A/N- Wooooooooooo! I survived Ike!! Granted I lost power for 5 days and lost my fence, but I survived! And let me tell you, I was writing machine during the hurricane. I even started two more Batman stories (one about the Riddler and the other about the Joker), which might be up soon enough. But I would like to thank the reviewers who reviewed for the last chapter, even though it's been the same readers...but hey! I'd rather have a few faithful reviewers than none!

Enough rambling...enjoy this chapter!

False Pretence

Harvey could hear their yells from his room, which amazed him. They must have been yelling louder than normal if he could hear them through the brick and wood. Even though his body ached and exhaustion filled him, he refused to go to sleep. If he fell asleep, then no one would be able to comfort Kayla when she climbed out her window and through his. What was the point of being her best friend if he wasn't there when she needed him most? So the twelve year old sat on his bed and waited for the soft knocking that meant Kayla was there.

The soft rays of the morning sun and shouts of people woke him up; his body sprawled on his floor. Remembering the night before, Harvey rushed to his bedroom window and saw the cops and ambulance. He dashed down the stairs and out of his house, stopping once he pushed his way to the front of the crowd. Terror gripped him as he saw the paramedics wheel out two bodies, white sheets covering their bloodied bodies. His breath caught in his throat when the police left the house.

"You bitch!" he yelled, rushing pass the police line and towards Kayla's mother. "How could you murder them? She was my best friend...your daughter!"

A police held him back just as he was five feet away. The twelve year old struggled against the officer, tears running down his cheeks. He didn't care how much pain he was in, all that mattered was killing that woman.

'Let Big Bad Harv take care of this,' the voice said as he continued to struggle.

"Get off me!" he elbowed the officer in the gut before going after Kayla's mother again, slamming his fists on the window of the car door separating them. "I'll fucking kill you for what you did! I swear to God...!"

"She was cleared of all charges a month later," Harvey mumbled, his eyes focusing on the table. "The last time I saw her was a few days later when she was moving, she turned to me with a smug look on her face as she said it was my fault Kayla died. Half of me wanted to kill her right then and there while the other half wanted her to die the exact same way."

Harvey looked up to see Doctor Quinzel writing everything down, her expression blank. Even he couldn't deny the fact that they had made progress in the past two months, but he always couldn't deny the fact that he also seemed to be getting worse. It didn't make sense to him, but he knew it was the truth.

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Though he was focusing entirely on what he was doing, he registered a shadow fall over him. Two Face looked behind him as he continued to lift the weights, a smirk coming to his face as he saw the Joker.

"I thought you were confined to solitary?" he asked, facing ahead of him as the clown walked around him.

"I've been a good boy," he grinned, picking up the other set of weights. "I traded my gold stars for time out here."

"Glad to hear it, Joker." He grunted as his arms began to feel like they were burning. "It's about time someone got out here that I can talk to,"

"What about your significant other?"

"Harvey's no fun...you should know this." Two Face pointed out, putting the weights down as he stood in front of the clown.

There was always something about being in the gym that made Two Face come out, probably the high possibility of a fight breaking out between inmates. As he let his muscles rest, he watched as the clown brought the weights to his shoulders like it was nothing.

"So...Two Face," the Joker grinned, his green eyes boring into Two Face's blue ones. "I think that's a very appropriate name for you and Harvey. By the way, I'd like to thank you for letting me borrow your doctor."

He paused for a brief second before brining the weights up again, starting his second set on twenty bicep curls. It didn't matter that he admired the Joker; Doctor Alan was still his and Harvey's doctor...he didn't let anyone borrow him.

"Although I would much prefer the doctor you have now, Two Face." His grin grew wider. "I'm sure she would be a better choice to..."

"Just stop right there," he growled, Doctor Quinzel was also his doctor and no one else's. "She's my doctor and it'll be a long time before you get to be her patient."

"What if I traded you Doctor Asshole," he cackled as Two Face tensed. "For your current doctor?"

Without thinking, he took out his coin and flipped it. Both him and the Joker watched it fall back into his hand, his fingers curling around it for a few seconds before he opened his palm. Both pair of eyes dropped to see the burnt side facing up.

"Deal." Two Face said.

The Joker just laughed, Two Face suppressing the chills that laugh gave him. They continued their work out in silence for a few moments as the guards watched them closely.

"Can I ask you a question?" Two Face asked, ignoring the fact that it felt like acid was being pumped through his veins.

"Depends," Two Face noticed how, even though the clown was breathing hard, there was no trace of sweat.

"Your skin...how did it get like that?" he asked, needing to put out his and Harvey's curiosity. "It's only fair. You know how I got half of my face burnt off..."

"I fell into a vat of chemicals," a dark tone took over his voice as his grin dropped (as best as it could, anyways) and his eyes took on a dark shade. "Another reason why Basty needs to die."

He opened his mouth to say something, a sharp whistle cutting across the gym as the guards ushered the inmates back to their cells. The guards that had been standing near by rushed over to them, snapping handcuffs on the Joker before they man-handled him out of the gym. There was something about that clown that Two Face liked, but he just didn't know what.

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He sat on his bed, his head buried in his knees as the tears fell from his eyes. Harvey never understood why it happened to him and it's not like anyone noticed. When he was bullied at school, it was a built in excuse for the bruises or whatever injuries he had received at home. That night had been far worse than anything he could recall. He was sure a few of his ribs were cracked or something like that.

The thirteen year old carefully slid off his bed and looked at himself in the mirror. A black eye from school, a busted lip from his father, and a small cut near his ear from school. He gingerly peeled off his shirt, examining the marks on his skin. Most of those were from the 'quality time' with his father. His blue eyes soaked in the countless bruises on his torso and the slight swell near his rib cage. Harvey found himself softly trace the scar that ran from his left shoulder to the middle of his chest, wincing at the sharp pain he felt; it was only a few days old.

His teachers never asked where he got the bruises and cuts from. And he didn't blame them. When he was bullied in front of teachers and picked on, it made sense that they just assumed his injuries came from the fights he got in. And he was good at hiding the mental injuries he received; it was easy to pretend you were alright when you had no friends.

The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs caused him to jump to his bed, pulling the covers over him. If he pretended he was asleep, his father wouldn't do anything...unless he was really drunk. Harvey squeezed his eyes shut as the footsteps passed his door, the door to his father's room slammed shut. He let out a soft sigh as he sat up in his bed, rubbing the oncoming headache.

"He was sick and twisted," Two Face growled as he glared at the wall behind Doctor Quinzel, slamming his handcuffed fists on to the table. "Harvey was never man enough to stand up to him, but Big Bad Harv...that was a different story. Granted the beatings were worse when he took over, but at least he didn't take that bastard's shit!"

Both he and Harvey had decided that it was time to reveal his childhood to the doctor, she had proved herself trustworthy. He had even told her about Big Bad Harv, and that had been an interesting session.

"No one knew what he was doing to you?" she asked, disgust in her voice.

"We came to school with bruises and everyone assumed they were from Ralph or whoever was fighting us." He shrugged. "We came home with new bruises, and our father just assumed it was from the pervious night's beating."

He paused as the blonde wrote down everything he had just said, not missing the flash of achievement across her face. There was a moment of silence in the room as Doctor Quinzel continued to scribble in her notes, Two Face beating out a rhythm on the table. There were a few things that had been hard to talk about, but both Two Face and Harvey had their own reasons for telling her; Two Face's motives were more focused to prove a theory he had had for the last few weeks.

"You'd be surprised at how corrupt the world is," his voice broke the silence, causing the doctor's head to jerk up and look at him.

"What do you mean?" she asked, setting her pen down.

"The human race is so...complex. One minute we can be compassionate and caring, and then the next we can be cold and spiteful." Two Face continued, giving a glance at his doctor. "Humans are such amazing actors, really we are. For example, there was a friend of Harvey's who shouldn't have passed her classes but she did. And while no one had proof, everyone believed she fucked for those grades."

He paused and noticed how uncomfortable Doctor Quinzel looked, even as she tried to hide it. He had to fight the urge to laugh at her.

'What's the point of this?' Harvey's voice spoke up, not catching on.

'You'll see, Harvey.'

"So she gets accepted to this place, she wouldn't tell Harvey. In fact, she didn't talk much about her job...except how much she hated it. But no one she worked with knew this, and so she goes on and pretends she loves the job and everything else." Two Face continued, his joy building at the subtle things the blonde did. "We haven't heard from her in a long time, but we think she's only working at wherever it is she works at because it's her way to fame. To get her name out there and prove something to everyone who knew she shouldn't have gotten her degree.

"It's so easy for people to pretend they care about other people, but the truth is, they don't give a shit." The door opened, and Two Face found himself being led out of the room. "But remember this, Doc..."

He came to a halt as the guard dragged him out of the door, his handcuffed hands gripping the edge of the door frame as he looked at Doctor Quinzel. A smirk dried on his face (or what was left of his face) as he saw the blonde doctor get to her feet nervously, their blue eyes meeting each other.

"Nothing ever goes to plan, which is why it's better to not have plans." He found himself repeating the exact words that clown had told him, or somewhat close to what the Joker had told him. "Anyone can be good at hiding their true motives for doing anything, but there will always be someone who can see through you."

He let go of the door frame, stumbling into the guard who had been pulling him from the door. Two Face knew he had gotten to her, knowing he had hit a nerve.

'That was a bullshit story, Two Face! And you know it!' Harvey spoke up again once they were thrown back into the cell. 'I never knew anyone like that,'

"True, but that just gave me even more proof of what I've been thinking about dear Harleen Quinzel." Two Face sneered as he sat on the cot. "But I don't think we're the patients she wants to use,"

'Then who?'

"A certain friend of mine..." Two Face leaned up against the wall, smiling to himself for his cleverness.