as he always had.

His father blamed him for his behavior. Told him it was his fault that he was this way. That it was somehow Harvey's fault that his father was an abusive drunk, and would beat him. "What'd we ever do?" the voice asked. Harvey pushed the thought back again, but he had to admit, he wasn't really sure what he had done. Was it that he had a disorder? Was it really his fault that he was bipolar? Harvey wondered if this was the cause of his punishment. "That makes no sense! Our dad's a loon." the voice said. Harvey pushed this thought even further back, not wanting to think of his father as a 'loon.'

He knew that he'd be in a good mood today, Harvey hadn't done anything wrong today. His behavior would have made nuns and priest at a catholic school proud. He was a perfect gentlemen. Spending no more money than he should have on groceries, and he cleaned up the house a little. In fact, this was the first break he had token all day! He had even skipped Saturday cartoons, and had made his bed! Harvey almost beamed with pride, when his father came in. He kicked the door down, and reeked with alcohol.

His father came home drunk, swaying as he walked in. Harvey prepared for his punishment, not having any idea what he had done this time. His father started cussing at Harvey, telling him that what he was about to get was his fault, and this is what he deserved. His father fished a coin out of his pocket, and held it up, turning it as he talked. "Heads I win, tails you lose. Best of luck to you kid." Something clicked in Harvey's mind. So he would lose no matter what; he noticed that both sides were heads. Even more unfair! What could he have possibly done this time anyways? He realized, that this couldn't be what he deserved.

This couldn't be justice, this couldn't be what it was all about. The man in power always winning, getting his way. No. There had to be more, and Harvey would find out exactly what more there was. He stood up. His father glared at him. "No." Harvey said simply.

"What did you say boy? No? Is that what I heard. Well too bad, justice is about to be delivered. Life's a bitch kid, get used to it."

"No!" Harvey screamed. "This isn't justice. Your not my father, your the drunken monster that pretends to be him!" His 'father' didn't say anything. He simply strode across the room, raised an arm, and smacked his son across the room. Harvey landing in a pile of empty beer bottles and cans. Some of the glass breaking, cutting into his skin. Harvey desperately reached for the phone...

His hostage was already gagged, so he threw the girl down on the floor, against the wall. Her head snapped slightly forward and back, nothing serious he knew though. Two-Face told his guards to leave. He would settle this, right here, right now. He walked over, flipping his coin for no reason. However he knew it had an intimidating effect. Her eyes grew wider with terror with each step he took.

"So where were we back at the bank. Ah yes." he lifted his coin in front of his face, so that both could see it. The coin was in the middle of his split face. He turned the coin as he talked. "You know the drill. Heads you live. Tails you die." She started mumbling something. Two-Face sighed and ripped the thick tape off her mouth. She mouthed the word "ow"

"What?" he asked annoyed. He hated it when people fought against him, or argued 'I'm innocent really! You can't do this, This is insanity!' It didn't matter, he was just delivering what his coin told him to deliver. It wasn't in his hands, or his choice, he just did what he had to do. She talked, quickly, and pleadingly.

"Please, My name is Sarah Dawes." Two-Face turned to her suddenly, without realizing it, his hands were grasping her shoulders, he cut her off before she could continue talking.

"What did you just say!?" He asked, gripping her shoulders tighter. "That's impossible." He stopped suddenly, remembering something from far back that Rachel had once told him. "I grew up in Gotham, my parents and my little sister moved a long time ago. They live in Metropolis..." He remembered what this girl had told him to back in the taxi cab. "So where you from Miss." and she had replied, as he remembered much to his annoyance, an explanation, "Metropolis. I'm here as part of the Dailey Planet-" His grip loosened; he was barely conscious of her. If he had been, he may have noticed the look of pure fear that he had once wanted so badly.

After a few minutes, he remembered that she was still there, and he was still tightly gripping her shoulders. He loosened a bit.

"Continue. Now." he said demanding more information. He didn't know how he felt. He was torn in two, anger, and happiness. Here was a piece of Rachel alive. Her looks, and her. At the same time, she was alive, and Rachel wasn't. Chance was cruel, but unbiased he mentally reminded himself.

"Rachel was my older sister. Our parents had died last year. I myself had just learned of Rachel's death-" Two-Face cut her off again.

"How could you have just learned of her death? She died ten years ago!" he said angrily, gripping tightly on her shoulders. She winced slightly in the pain. In the back of, what was left of, Harvey's mind, he felt bad. However, Harvey wasn't in control right now. This was Two-Face, in Harvey's situation. However both halves of him knew Harvey couldn't do what needed to do; what needed to be done.

"I- I don't know. All I know is that I had just gotten a letter saying what had happened..." she stammered. Again, Harvey had felt that same twang of guilt. He loosened his grip slightly, as if that was his way of making things right.

He wondered for a moment, who was this strange woman, and why had she just found out about Rachel's death?


So in my other chapters my flashbacks explained how Two-Face came to be (in my fantasy world) I wanted my last chapter to explain Harvey Dent. I based it off various sources, his father did abuse him, and he did (does?) have bipolar, so I thought that was important.

Well I hoped that you enjoyed this story while it lasted, and I hope you'll check out my others, or at least my new Two-Face story, which I'll be uploading soon. Please review, so I know that I had a least one reader, besides my friends whom I beg to read this.

Special thanks to DC comics, and Bob Kane (they rule!) And my three reviewers... who only read the first chapter, but still. You guys rule!