A/N- Yes...another update! And, as promised, this chapter is longer than the previous one. This chapter means there's about 2 or 3 more chapters until the end.

The Kids Are All Fucked Up

"You won't talk to me, will you Mr. Dent?" Doctor Slater's voice cut through the silence that had filled the plain room.

"It doesn't matter if we talk to you or not," Two Face spat, his eyes trained on his coin. "We'll always end up back here. Sure, you might 'cure' Harvey but all it will take is another accident and BAM!" he slammed his fist on to the table, the metal chain of the handcuffs clinking against the surface. "I'll be back. It's happened before, and history, as they say, has a way of repeating itself."

He was looking at her now, a smirk on his face when he saw her expression. This was how their sessions for the last month had been going. Harvey never got his chance to speak while Two Face continued his verbal attack on their doctor. Since losing Doctor Quinzel to the Joker, Two Face had gain more control over his half of the former lawyer's psyche than before.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me, Mr. Dent." she ignored his comment, like she always did. "I know you don't want to spend the rest of your life in Arkham,"

"You know that for a fact?" the coin fell to the table, the scared side facing Harvey.

"Why did you flip your coin?" the dark haired woman asked, a small hint of fear in her voice.

"Maybe I just like to flip that coin," Harvey let out a small chuckle at Two Face's laughter, both having agreed a few weeks ago to give Doctor Slater hell.

"Whatever decision you just made, I can promise you that if you start cooperating you won't need that coin." She assured the ex-D.A. as the door opened, Robbie yanking Harvey to his feet. "I'll see you in a few days,"

"You treat all your boyfriends like this?" Two Face sneered as he stumbled down the corridor.

"What did you say, Freak?" Robbie growled as he continued to shove the inmate towards his cell.

"I forgot...you're not as smart as us regular folk." He turned to face the guard as soon as he was in his cell. "How does that feel? How do you cope with knowing that a bunch of these lunatic criminals are a helluva lot smarter than you will ever hope to be? Especially since most of them have an I.Q. of an 8th grader..."

"You little shit," a fist landed right on Two Face's nose, blood running down his deformed face.

"Feel like a tough guy, Robbie?" his voice was a bit muffled as he held his bleeding nose. "Not much of a fair fight considering I'm still in my handcuffs,"

'What are you doing?' Harvey yelled as his other half further provoked the guard, only to end on the floor as Robbie threw punch after punch.

As an answer, Two Face pushed the bulky man on to his back before straddling his waist as he pushed the handcuff's chain into his neck. The more Robbie struggled, the harder Two Face pushed the chain into his flesh.

"Looks like whatever luck you had with the Joker just ran out," the criminal snarled as the guard's struggles became weaker, the metal cutting into the skin with every jerking movement Robbie gave. "See ya in Hell, Rob."

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His time in solitary was spent huddled in the back corner of the padded room, loud arguments managing to escape the steel door. Doctor Arkham had tried taking his coin from him when he was first moved to the room, but Two Face's behavior quickly convinced the doctor that now was not the time to take that action. Instead, the former lawyer was forced to clutch the coin as the off white canvas of a straight jacket held his arms close to his chest.

"Why does he just sit there?" one of the guards had asked five days after his arrival.

"He can't flip that fuckin' coin of his...he doesn't know what to do." His buddy replied as the two checked in on him. "Dent's completely useless without that thing,"

Harvey stared at the padded walls, his eyes dancing in their sockets. His sessions had been put on hold until he was moved back to his normal cell, but the blonde knew his time spent in solitary would undo his progress he had made with Doctor Quinzel.

While Harvey would sit in the corner worrying about his progress lost, Two Face would sit in the corner and relish in the control he was gaining. This little "set back", as Harvey called it, allowed the criminal to completely take over his rightful half.

"Look at the bright side, Harv..." he mused. "We don't have to deal with the retard again."

"You killed an innocent man," Harvey growled, his eyes narrowing.

"No, we killed him." Two Face corrected as he smirked. "And he was hardly innocent, you know that."

"He was innocent!" the ex-D.A. yelled, slamming his head into the padding behind him. "He did nothing wrong and you killed him!"

"Don't blame everything on me, Dent!" his other half shouted, a dark tone taking over his voice. "You wanted him dead as much as I did. You were the one who thought of the idea!"

"Shut the fuck up in there!" there was a loud bang on the door, ending the conversation that had been going on. "I don't wanna hear ya talkin' to yer lil' imaginary pal, Dent!"

It was going to be a long two months.

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"The burn victim finally decides to come out and play!" the Joker giggled when he saw Harvey walk into the recreation room a few days after he was moved back to his cell. "How was your vacation?"

"It's good to have you back, Dent." Edward greeted as he worked furiously on a crossword puzzle. "Isn't there anything harder in here? A four year old could figure this out!"

Harvey sat at the bolted down table with the other two, a deck of cards resting in front of the clown. A chalk white hand picked up the deck and began shuffling them, soon beginning a game of solitaire as the former lawyer studied his coin once more.

"What did we miss?" he asked, the coin coming to rest on the table.

'Did you finally accept the fact that we're the same, Harv?' Two Face questioned, only to be ignored.

"A few weeks ago some plant lady began terrorizing non-friendly environmental companies, calls herself Rosebud or something mother nature-y." the clown rolled his eyes, continuing with his game in a bored manner.

"Poison Ivy," Edward corrected.

"Right! That's it, but our friend Gordon isn't too worried about her."

"So it's been uneventful?" Harvey concluded.

"Not exactly. The circus came to town last month..." the scrawny red head began, throwing the crossword puzzle book across the room.

"Knock that off before I come over there!" a nearby guard yelled, growling when the three gave him the finger.

"What do we care about the circus?" Two Face spoke up, looking at Edward now.

"Two performers died and Wayne took in their orphaned son," Edward explained, his fingers drumming on the plastic table. "Which is odd if you ask me. Wayne has to be in his late twenties and he's having a fourteen year old boy live with him?"

The Joker let out a howl of laughter, his palm slapping his leg which got a chuckle out of the other two.

"What about the bat?" Two Face asked, blue eyes going between the two other inmates.

"Has been eluding the police as always," Edward sighed. "If it wasn't for the fact that he's only one worthy of someone like myself, I would have killed him when I had the chance."

"My little experiment with Harley is proving very amusing," the Joker interrupted, his grin growing at the look Harvey gave him. "We've made some major breakthroughs these past few months..."

The sentence died in another bout of bone chilling laughter, the sound echoing in Harvey's head long after he was put back in his cell. The former lawyer knew something was up that clown's sleeve, and in a way it terrified him.

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"Hiya stranger,"

He sat up in his cot to see Doctor Quinzel stop in front of the plexiglass, a grin on her face. Harvey was baffled by the fact that she was still smiling.

"Long time, no see." She brought him out of his thoughts, his eyes going to the folder clutched to her chest.

"Bringing the Joker home?" he asked, his only eyebrow raised.

"We've made huge progress and I wanna look over his file to continue," her voice held a defensive tone as she answered. "I didn't stop by to talk about me and Mr. J..."

Harvey gave her a look as he opened his mouth to say something, but Doctor Quinzel either didn't notice or chose to ignore him.

"I came to talk about your time in solitary." For the briefest of moments, Harvey and Two Face would have sworn she looked professional. "You regressed,"

"You're surprised?" Two Face scoffed as he swung his feet over the side of the cot, his eyes trained on her. "We're a lost cause, Doc. Whatever chance Harvey had was taken away when that clown got you."

"You know you're problem? You and Harvey both blame every little thing on other people, that is why you two will never get outta here." A mild look of shock dried on his face at the sudden change in her tone. "Even the Joker is making more of an effort than you are. That says something."

The ex-D.A. pushed himself to his feet before strutting over to the glass, his blue eyes looking down on the young doctor as he considered her. After a few moments into their staring contest, the blonde doctor turned and began to make her way down the corridor.

"You're a fool, Doc!" Two Face yelled after her, the left side of his face pushed against the plexiglass as she came to a stop.

"Why is that, Two Face?" her voice carried over the few moans, growls, and nonsense mutterings of the other inmates.

"Because you think he cares about being fixed. But he doesn't...why would he give up something that gives him so much joy in this shitty life?" it was desperate, but the two didn't want Doctor Quinzel meeting the same fate as Doctor Alan. "That clown has something up his sleeve and for whatever reason, he needs you to set it into action. He's playing you, Harleen."

It happened in a flash, quicker than that actually. Right as his eyelids were closing in a blink, the young woman was right back in front of his cell, a fire in her baby blue eyes he had never seen before. Harvey took a step back from the glass barrier, his other half just as amazed at her change as he was.

"It's people like you who make him out to be a monster." She spat, her words laced with acid. "And you, of all people, have no room to talk about playing people Harvey Dent. If anyone here is the bad guy, it's you. You were the one who paid off whoever you could to keep your records and files from the media and public..."

As she continued, Two Face's lip curled into a sneer as he pressed up against the plexiglass. The way she was talking made him and Harvey seem like the Devil incarnate, while the Joker was some kind of saint. He had never had such a strong impulse to kill someone as he did at that moment.

If only she could just...

The sound of disappearing footsteps brought him out of his thoughts, Doctor Quinzel practically out of the corridor. With a growl, the criminal began to pace up and down his cell as his breathes came out in angry puffs.

"Fine. She wants to defend that sick fuck, she can." Harvey seethed, his hands laced behind his neck as he continued to pace. "But why is she believing him?"

'Really, Harv? You can't see it?' when Two Face didn't receive a response from the former lawyer, the left eye rolled before he continued. 'She's basically still a kid, compared to all of the other doctors in this place. A kid who is treating a clown. Kids love clowns, Harv.'

"The breakthroughs weren't about him," Harvey muttered as he stopped his pacing, his half of the brain trying to stay in control as Two Face laughed.

The clown had somehow managed to get Doctor Harleen Quinzel on his side.