A/N- Sorry for the long wait for the update...drama is not good for me as a writer. Almost done with this story, which is good cos that means I can focus on writing the sequel for 'The Tide'. Enjoy this chapter

You're Not in on the Joke

After their last midnight conversation, Doctor Quinzel had made herself scarce around their cell. Whenever Harvey was in control, he would force himself to stay awake as long as possible just in the off chance the young doctor had changed her mind and wanted to talk. It was a foolish hope, and Two Face reminded him of it every chance he got.

'Why does it matter, Harv?' Two Face sighed as the former lawyer sat in the back of the cell, his back resting against the stone wall. 'Why are you so hung over the fact that you have to talk to me at night now? You did fine before her, unless...Does little Harvey have a crush?'

"No." he scoffed, shaking his head as his eyes began to droop. "It's just that we already lost someone remotely close to being a friend to that freak and I don't want it to happen again."

'Give it up, Harv. The Joker won her over with whatever lie he came up with, big friggin' deal. I actually think of this as a win for us as well, in all honesty.'

"Why is that?" Harvey's hand grabbed the coin and flipped it.

"Because if she breaks out the Joker," Two Face explained as he got to his feet, making his way to the cot. "Then the clown just might help break us out. And then we can show Gotham exactly who they had put their trust into,"

Any further conversation was cut off as the criminal shut his eyes and welcomed a long deserved sleep.

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"How you feeling today, Mr. Dent?" her voice was already grating on his nerves, and the session had just started.

"I'm sorry, but Harvey's not here right now. Please leave a message and he'll get back to you as soon as luck is on your side," Two Face sneered, his head bent towards the table as his eyes looked up at Doctor Slater.

'Real mature,' Harvey replied, and Two Face could just image the former lawyer sticking his tongue out.

"It's obviously going to be one of those days again," the dark haired doctor sighed, her pen scribbling something on her notepad. "Have you been taking your medication?"

"You tell me," his fingers drummed on the metal surface, the chained link of the handcuffs clinking against the table.

"I'm amazed at how you haven't been taking your medication under supervision. I'll be having a word about that with Doctor Arkham later today,"

It amazed Two Face how she actually thought he cared about the words leaving her mouth. The scarred coin tapped against the table as he ignored the doctor, Harvey had long given up on Two Face's childish behavior during their sessions. It had been weeks since they had last seen Doctor Quinzel and, according to the Joker, the experiment was almost complete and the results would not disappoint. Two Face was excited by the news whereas Harvey was livid, and he let the clown know it. If it hadn't been for Edward keeping the former lawyer back, there would have been a fight in the recreation room.

The two had come to rely heavily on the clown for news about Doctor Quinzel, Edward throwing in his thoughts whenever he thought it appropriate. Edward was a nice dose of logic for them, and neither of the three would have been surprised if he was faking insanity to avoid jail.

'Pay attention!' Harvey snapped once he realized Two Face was going to continue his random thoughts.

An eyebrow was raised in response to Harvey's comment, the coin's tapping coming to a stop. It was a brief silence, but it was long enough for them to hear Doctor Slater's words.

"It's a desperate measure, but I think it'll be a huge step towards recovery. And Doctor Arkham agrees with me," she obviously hadn't noticed the lack of attention she was getting.

"What's a desperate measure?" Harvey asked, his head snapping up for a proper look at the doctor.

"I contacted your father and he's agreed to visit you next week, maybe talk about certain things that you two need to settle." Doctor Slater looked at him, waiting for his reaction.

"He...he's coming," Harvey suddenly found it difficult to breath, his grip tightening on the coin as a sharp pain formed behind his left eye. "Here?"

"That's right, Mr. Dent. Like I said, it's desperate but you just refuse to talk to me. Maybe seeing your father will change that,"

An image of the visit flashed in his head, nothing but fists and cursing and kicking and blood going through his mind. He felt like he was a kid again, dreading going home to tell his father he had gotten a B on a math test. It was very clear that Harvey had shut down upon hearing the news.

"Cancel it, Doc." Two Face growled, his right eye narrowing as a warning.

"Will you talk about your childhood?" she was walking on thin ice.

"Cancel it, or I promise that not Harvey or this God damn coin will protect you." He spat, the chair flying back as he shot to his feet. "Having that prick visit will do anything but help us,"

"There is no 'us', Mr. Dent. You are one man, and one man alone." Doctor Slater stared right back at him with no intention of moving. "For whatever reason, you are uncomfortable with your negative emotions and have created this Two Face persona to avoid dealing with them. You think you're helpless when it comes to standing up for yourself and fighting back, and I think it has something to do with your father."

Two Face readied the coin for the flip, giving her one last look to back down.

"I think your father did something to make you feel inferior to the point where you felt the need to hide behind a made up name just to stand up for yourself." This woman clearly did not understand the criminal's message. "And, perhaps, talking with the root of your problems may lead you down the path to recovery."

"I mean it..." he growled, his left hand steadying.

"It's either talk with me or talk to your father."

The coin flipped through the air, landing in Two Face's waiting palm. The object was slapped on to the top of the opposite hand, blue eyes glaring at Doctor Slater. A tense moment of silence came between the two as Two Face slowly removed his hand and glanced at the coin, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"How lucky do you feel, Doc?" he growled, jumping across the table before she could even answer.

The back of her head smacked against the tiled floor, the chained link of the handcuffs digging into her jugular. Two Face chuckled darkly as he watched the doctor's eyes bulge out of their sockets with the increased pressure, a small trail of blood appearing against her skin. There was the briefest flicker of pain in his hands as Doctor Slater's nails clawed at his skin, but her movements slowly came to a still.

Harvey removed the handcuffs from her neck and pressed his fingers to her neck, no sign of a pulse revealing itself to him. Shock fell over the former lawyer as he stared at the non-breathing woman, Two Face gasping for breath in between his laughing fits.

"No," the blonde whispered, his body refusing to move away.

'The bitch deserved it, Harv.' Two Face sighed, he was growing tired of Harvey's attitude. 'She was gonna make us talk to that waste of living space you call Dad, she was gonna take away our coin...and she thought she was better than us. Don't deny it, Harvey...you saw the way she looked at us. I think we should bring her to our level...what do ya say, pal?'

Harvey found himself flipping the coin again, gulping when the scarred side faced him. Two Face cocked his head until he felt his neck pop, his hands moving up and down against the left side of the doctor's face. The metal of the edge of the handcuffs slowly peeled bits of flesh off her face.

The handcuffs and his wrists were stained with blood by the time a guard came to take him back to his cell, bloodied strips of skin clinging to his hands and the handcuffs and laying on the floor beside him. There were a few spots were muscle poked through, a twisted grin on Two Face's face as he was dragged off of the doctor.

Harvey was silent during the walk back to solitary, not even bothering to fight as the straight jacket was secured to his body. He sat in the back of the corner of the padded cell, his eyes focused on the floor as Two Face kept gloating about what they had done.

It was going to be another long three months.

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"Care to enlighten me on your actions?" blue eyes looked at the school psychologist, a blank look on the 17 year old's face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harvey replied, his fingers tapping against his right thigh.

"Let me jog your memory then," the older man put a video tape into a VCR, directing his attention to the small screen.

Harvey turned his gaze to the screen as well, ignoring the voice as he watched a digital, grainy version of him brutally fight one of his classmates. He continued to watch as the digital him slammed Reid Walker into the brick wall before ramming his head into the stone column next to the two. It was a bloody scene to watch and Harvey barely recalled doing those things, only it wasn't him. But how did you explain something like that to an adult without them thinking...

'That you're crazy? Well it's simple, Harvey...' the voice of Big Bad Harv muttered in his head. 'You are crazy. I mean, you hear a voice and black out during the times you let me have the wheel...'

The video was turned off just as the digital Harvey began bringing his foot down on the other boy's chest. A small cough brought the 17 year old's gaze back to the psychologist.

"Like I said, care to enlighten me?" he asked again, a pen ready to jot down notes. "All that I know is Mr. Walker said something about your relationship with your father. And if I'm correct, this isn't the first time you've done this level of damage to Mr. Walker. So what's going on, Harvey?"

'Go on, tell him. Tell him all about quality time with Daddy, tell him about me. Go on...' the voice mocked, Harvey's fist gripping the blood stained pant leg. 'You won't do it, Harvey, I know you won't. You can't function without me,'

"It wasn't me," Harvey said, a sense of fear growing in him as he felt Big Bad Harv's anger. "I hear this voice...I've heard it since I was little. He calls himself Big Bad Harv and takes over during stuff like that."

"And what about you, Harvey. What happens to you when...Big Bad Harv takes over?"

"I dunno...I watch it happen, I guess." He was looking at the floor now, his right foot tapping nervously. "I don't do or say those things, but I remember them happening. Kinda like I was there watching, y'know?"

There was a brief pause as the psychologist scribbled something down, the blonde growing more anxious as the tone of Big Bad Harv grew in intensity.

"Why haven't you told anyone about this?"

"My dad would kill me if he found out," his voice was small, reminding the older man of a small child. "He already hates me for being bi-polar...I'd hate to find out what he would do if something else was wrong with me."

"What does he do right now?"

And Harvey found himself telling the school psychologist everything he had been through, from the "quality times" to the coin. During the 17 year old's confessions, he fought off Big Bad Harv's struggle for control and ignored his ear pounding comments. When Harvey had finished talking, he sat in the poorly cushioned chair and stared at the front of the wooden desk, his hand tapping against his thigh again.

"Harvey, I want you to start seeing a friend of mine who specializes in cases such as yours." The doctor handed him a piece of paper with a name and address scrawled on it. "He can help you gain control and stay in control. I'll call him when you leave and you can stop by his office after school, okay?"

The teenager took the paper and studied the words that were written on it. A ghost of smile came to his features at the idea of being normal for the first time in his life, his blue eyes going back to the aged face of the school psychologist.

"Thanks, Doc. You have no idea how much this means to me," he gushed as he got to his feet, shaking the older man's hand eagerly. "I'm gonna be normal...I can't believe it!"

He left the office in a state somewhere between shock and elation and nothing could ruin the feeling, not even Big Bad Harv.

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He had been in the padded cell for nearly two and half months with no one for company but Two Face and his memories, which only seemed to drive him further over the edge. Harvey had learned that the Joker had escaped Arkham about a month ago and, according to the guards standing outside his cell, Doctor Quinzel was at a lost.

"Y'know what I think?" one of the guards had said the day the former lawyer learned about the break out. "I think Doctor Quinzel has the hots for the clown. It makes sense in a way, don't it? I mean, she babys that psycho like no tomorrow and gets all defensive if something's happened to him. It ain't healthy."

That one comment had sparked a heated agreement between Harvey and Two Face, which had been silenced by one pound on the steel door. The subject was never brought up again between the two halves.

The only other thing that had happened during those two and half months was Edward joining the two criminals in solitary. Apparently, the Riddler had caused a riot in the courtyard and ended up killing an inmate and guard with a dumbbell.

'At least he's imaginative,' Two Face had said, and Harvey had to agree with him.

But that had been three weeks ago, and the asylum had been as quite as cemetery. Two Face sat in the corner as he bounced his head off of the padding while Harvey thought of all the ways he could escape the memories that were plaguing him. Edward had been yelled at a few moments ago for shouting riddles to the guards, and the former lawyer's entertainment had been put to an end.

"I'm so bored..." Two Face sang tunelessly.

"I know." Harvey sighed, wishing more than ever they could flip to see if the horrid singing would end or not.

"Amuse me, Harv." The criminal demanded, his head still bouncing off the padded wall.

Whatever reply Harvey had planned was cut off at the sound of running feet outside his cell. The ex-D.A. scrambled to his feet and fell into the wall next to the door, wanting to hear what was with the running. Two Face giggled at the image on Edward doing the same in his cell, only to be shushed by Harvey.

"He's back!" a guard yelled, presumably the one who had been running. "The Batman caught the Joker...the clown's back."

"No shit," Harvey and Two Face whispered together.

Now the fun was about to begin.