A/N- Time for another update! I would just like to point out that this story has been doing a lot better than I thought...true it only has 6 reviews, but all of the reviews are positive and say they want me to continue. So for those of you who are reading this story and not reviewing, you should review because I really would love to hear your thoughts on how this going...and any suggestions you may have. Because when it comes down to it, I write these things for you guys...so yeah.

And keep in mind, I'm basing Harvey's background off the comic books...I just want to remind you all of that. Anyways, enough of the author's note….enjoy the chapter!

Just My Luck

They had kept him in the straitjacket when he was told he had a visitor, and confusion had immediately flooded him. As Harvey was led down to the visiting room, both sides of him kept trying to figure out who would visit him. Who knew he was alive apart from...

"Gordon." He greeted as he sat down at the small table across from Gotham's new commissioner.

"Not use to having visitors, Harvey?" he asked, and Harvey rolled his eyes.

"You wouldn't be either if everyone thought you had died." He spat.

"True," he let out a small chuckle, but it was more of an awkward chuckle then anything else.

"Why are you here?" Harvey knew there was no real reason for him to be here.

"I wanted to see how well you recovered,"

"It took me two months, but everything's fine now." He muttered, remembering the days of physical therapy to increase the chance of him walking after the fall. "How's the family, Jim?"

Half of him delighted in the tense silence that followed the question, loving the way Gordon's fists balled slightly. Harvey fought the smirk that wanted to dry on to his face, knowing it would do anything but help him. Truth be told, he enjoyed talking to another person who wasn't trying to figure out what made him tick.

"Any new nutcases running around Gotham?" he knew the subject needed to be changed, much to Two Face's disappointment.

"When isn't there someone running around Gotham?" they both shared a laugh, but it quickly died out. "He calls himself The Riddler, you can obviously figure out what his calling card is."

"With a name like that, anyone could." Harvey agreed, recalling hearing something about this guy a few days ago. "Has he done anything...significant?"

"He's blown up some buildings, robbed a few banks...the normal for this city." Gordon waved his hand as if this sort of thing happened every day, which it did in a way.

"Any idea who he is?"

"Not yet, but we're working on that."

"When you say we, you mean you and the bat?" the former lawyer couldn't help the bitterness that crawled through his throat.

"Yes," Gordon nodded his head, his eyes flickering to the left side of his face. "I should be going."

"Probably, people'll wonder why you're going to Arkham as a visitor."

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The sound of footsteps reached Harvey's ears and he sat up in his bed, his eyes trained to the corridor on the other side of the plexiglass. As the footsteps drew nearer, the sound of whistling joined the footfall and he relaxed as he recognized the whistling. There was only one doctor who could still whistle a happy tune in Arkham, and Harvey couldn't help but smile.

"You still up Harvey?" that all too familiar voice asked him as the owner stopped in front of his cell.

"I was sleeping, but you make too much noise when you walk down the hall." He joked. "Aren't you supposed to be home, Doctor Alan?"

"I was on my way, in fact." The doctor replied.

Doctor Alan had been Harvey's doctor since he arrived at Arkham (up until a few weeks ago) and there was a sort of friendship between the two. Doctor Steven Alan was a good natured man, laid back and very understanding; the best of the best at Arkham Asylum. Harvey remembered the first time he met the doctor and was surprised that Two Face found him trust worthy.

"How are your sessions with Doctor Quinzel going?" he asked, bringing the former lawyer back to the present.

"The same as our first few sessions went,"

"Except for the fact Two Face showed himself to her earlier than he did to me." He pointed out, smoothing back his dark hair.

"Well, he finds her..." Harvey sighed, realizing he still didn't know why his other half did that. "He won't tell me."

There was a moment's silence between the two, Harvey taking the opportunity to look over his previous doctor. He noticed the bags under his eyes, how much paler he looked than before, and the over all exhausted feeling he was giving.

'Looks like someone's been troubling Stevie, Harvey.' Two Face noted, a hint of jealousy in his voice. 'Only I'm allowed to do that!'

'Jealous?' Harvey asked, raising his eyebrow.

"You okay, Harv?" Doctor Alan asked, catching the brief flash of anger in his face.

"My other half has been so kind as to point out that you look bothered, and..." Harvey began.

"He's jealous." The doctor finished, knowing Harvey 'Two Face' too well. "Doesn't surprise me though. He's very possessive, destructive..."

"I know. I have to deal with him all the time, remember?" Harvey cut off as he felt that half of him grow irritated. "How come you left my case?"

"I didn't leave the case, Harvey. I was moved to another one," he replied and Harvey caught the hint of frustration in his voice. "The curse of being the best at what you do, you get assigned to the world's greatest psychopathic criminals."

The two shared a laugh and Harvey couldn't help but noticed how drained his friend was. Once they recovered from their laughter, he walked over to the glass and stared at Doctor Alan.

"So...who's the lucky criminal?"

"The Joker." Was all he said, his grip tightening on the folder that Harvey knew contained his notes of the clown. "I should be getting home, otherwise I'll spend the whole night here."

Harvey watched him turn down the corridor and vanish from sight, the whistling fading out. Sighing, he went back to the cot and sat on the edge while he stared at the concrete floor.

'You know he won't last with the Joker.' Two Face pointed out.

"Doctor Alan's the best, if anyone can crack that freak it's him." Harvey shot back, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress.

'The Joker's as much of a freak as you are, Harvey. The two of you are one in the same,' Two Face laughed as Harvey's grip tightened. 'That clown is the whole reason we're in here, Harv! If he can split our brain in half, than who knows what can do with Stevie...'

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"We were never close. The only time we talked was when he gave me money for dinner, a few hours on my birthday, and during our 'quality time'." Harvey told Doctor Quinzel, his eyes focused on the metal table.

"What do you mean by quality time?" she asked, her pen resting next to her notes.

"Every night he forced me into spending time with him. It went on for as long as he wanted it to..."

Harvey curled into a ball, his face buried in the space his knees had created. Tears stained his cheeks and his throat was raw from all the yelling and crying he had done in the last hour and half. His father towered over him, the smell of alcohol clinging to him and Harvey tried his best not to gag.

"Have you had enough, Harv?" his father growled, taking a few steps closer to the cowering 9 year old. "I think you have, but then again...I also think you haven't."

Harvey didn't say anything, he just stayed in the position he was in and waited. He missed his mother during these times, they never lasted this long when she had been alive. There was silence and the boy knew what was going to happen next.

"Why don't we let chance decide if you've had enough? Look at me, Harvey. LOOK AT ME DAMN IT!" Harvey's head snapped up to see his father run his lucky coin through his fingers. "Heads, we continue. Tails, you go to your room. Sound fair?"

Harvey just stared at him, too afraid to answer him.

"Answer me, Harvey!" his father yelled.

"Y...y...y...yes, s...s...sir." He stammered, his blue eyes wide with fear as he watched the coin flip through the air.

"Looks like luck's not with you tonight, Harv." His father sneered, and all Harvey did was go back to cowering.

"He flipped a coin to decide weather we were done or not." Harvey said, refusing to tell her what their quality time consisted of.

"Do you think that has anything to do with your inability to make decisions?" Doctor Quinzel asked, her pen scratching away at the paper.

"Yes," he muttered. "That coin decided everything when it came to me."

"What about your mother? Didn't you ever spend time with her?"

"I spent all my time with her, we were close. I even remember she took me to the zoo when I was five. We came home that night, and I was sent up to my room when her and my father began yelling at each other." He recalled. "She died when I was eight. After that, I was alone."

"You had your father though." The blonde pointed out, clearly trying to learn as much about his childhood as she could.

"It's like I said, Doctor...we weren't close. I was so glad the day I left for college," he smiled at the memory. "I took his lucky coin, left that house, and I never looked back. He could have died years ago for all I care, I never want to see that bastard again."

"Why do you think you have all this bitterness towards him?" she asked, fixing her baby blue eyes on him.

"That's your job, Doctor Quinzel. You tell me why you think I do,"

"I don't know, you won't tell me." The blonde pointed out, and Harvey could hear Two Face's chuckle.

'Isn't she the smart one, Harvey?'

"Maybe it's because he beat you," Doctor Quinzel suggest, shrugging her shoulders as she leaned forward. "It may be he was the type of the father that put work before his family. Or maybe he wasn't a bad guy at all, you just blame him for everything."

Harvey didn't say anything, he just continued to stare at the table. There were a million different things he could say to her, but none came to mind. He felt the beginnings of a headache, and doubled over as it grew in strength.

"Mr.Dent?" Doctor Quinzel got to her feet, a worried expression on her face.

"Maybe you should just mind your own damn business, Doc." Two Face snapped, glaring at her. "Why don't you just let us tell you about our childhood when we're damn well ready to?"

He watched as she took a step back at the sudden harshness of his voice, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the slight fear in her eyes. She glanced down to her watch and looked back up at him.

"I think we'll continue this next week, Two Face." She replied, gathering up her notes as the heavy metal door opened.

"I'm impressed, Harleen." He sneered, getting to his feet. "You can tell the difference between me and Harvey, not many people can do that. Can't wait for next time, Doc."

He was led out of the room and back to his cell, grabbing his coin and immediately began pacing. Every time a member of the Arkham staff passed his cell, they marveled at how he did nothing but pace; stopping to flip his coin every now and then before pacing again.

It was obvious Harvey Dent wasn't having any luck that day.