A/N- After being MIA for God knows how long, I'm finally back....and with an update! -balloons fall from ceiling- Anyways, sorry for the long wait but this being reality and not the little superhero filled world we wish it was, a long things came up that just complicated my life and required my full attention. But those are settled and now I'm back to focusing on my favorite split-personality D.A.

So the end is coming in a few chapters and that means some serious psycho Two Face. Hope you enjoy!

It's Beginning to Get to Me

"How come you're not as hyped up about the Riddler as every other doctor in this place?" Harvey asked, his finger drumming a beat on the table.

"What do you mean?" Doctor Quinzel raised an eyebrow.

"All of the doctors are preparing for Gordon and his men to bring him here," he growled. "Everyone but you, that is."

"I don't have time for that." She dismissed the topic, looking over some papers.

"Too busy bringing work home?" he leaned forward, giving her a stern look.

All the doctor did was let out a small giggle before clearing her throat and closing the folder, adjusting the black rimmed glasses.

"Why don't you tell me about your mother," it was more of a request than a question.

"There's nothing really to tell," he sighed, waving his hand as best he could. "She took care of me, made up for everything my father wasn't, and then she died. Simple as that,"

There was a brief silence before he spoke up.

"She protected me. She would somehow always manage to calm my father, and then she would fix me. Everything was easier to deal with when she was around, then one day she wasn't there." His voice became a whisper as he stared at the table. "I realized how alone I was at her funeral."

A tear fell from his right eye, causing him to turn away. Out of the corner of his left eyes he saw Doctor Quinzel write something down before looking at her watch. Harvey knew time was up, wiping away the lone tear just as the door opened. As soon as the guard walked in, he jumped to his feet and looked away. He had learned fast not to look at his gaud if he wanted to avoid being hit, making him feel like he was dealing with his father again. The guard (he had yet to learn his name) began to drag him back to his cell, the handcuffs digging into his wrists. Harvey noticed the puzzled look on the doctor's face as he left the room, a sad smile on his face.

He landed with a loud THUD! on the concrete floor, the plexiglass sliding shut. Once he was sure the guard was gone, Harvey flipped on to his back and sighed. He brushed a hand over his left forearm, wincing at the pain from the bruise, before examining the tiny cuts on his wrists. Anger began to bubble inside him, his fists slamming to the floor.

"That guard is gonna die." Two Face hissed.

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"I heard you got my good friend Robbie," Harvey looked up to see the Joker standing next to him. "Isn't he fun?"

"Get away from me, clown." The former lawyer replied, going back to his food. "Aren't you supposed to be in your cell?"

"I cashed in my tokens for lunch with my friends," his grin grew wider.

Harvey just stared at the clown before letting out a sigh. He was starting to realize he was stuck with the Joker for as long as he was in Arkham. Silence settled between the two inmates for a moment before the ex D.A. saw the bony white fingers begin tapping the metal table, the annoying beat pushing Harvey's nerves.

"Would you stop that?!" he snapped, dropping his fork. "Honestly, you're like a child."

"Does that make you my big brother?" he raised an eyebrow.

He glared at the clown, cringing at the sound of the laughter. He shook his head when Two Face's chuckles filled his head.

"Lighten up, Harvey!" the Joker leaned forward as he took a bite of his lunch. "You need to learn to not to be so serious,"

"That's what I keep telling him, but will he listen?" his voice became harsh. "No! We need to teach Harvey how to have fun, Joker."

"Don't worry your half of the coin," the grin grew even more. "We'll get him to see the funny side of things."

"How do we do that?" Two Face asked, interested in how they were going to bring Harvey to their side.

"Ah-ah..." a chalk white finger was waved in front of his face. "Remember where planning got you?"

"It was Harvey that got nowhere, not me. Besides," he continued as he put down his cup of water. "I think somewhere in that twisted world you live in, everything you do is planned to a point."

That maniacal laughter rang out across the cafeteria, most inmates turning to look at the two inmates before going back to their own business. It took a few moments for the Joker to come down from his laughing high and once he did, he took a look at Two Face and began chuckling.

"It's nice to know your half of the brain is just as brilliant as before, if not more." The clown sighed, wiping a tear of laughter from a green eye. "By the way, I'm very close to giving Doctor Asshole back to you for that gorgeous blonde you have,"

Two Face looked up to see the smirk on the Joker's face, a small chuckle leaving his lips. The two had just enough time to finish their meal before it was time go back to their cells, the Joker opting to give the guards a hard time. Two Face shook his head as a smirk played on his lips, it seemed like that clown was the sanest person at times.

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Something was off, and they both knew it. Doctor Alan hadn't been into work in a week or so, and Harvey caught bits of conversations from passing doctors that the Joker's sessions had been cancelled by the missing doctor, which didn't make sense. So when he was dragged to his session by Robbie (the retard, as Two Face called him), Harvey was puzzled to see Doctor Quinzel and Doctor Leland waiting for him, a new doctor behind them.

"What's going on?" he looked to Doctor Quinzel, a confused expression on his face.

"," his eyes snapped to Doctor Leland. "Due to Doctor Alan dropping the Joker's case, Doctor Quinzel has been reassigned to him. Behind us is your new doctor, Doctor Jessica Slater."

Harvey just stared at them, not wanting to believe a word he had been told. Rage began to boil in his veins as his new doctor talked to him, not hearing a word she said. After a few minutes, he realized it was just him and Doctor Quinzel again.

"This is our last session together, and you've made great progress." She said softly.

"I don't like it," he finally said, not looking at her.

"I know, but someone has to treat the Joker." He caught the hint of excitement in her voice.

There was a pause as Harvey glanced at the doctor, a question in his eyes. He didn't buy Doctor Alan dropping the Joker's case; he wasn't the type of doctor to give up on an inmate. And that left one more option, a sense of nausea washing over the former lawyer.

"How did Doctor Alan die?" he could tell Doctor Quinzel knew he didn't believe Doctor Leland's story.

"The Joker finally got to him," was all she said before pausing. "He was found two days ago in his apartment."

Another moment of silence passed, Two Face noticing the small smile on Doctor Quinzel's face as she read over a file. It didn't take a genius to figure out who the file was on, he had a feeling it was coming to this.

'What do you mean?' Harvey asked.

'Harleen's been after that clown since she got here,' Two Face replied, leaning back in the chair.

'How do you know?'

"It's always been about the Joker, hasn't it?" his gruff voice broke the silence, causing the blonde's head to snap up. "He's the patient you've wanted for these last few months,"

"My goal was to get a session with him..." her voice was very guarded as she answered. "He is the challenge I was hoping for. Why?"

"I was just wondering," his shoulders went up before dropping. "No one's ever been excited about being his doctor. But I guess there's an exception to everything."

A smirk tugged at his lips as Doctor Quinzel stared at him. Now it was time to get the rest of his questions answered.

"Be honest with me Doc, did you ask for the Joker's case?"

"When I first arrived here, yes." She replied, her eyes never leaving his.

"But they said no and gave you me instead, huh?" Two Face raised his eyebrow. "What about this time? Did you see an opportunity and take it? Trade me in for something new?"

"No,"

"Is that the truth?"

"Yes."

The door opened and Doctor Quinzel rose to her feet as Two Face was jerked out of the chair, the handcuffs cutting into his wrists as Robbie tugged on them. He looked back at the blonde and gave her a smirk as he struggled to stop moving. There was something about her expression that told the criminal there was more to their conversation.

"Liar," he gave a chuckle as he allowed himself to be dragged back to his cell.

He shrugged out of the guard's grip once the handcuffs came off, the glass sliding shut. His feet began to take him around his cell, his coin flipping through the air every few seconds. It was becoming clear that pacing was Two Face's favorite activity while he was in the cell.

"Get your hands off me!" a shout broke his train of thought.

His blue eyes landed on a pair of guards dragging a man down the corridor. The green suit threw Two Face off a little, as well as the purple domino mask, but he soon recovered from the slight shock and went back to pacing.

"He doesn't stand a chance in here," he grumbled.

'Why is that?' Harvey asked.

"Did you see how small he was?!"

'Yes, but he was also heading to solitary.'

This just made Two Face stick tongue out at his slight reflection in the glass as he went to sit in the back corner. He knew soon enough him and Harvey would be there, he just needed time.

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