A/N- Wow, it has been a while since I updated this. But it's all cool cos this is coming to an end at either chapter 12 or 13...or maybe even 14 as an epilouge. Anyways, sorry for the wait but hopefully this chapter will make up for it.

Aslo, sorry for the short chapter, the next one is longer I promise.

Judas

They had been sitting in the time for a good twenty minutes, Doctor Slater asking questions and Harvey not answering. Every time the dark haired woman would stop talking, he would flip his coin and stare at her.

"I know you don't like this, ." her voice broke the silence. "But you'll be out of here soon. All you need to do is talk to me..."

"Why?" he cut her off, the coin falling on to the table. "So I can be relocated and given a new name? Everyone thinks I'm dead, Doctor! There is nothing out there for me!"

"Mr. Dent..." there was a tremor in her voice.

"No!" he slammed his fists down on the table, his voice now gruff. "We're done trying to pretend that we can live a normal life, Doc. Normal is out of reach for us; it always has been."

Doctor Slater opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and Two Face got to his feet. Before Robbie had a chance to grab his shoulder, he made his way towards to the door and to his cell, the guard finally getting a hold of his handcuffs and dragging him down the corridor. The screams and yells of the other inmates matching the yells of Harvey inside in his head, the yells becoming vocal as soon as he was in the cell.

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"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame. Darling, you give love a bad name." her voice woke him from the light sleep he had managed to catch. "I played my part, and you played your game. Darling, you give love a bad name."

"Bon Jovi?" Harvey sat p in his bed just as Doctor Quinzel walked pass, turning to face him at the sound of his voice.

"I grew up listening to them," she took out the one earpiece before walking up to the plexiglass. "Plus I listen to them when I'm in a good mood."

"And why are you in a good mood?" he raised his eyebrow.

"Because I had my first session with the Joker."

"I take it things went good?"

She didn't have to say anything; the smile on her face said it all. Harvey found it amusing how excited she was, no one got that excited over the clown.

"I have a good feeling that I'm gonna be the one who gets through to him." Doctor Quinzel's voice dripped with determination. "He will be rehabilitated, I swear on my life."

"Just be careful, Doctor. Arkham's already lost one good doctor, this place can't afford to lose another one." The ex-D.A. explained, his gaze on the floor. "Otherwise there'll be no one else who actually cares about people like me."

A small smile appeared on her face as she placed the earpiece back in.

"That won't happened, Mr. Dent." she reassured him. "I'm a lot tougher than others. When you trained for the Olympics in gymnastics, you get use to people trying to break you."

"I hope so, for your sake." He muttered as she scrolled through her i-POD.

"G'night!" she waved as she made her way down the corridor. "In my day dreams, in my sleep, infatuation turning into disease. You could cure me, see all you have to do now is try. Give it your best shot, and try. All I'm asking is for is love, but you never seem to have enough."

He just shook his head and let out a small chuckle. It amazed him that Doctor Quinzel had remained...happy after working at Arkham for three months, where most doctors couldn't remain happy for three minutes.

'She's different than the others though,' Two Face pointed out as Harvey laid down.

"I know, she has to be if she can that happy after a session with the Joker." He replied, his blue eyes focused on the ceiling. "If everyone in this hell hole was like her, I may have some faith in humanity."

'If everyone here was like her, we wouldn't like her Harvey.'

That was true, but he wouldn't admit it. A sigh escaped him as he realized that Two Face was now up, his hand grabbing the coin off the small table by the bed. Harvey sat up as his other half chuckled, a sense of loathing filling him.

"Can you just pretend..." the former lawyer began as he prepared to flip his lucky coin.

'Nope! I'm wide awake now,' Two Face cut off, causing Harvey's side of their face to frown.

Their eyes followed the flipping coin through the air, fingers curling around it before it was slapped on to the other hand. Harvey slowly lifted his hand stared at the side facing up.

"So sorry, Harvey." Two Face snickered. "Better luck next time."

'Bastard,' Harvey muttered.

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The insane laughter alerted Harvey of his presence before he even saw the clown. He didn't look up until the Joker was sitting across from him, a scowl on his face.

"I know what you did," he muttered before taking a bite of his breakfast.

"I've done a lot of things, Harv." The grinning inmate replied. "So, which thing are you talking about?"

"Doctor Alan." Was all he said.

"I didn't kill him, Harvey! My hands are clean," he held up his hands with a mock look of innocence. "Stevie killed himself."

"Because of you," it was obvious he was trying to keep his voice down.

"Are you saying I'm the one who told him to put the shot gun in his mouth and pull the trigger?" there was some amusement in his voice.

"I don't know what you did, but he's dead because of you." He growled, glaring at him. "If Doctor Quinzel is next on your list..."

Harvey stopped at the expression on the Joker's face, his finger tapping his chin in thought. The talk of the other inmates broke the silence between them. There was something about the clown's expression that put Harvey on edge, it was almost as if...

"I have no intentions of doing anything to Doctor Quinzel," his eyes widened in mock hurt at what the ex-D.A. had suggested. "She's...fun."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean Harleen Quinzel is the perfect candidate for my experiment," his grin grew more. "The perfect pawn for my game."

"And what game would that be?" Two Face asked, his interest caught.

"You'll have to wait and see, my little schizophrenic friend." The Joker reached across the table and patted the top of Two Face's head, much to his irritation. "For now...I'll see if you can spot the difference, Harvey."

The two ate silence in silence for a moment, Harvey and Two Face trying to figure out what the clown had up his sleeve.

'Of course,' Harvey pointed out. 'It is the Joker, he could be just going along with everything.'

"I doubt it." Two Face muttered, his blue eyes snapping up at the sound of the clown's laughter. "What?"

"Having a talk with your better half about me?" he raised an eyebrow as his laughter becoming chuckling.

"Shut up." He growled, looking back at his tray.

"Of course, Two Face." The Joker smirked. "Anything you say..."

The bell went off, signaling it was the end of breakfast, but it still couldn't drown out that maniacal laugh. Two Face was led back to his cell, where all he did was wait.

'What are you waiting for?' Harvey's voice filled his head.

"I'm not sure," the criminal whispered, his eyes on the floor. "But I'll know it when I see it."

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The next few weeks went by uneventfully, much to Harvey's relief and Two Face's disappointment. There had been a few moments when they had gotten the chance to talk to the new guy (Edward Nygma, also known as the Riddler), and he made a good impression on both personalities of the former lawyer. He even seemed to appeal to the Joker, which surprised many inmates and staff at Arkham.

So over the course of a few weeks, the three criminals became (what the guards called them) 'The Three Loonyteers', which always got giggles from the clown. Harvey noticed how ell things were going and couldn't shake off the feeling it gave him, much to Two Face's annoyance.

'Why don't you tell Slater if it's bothering you so much?' Two Face finally suggested.

"Because that would mean she wins," Harvey growled as he sat in the corner of his cell, the sound of heels reaching his ears. "Now shut up!"

He sat in silence as Doctor Quinzel walked by, a grin on her face as she hummed something. This was the second time he had see her leave Arkham this late, it made him uneasy. But her sessions with the Joker must have been going well if she was still smiling, not to mention the clown seemed to enjoy the sessions. That made Harvey more uneasy.

"Something's not right," he whispered.

'Of course something's not right, Harvey! We're in Arkham, nothing is ever right.' his other half scoffed, rolled his eye. "Sometimes I worry about you, Harv."