"So, where are we now?" Dorothy asked Scarecrow, they were obviously still in the narrows but the surroundings had changed entirely.
"Where'd all the buildings go?"
Scarecrow appeared to observe the area, like he was trying to remember a distant dream or memory.
"I believe it's the old warehouse at 250 52nd Boulevard but it appears to be burned down, probably Joker."
"Oh…" Dorothy murmured, stepping onto the rubble where the warehouse had previously been, the remains of the building crunched under her feet, "There must have been a reason he chose to blow this one up…"
Scarecrow shrugged, "I was incarcerated in Arkham when it occurred, but as far as I know Joker enjoys chaos, I see no reason as to why he wouldn't blow up buildings at random."
"No, no, no. There has to have been a reason…deep down, but there has to have been one."
Dorothy stopped walking.
"I hear something…"
Scarecrow stopped walking too and the duo looked out on the endless plain of rubble, a faint sobbing could be heard from somewhere out among the rocks and dust.
"Do you wanna check it out?"
Scarecrow sighed, "Not particularly."
Dorothy headed off anyway feeling drawn towards the sobbing person. She eventually found a large piece of rubble when the sobbing was coming from and walked around to the front immediately re-coiling when she saw the person.
Half of his face was fine, strong jaw, thick blond hair, deep blue eye, but the other side was completely burnt, right past skin and down to muscles.
"What happened to you?" Dorothy muttered as Scarecrow finally caught up.
"Dent?!" He exclaimed and the man looked up, as his jaw clenched Dorothy could see the muscles in his left cheek tightening.
"It's Two-face." He growled.
Dorothy gulped, "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"This is where she died."
"Who?" Dorothy asked nervously, watching as Two-Face's lips curled in anger.
"RACHEL!" he screamed, the tendons and muscles in the left side of his face jumping all over the place.
Scarecrow leaned in, seeming suddenly interested in the conversation, "Rachel Dawes?" He asked, "She died…that's karma I suppose."
Dorothy looked at him over her shoulder, "You knew this Rachel person?"
"Knew her? Ha, she was the one who got me imprisoned in my own Asylum, one of the people who generously helped perfect my toxin."
Dorothy's eyebrows shot up, obviously this Rachel hadn't willingly participated in any experiments with Scarecrow, and there was absolutely no reason why anyone would.
"I should have died…not her." Two-Face murmured.
Dorothy looked at Scarecrow, she hadn't been in a situation where comforting was needed in a very long time. She widened her eyes, silently asking for advice. Scarecrow just shrugged. Dorothy slowly and awkwardly slipped an arm around Two-Face's shoulder and gently patted the right side of his head.
"There, there…" She muttered awkwardly.
"I just wish I could get her back…and rip Joker apart piece by piece!" The last part came out as a growl which made Dorothy jump back and cower behind Scarecrow.
"Well, er, Scarecrow and I are going to see the Wizard…if you wanna come…"
Two-Face looked up from the ground, seeming almost interested.
"The Wizard? You mean, the one in Wayne Tower?"
Dorothy nodded, "Yeah! I'm sure he could help you get Rachel back. If he's anything like people say he is."
For a second Two-Face actually looked hopeful, but the look quickly melted away. He looked back at the ground, "How do I know I can trust you?"
"Oh, er…" Dorothy muttered, "Well, I'm just a simple Arkham inmate who wants nothing more than to become sane again and Scarecrow here." She gestured to the man beside her, who was fiddling with an aerosol can. Dorothy quickly swiped it from him and threw it away. "As I was saying, Scarecrow can actually be rather hospitable, great company when he's not scaring the bejeezus out of you."
With a nod of his head, Two-Face slowly stood from the ground and turned to face Dorothy, "So, you are positive that the Wizard can help me?"
The brunette nodded, "Absolutely."
"And neither you nor Scarecrow are scamming me?"
"'Course not!"
The burnt man's face twisted into an odd looking smile and Dorothy tried her hardest not to cringe.
"Then let's do this."
The company of three started to follow the monorail tracks further into Gotham with nary an incident.
Dorothy was feeling rather safe in the company of the burnt lunatic and the fear-obsessed psychopath, neither of them had done anything to harm her recently and both made great conversation. Actually, they made good listeners, neither seemed to be big on small talk.
"So, Two-Face. What do you like to do in your spare time?" Dorothy asked.
The man to her left shrugged, "I'm all spare time."
"Uh-huh…Scarecrow. What about you?"
"Experiments." He replied without even missing a beat. Dorothy rolled her eyes, knowing that she really shouldn't have expected any other answer.
Wayne Tower still looked awfully far away and Dorothy seriously couldn't believe that someone could have been stupid enough to destroy the monorail, really, if they were a little smarter then she wouldn't have to walk the whole way. She'd been stuck in a bloody asylum almost her whole life, it's not like she was in prime physical condition.
"Hello there!"
Dorothy blinked and looked at the two men beside her. They both shrugged, it was obvious neither of them had spoken.
After taking a deep breath, the ex-inmate stared into the dark street before them and almost jumped in fright when she saw something move.
As it got closer and closer to the street lamp the three had stopped under, it became clear it was the silhouette of a man. A man wearing possibly the worst –and greenest- suit Dorothy had ever seen.
The man smirked.
"How about a riddle?"