A/N- I have a feeling this story is turning into a slow epic fail (not surprising...ugh!), or it could simply be the fact that everyone is still on Joker-high. Don't get me wrong, I am too...but there are too many post-TDK Joker stories right now and Harvey/Two Face needs love too. Anyways, I posting this chapter (despite the lack of feedback) because hurricane Ike is suppose to hit my house tonight (joy! –rolls eyes-) and it's a sealed deal that I'll lose power for a number of days, so I wanted to post this before that happened. Damn you, Ike! –shakes fists at worsening weather outside the window-
So I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and please give me some feedback. Let me know if writing is a lost cause...If it is, I want to know so I fail a class for no reason.
Enjoy!
Revolution
The day had been exhausting for the former lawyer (any day he had to deal with Professor Crane was exhausting), but he couldn't sleep. It didn't bother him that the coin hadn't been in his favor, but it bothered Two Face that Harvey wasn't bothered. At the current moment, Harvey had found himself having a late night work-out session. He silently kept count of the number push-ups he had done, a few grunts escaping his throat as he continued.
'Planning on breaking out, Harvey?' Two Face's voice filled his head.
"Just wanna...keep in...in shape..." he managed to get out, making sure not to lose count.
'You have time for that during the day. There's only one reason for the extra...'
"You say you wanna a revolution, well you know we all wanna change the world." The soft singing echoed through the empty corridor, just loud enough to be heard through the plexiglass. "You tell me that it's evolution, well you know we all wanna change the world. But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out? Don't you know it's gonna be alright?"
"Really?" Harvey's voice was just loud enough for Doctor Quinzel to jerk her head towards his cell, one headphone in an ear while the top of her iPOD was barely visible in the pocket of her slacks.
This was the latest he had seen her at Arkham. He quickly pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the glass, the doctor pausing her music and taking out the remaining headphone.
"Fan of the Beatles?" he asked.
"Who isn't?" she countered with a small smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr.Dent."
"Why here?" he wondered as he began to walk away. "You could have worked anywhere else, so why Arkham?"
"I wanted a challenge," Doctor Quinzel answered, shifting to her other foot. "And I knew Arkham Asylum was the only place to provide that challenge."
"You'll never get out of here," he muttered, letting himself sit on the ground. "No one does. They always come back in the end,"
There was a silence as his words sunk in, a small frown replacing the smile.
"Is that going to happen to you?" she asked, crouching so she was at his eye level.
"Most likely. Most of the doctors think I'm hopeless." He chuckled at the confused expression on her face. "I hear them as they walk by, when they think no one can hear them."
"You're not hopeless, Mr.Dent." Doctor Quinzel declared as she got to her feet. "I will make sure you're rehabilitated, I promise. Good night."
"Thank you," but she was out of ear-shot.
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"How are we today, Dent?"
"Go away, Crane." Harvey growled, focusing on his food. "Isn't it bad enough I had to deal with you yesterday?"
Harvey looked up at the sound of laughter, clenching his fists as Crane continued to laugh. If anyone deserved to be in maximum security, it was the professor. But as it had been pointed out before, he was harmless without his fear toxic; neither Harvey nor Two Face believed that.
"I haven't seen your friend around since the other day," Crane pointed out, taking a bite of his food. "Where is he?"
"What friend?" he wasn't sure if meant Two Face or not.
"You know...white skin, always grinning, green hair..." the former lawyer let out a sigh of frustration at the mention of the clown. "You know who, Dent. How come he hasn't been to play?"
"Do I look like his keeper?" Harvey snapped, blue eyes glaring at the scrawny professor. "He killed three guards, where do you think?"
"You killed one, and you're still here." He pointed out.
"And if you don't leave me alone, you're gonna be a dead man too!" Two Face hissed, his fists grabbing the collar of the orange jumpsuit and pulling him over the table.
"Unless you want to relive your greatest fears, I suggest you let me go Dent."
"You don't have your fear toxic shit..."
"So you think," he smirked as he raised his arm, Two Face ducking just as a spray of gas passed over his head and right into the face of a passing guard.
Two Face twisted his body to see the guard drop to the ground as he yelled about bees, covering his face as he rolled around. It was only a matter of seconds before Crane was dragged away, another set of guards carrying the twisting guard away. Even though the guard was gone, his screams were still ringing in Two Face's ears.
The rest of his lunch was spent in silence.
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"I heard you managed to avoid Professor Crane's fear toxic today." Doctor Quinzel said as soon as the door closed, Harvey lifting his head to look at her. "Lucky you,"
"How do you figure?" he asked.
"The guard who received the gas was committed today. That would have been a major set back on your case," she explained. "Any idea why he would do something that?"
"He hates me, plain and simple." Was all he said, knowing it had something to do with his other half.
'What makes you think that, Harvey? Everyone loves me...' Two Face snickered.
The room was filled with silence, Harvey looking at the metal table while Doctor Quinzel wrote a few things down. As the silence continued, more and more of Harvey's thoughts went to his conversation the pervious night with the blonde doctor.
"Were you assigned my case, or did you pick it?" he asked, wanting to break the silence.
"I picked it," she answered, not looking up from her notes. "Your case was...different, Mr.Dent. Only half of you is criminally insane, the other half is completely sane. It's a challenge when only half of a patient wants to be helped. Just the kind of challenge I was looking for,"
"Then I bet you would love to be the Joker's doctor," Harvey smirked, leaning back in his chair.
"I've been doing research, and it's...caught my interest." The doctor shrugged as she put down her pen. "Anyways, this is about you. Any more you want to tell me about your relationship with your father?"
"Not really," he replied, ignored the snide comments Two Face was making. "I'll talk about anything but that."
"Why?"
"I just don't want to," Harvey answered with as best of a shrug as he could give from under the straitjacket. "I don't want to talk about it now."
"Okay, what about your friends? Or school?" Doctor Quinzel prompted, her pen ready to write anything he said.
"I didn't really have friends growing up, it wasn't until college that I made friends. I was that weird quite kid no one wanted to talk to unless it was for answers for the assignment or homework, you know the kid I'm talking about." He began, Two Face laughing at how the doctor looked away. "You were one of the kids who only talked to people like me because you didn't do the work, weren't you?"
"Why don't you tell me more about school?" she avoided the question, but Harvey knew he was right.
They had cornered him as soon as the teacher had left the room, the whole class crowding around his desk as Ralph leaned over his desk. Harvey knew that smirk all too well, his body already tensing for the attack he knew would come.
"C'mon, Harvey. Why don't you tell us what makes you better than us," Ralph laughed, gesturing to the other fifteen fourth graders.
"I'm not better than you, Ralph." Harvey muttered, casting his eyes back to his desk.
"Hear that guys? He's not better...then how come you never talk to any of us?" he leaned further over the desk, his hand clamping around the collar of Harvey's shirt. "You just sit here and ignore everyone. You always get the answers right...and you never even join in a game of kickball. Why is that, Harv?"
Harvey knew what Ralph wanted to hear, but he wasn't about to give him that satisfaction. All eyes were on him as he sat there, his hand gripping the pencil that had been under the desk.
"What's the matter, Harvey?" Ralph gave the smaller boy a good shake when he didn't get an answer. "We're all waiting to hear what the all might Harvey Dent has to say! Isn't that right?"
There was a murmur of agreement from the surrounding classmates, anger boiling inside of Harvey at how no one tried to stop his humiliation.
"Did Daddy tell you not to talk to other kids? Does he beat you when you don't listen to him?"
"Shut up, Ralph." The blonde whispered, his grip tightening on the pencil.
"Or did Big Bad Harv tell you not to talk to us?" Ralph chuckled, pulling Harvey closer to his face. "Does that voice in your head keep you from being normal? Or do you like having imaginary friends?"
"I mean it," he warned through gritted teeth, his eyes glancing at the other fourth graders.
"Since our good pal Harvey won't tell us why he acts this way, I will. And who better to tell the truth than his next door neighbor?" Ralph looked over his shoulder as he gave a grin to his friends and a wink to a few of the girls in the class. "The reason why Harvey Dent doesn't join us for kickball, ignores us, and is just plain old strange is because he's crazy. True story, he's a certified loony!"
There was a eruption of screams as a pencil was lodged into Ralph's arm, blood pouring from the wound. He dropped Harvey as he fell backwards, yells of pain leaving his throat. It didn't take long for the blonde to be sent to the principal's office, a strange calm expression on his face as he face her.
"I don't regret what I did," his voice was void of any emotion, a dark look in his eyes. "Ralph deserved it."
Harvey looked up at Doctor Quinzel, the sound of her pen on the paper breaking the silence. He waited for to stop writing before he continued.
"That was the day I found I was bipolar." He concluded. "But the funny thing is, I don't remember putting the pencil in his arm or even talking to the principal."
"Then how do you know all this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I was told that night by my father," he suppressed a shutter at the memory of that night.
"Well, we're out of time." The doctor announced, getting to her feet. "I'll see you next week, Mr.Dent."
I would love feedback for this chapter...cos write now I'm writing chapter 8 and I want if I need to stop cos nobody likes this. Thanks.
S.M.Hoffman