A/N- Yes, I'm alive! I was gonna give up on this story, but then I remembered all the hard work I had put into this and I re-read the reviews and saw I had two new ones begging me (okay, not so much begging) to continue this. Which means that maybe there's hope for this after all. So thanks everyone (if you guys are still interested in this story, that is) for sticking with me and so on.

I would also like to point out that if I don't update for a while, it isn't cos I've given up again...it's cos I'm either working on a new story I have in the works or I'm trying to figure out why my Joker/Harley Quinn story is a fail before it even got started. Anyways…-deep breath-

Enjoy!

Gives You Hell

'You do know what's going to happen once we're rehabilitated, right?' Two Face sneered as Harvey paced around his cell.

"Yes. You go away and I can go back to being normal," Harvey replied, his fist clenched around his coin.

'You think it's that simple to be normal? I'm always gonna be there, waiting for you to snap.' This made Harvey grit his teeth and pace faster. 'You'll never be normal, Harvey. Even if, by some miracle you get rid of me, that coin...'

The former lawyer stopped his pacing and stared at the coin, realization dawning on him as he thought over what his other half had said. That coin had made every decision for him, more so now than before the accident. Every decision was made with the coin, that's how it had always been. And to change that now...

"C'mon, Dent." He was snapped out of his thoughts by the gruff voice of the guard, handcuffs encircling his wrists. "Time for your session,"

Harvey allowed the guard to lead him to the room, even though he knew the route like the back of his hand. As soon as the door opened, the guard left Harvey inside the room and locked the door.

'Looks like they're lengthening our leash, Harvey.' Two Face chuckled as he walked to his chair, surprised that Doctor Quinzel was already there.

"Hello, ." she greeted, Harvey immediately noticing the black rimmed glasses on her face.

"I didn't think you wore glasses," he replied as he sat down.

"Oh...I forgot to order more contacts, so it's back to these for a while." She explained, giving a nervous laugh. "I think we should talk about your coin,"

As he looked at her, he struggled to get his coin out of the pocket of the standard inmate jumpsuit. The room's silence was broken for a brief second as the coin clattered against the metal table. Doctor Quinzel looked up from the folder of notes to get as good of a look at the coin as she could.

"What do you want to know?" he asked, tapping the coin on the table.

"Whatever you want to tell me,"

'She's catching on, Harvey.'

"It was my father's lucky coin originally," he sighed, holding back the shutter as he recalled the past. "That coin made every decision when it came down to what I wanted and what he wanted. Sometimes he used it to take advantage of me, but I didn't know it was two sided until I took it."

"Do you think that may be why you find it hard to make a decision?" she asked, her pen continuing to move across the paper.

"That and my mental state," he shrugged, running the coin between his thumb and forefinger. "I thought that once I moved out I would be able to make my own choices, but that would make me happy. There's only one serious decision that the coin made for me that I'm happy with,"

"And that would be..." the doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Getting a date with Rachel Dawes." A brief smile came to his face, but disappeared just as quickly.

"You didn't want to be a lawyer?" she fixed her glasses as her pen scribbled across the paper.

"I wanted to be a teacher, believe it or not." He chuckled, his eyes glancing to the table. "I told my father that when I was thirteen, but he didn't like that."

"What do you mean, ?"

"I didn't invest all this money in you," a fist connected with his already bruised jaw. "Just for you to be a God damn teacher!"

Harvey stumbled back as another series of punches hit him. He backed into the wall as his father continued the attack, giving a few kicks to his son's rib cage and stomach. There was a pause (signaling the coin flip) before the beating continued. Tears were in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall as he leaned into the wall, his knees about to give out. A sharp pain shot up from his leg and he dropped to the floor, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Since before you were born, Harvey..." his father kneeled down over the crumpled body of his son. "I've been putting money away to help you become a lawyer. Now...do you still want to be a teacher, knowing about the amount of money I've spent on you?"

Harvey knew what answer his father was looking for, what answer would (hopefully) stop the beating. But he didn't want to be a lawyer; he had no desire to help scum like Kayla's mother (and his father) get away with their crimes. He wanted to help people, not criminals.

"Answer me, you little shit!" his father roared, sending a foot to the thirteen year old's face.

"I w...w...want...wanna be a...teacher..." he panted, holding his bleeding nose as he readied himself for another hit.

The child chanced a look up at his father, shocked to see him staring at his lucky coin (Harvey's unlucky coin) with a soft smile.

"Heads, you become a lawyer." He said, ready to flip the coin. "Tails, you get to be a teacher."

"Why do you always rely on luck?" his voice was muffled as he held his nose, blood running down his chin.

He watched the coin flip in the air, landing on the back of his father's hand.

"I don't, Harvey." He grinned as he held up the coin. "I make my own luck. Now go clean yourself up,"

The thirteen year old struggled to his feet, stumbling a little as the spell of dizziness hit him. Once he saw his father's glare, he limped as fast as he could up to his room. Harvey collapsed against his closed door, his breathing ragged and his vision blurring from the pain that seized his body. When he remembered their 'quality' time that was to come later that evening, the tears fell from his blue eyes.

There was another silence as Harvey set the coin down and watched Doctor Quinzel write his story down. The moment seemed to drag on as the two just stared at each other, the intensity of the memory hanging over their heads.

"I took the coin from him the day I left for college." His voice was just above a whisper.

"Why take it if the memories are as bad as you say?"

"I thought everything would be better if I separated him from it," his eyes went back to the coin, turning it over so the scarred side faced him.

"And was it?" she raised an eyebrow, her voice just as soft as his.

"No." bitterness filled his voice. "I just started to use it,"

"..." Doctor Quinzel's voice trailed off as the door opened, signaling their session was over.

"See you next week, Doctor Quinzel." Harvey put the coin back in his pocket as he got to his feet, following the guard back to his cell.

He waited for the door to slide shut before yelling at the top of his lungs, not caring that he blended in with the other inmates.

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"Hello, Stevie." Two Face sneered as soon as he saw Doctor Alan approach his cell, his voice causing the doctor to stop walking and face him. "You look like shit,"

"You would too if the Joker was your patient." The dark haired man snapped, shaking his head after a second. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. It's just that clown has been driving me insane! But I refuse to let him get under my skin,"

"Apparently he already has, Doc." He pointed out, a hint of jealousy in his voice; only he was allowed to make Doctor Alan like this! "Tell me something, Doc...would you be willing to change back to our case?"

"No!" his voice was firm as he turned to leave. "I'm not giving up on him, no matter how 'untreatable' he is."

"What if you become a victim of the Joker?" Two Face's voice echoed off the corridor walls, but Doctor Alan just ignored him.

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The pool tables had been removed since the incident, but that didn't stop Doctor Arkham from assigning more guards to the recreation room. A sigh passed Harvey's lips as he stared at the dull grey floor, arms crossed over his chest while he leaned against one of the walls. Things had been different with him since his session with Doctor Quinzel; he found himself having more and more conversations with Two Face.

'You take one step forward and two steps back,' Two Face pointed out, and it was not what Harvey wanted to hear at that moment. 'You can't pretend forever, Harvey. We both know these so called doctors can't help us...admit I'm right, Harvey.'

"Shut up!" he hadn't meant to say it out loud, it just slipped. "What are you looking at?"

"I...I...uh...er...n...nuttin'." an inmate stuttered before quickly walking away.

'Someone's a little cranky today,'

'I swear Two Face, if you don't shut it...'

"Dent!" he looked up to see the professor walking towards him.

"Joy...you're back." Harvey rolled his eye and turned to walk away.

"I don't think so," Crane's hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. "We have business to finish...and since I don't have my fear gas,"

Harvey braced himself for a punch, quickly ducking from Crane's grip as the bell cut across the room while the professor called after him. He never thought he would be so happy to see his cell.

'We could've taken him,' Two Face spoke up as soon as he entered the cell.

"You may want to end up in solitary, but I don't." he growled as he flung himself on to the cot.

'You know what your problem is, Harvey? You don't know how to have fun.'

"Yeah, okay." He scoffed. "And you're just the epitome of fun, right?"

'No...that's the Joker, not me.'

"How could I forget? That clown just oozes fun." He shook his head.

Two Face's laughter filled his head at that comment, which only fueled Harvey's irritation. As the laughter continued, the former lawyer clutched his head in hopes that it would go away. When it was obvious Two Face had no plans to leave him alone, a yell forced its way up his throat. This only made the laughter in his head louder.

"That's it!" Harvey growled as he grabbed the coin, flipping it. "See that? It means you shut the hell up, Two Face!"

He was holding up the unscarred side to his face, sighing in relief at the silence.

'You'll see things my way soon enough, Harvey.' His other half muttered. 'Give it time,'