Johanna—LMAO That's good & soooo very true. I love it! It obviously made me laugh. Yes, he is a little batty, and does tend to disappear. Nice, quote Gordon. Yes, I picked that up.

Sabre—I guess that you figured that out. . lol Hope that you don't mind. I'm glad that you liked it. Yeah, I hate being tired to. You sorta get used to it to it, thought. Or at least, I have. Here's more.

Hannah—I'm sorry that they are short, and hope that this will be longer. I really do. I'm glad that they are good nonetheless.

MasqueradeWitch—I'm glad that you think that it's good. Knowing Alex, I don't think that she'd accept any crap from the other cops for being Gordon's daughter. Yeah, I think that the interaction is good between Batman and Bruce. Tell me what you think about her and Harvey.

Okay, we will, and I mean it, get Harvey in this chapter. Harvey lovers beware, Alex has strong opinions. I hope that this comes out the way I had planned. Also, we're coming in a couple months or so after the last chapter. My apologies. Nothing really that interesting in there.

I never thought that Loeb would actually take my suggestion into consideration, but here I stood for the second week in our new unit: MCU (major crimes unit). We pretty much took all the big cases, and the main one was the Joker. I was pretty much the main officer on that one because I had been with it since the beginning. Since I had last really talked to Batman, we had more files come in here than we knew what to do with, and my office (which was thankfully bigger) was filled with all the case files from him. The Joker was so time consuming that Dad took all the other cases that came in, along with a few other detectives that worked there. The bat-signal had, of course, been moved to the roof of our new building, which was also a lot roomier. Batman had faithfully come back with a solution to tracking the bills: lace them with an almost untraceable amount of radiation. There wasn't enough to harm enough anybody, but just enough to be traced with a device that he had given to Dad and I; of course, he had one too.

Today would hopefully be our lucky day because we would get to see if he really was giving the money to the mob. We had been following their accounts, and one of their accounts had been growing increasingly since the robberies. We had probable cause, and we were going to see if they did actually have the money that the Joker had been stealing from the bank. Dad wished me luck as I climbed into the driver's seat of my new cop car. I smiled as we headed out.

I followed the convoy of cars to our bust sight. When we got there, I was met by Martin, who was holding out a Kevlar vest for me. I guess, our theory about escalation was right. I accepted the vest and strapped it on. I pulled out my gun and made sure that it was loaded. I nodded to Martin, who signaled his team to head to the door. Bang! The door was busted open, and I wondered why they couldn't just see if it was unlocked. I rolled my eyes and followed them in with a few officers following me. I heard them yelling "GPD!! Put your hands up!" That was a good sign; at least somebody was in there. I saw a beautiful sight, well sort of, when I walked in: about twenty mob guys sitting around with a bunch of cash. Score!

I unclipped the radiation detector off of my belt and began scanning the bills. The first couple sets were perfectly fine. Not a trace of radiation on them. I was getting discouraged, but around the sixth set of bills, I got a reaction from the detector. I motioned for Martin to come over. He let his rifle hang loosely at his waist.

"What's up?" he asked.

"We were right," I smirked. "This is the money from the banks. We got them, and if we can find the Joker, we have him too."

"We've had him since the beginning," he pointed out. "We just can't catch him."

I shrugged. "True, but at least we got these idiots." I motioned to the mobsters that were being handcuffed and led to the cars.

Unfortunately, not all of our busts went as well as we had planned. Most of the time, we had everything planned out, but when we got there, the money along with all the people were gone. Still, we got a lot of men behind bars thanks to Batman's wonderful idea for the money. We got drug dealers and mobsters. It was good to finally get some of these guys off the streets, but still, somebody had to be leaking information to them. Pretty soon, the money that the Joker was stealing was the unlaced stuff. People in our unit were closely linked with the mob. Great, just absolutely perfect.

The next week when I came into work from my apartment (yeah, amazing I know), I noticed a blonde hair, blue-eyed man standing in my dad's office. He was wearing a typical business suit with an Internal Affairs patch on the pocket. Just what we needed. He was quite perfect though. His blonde hair was brushed over to the side, but his deep-sea blue eyes had a slightly demented look. Still, he had a broad smile on his face as he shook Dad's hand. He walked out of Dad's office with a few files in his hands.

He stopped by me and stuck out his free hand for me to shake. "Sergeant Gordon, I'm Harvey Dent from IA."

I shook it. "I noticed." I nodded to his badge.

He laughed. "That's good, and I should have realized."

I smiled and tossed a concerned glance back to my dad. "So, may I ask what you're doing here? I didn't think that MCU had an internal affair."

He smiled. "Well, you and your father have raised some questions," he joked.

Not funny. I stared at him. "Watch it," I warned.

His smile diminished. "Sorry." He cleared his throat.

"Be straight with me," I ordered through narrowed eyes.

"It's the whole bent cop thing," he explained.

I nodded.

He smiled broadly once again and handed me a flyer. "Thanks, Sergeant, and vote for me."

I looked at the flyer. Harvey Dent for DA. A few lines down: I believe in Harvey Dent. I smiled at him as he walked out. As soon as I was sure that he was gone, I wadded up the flier and threw it in the trashcan. This guy was no good for this office.

A week later, I ran into him again at MCU after I had come back from a bust. This time we got them. The detectives back there congratulated me when I came into the building. They seemed genuinely happy that there was another bust, which meant that some of the cops in this city were still straight. As soon as Harvey Dent walked into the room, everyone fell silent. He smiled at us all with briefcase in hand.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

No, not really. It's windy and cold, I answered in my head as I smiled and nodded.

"Well," he pulled out a case file from his briefcase, "it looks like Johnson is up today."

Johnson, the same guy that helped me put Jason away a month ago, walked up to Dent. The guys behind him patted his back as he slugged forward. He glanced over at me. I smiled my reassurance, but I honestly had no idea what exactly what was going on, but it didn't look like it was going to be a pleasant thing.

Once they were gone, I leaned over to one of the other detectives. "What's going on?"

"That was Two-Face."

"Two-Face?" I knew him as Harvey Dent.

"Yeah," the guy affirmed. "He's always kind to us, but once he interrogates you, you're pretty much done in, even if you've done nothing wrong." He shivered. "He all ready got like five guys that did nothing wrong."

I clenched my hands into fists. I knew that he wasn't good for us. "I get why he's called Two-Face." I walked into Dad's office.

He was just doing paperwork as always. He didn't even have time to look up before I began yelling at him.

"How could you let him do this?!"

Dad took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose before answering. "I didn't know, Alex." He looked slightly older than normal. I think that this guy was taking a toll on him.

I sat down and let my nerves calm down. "Were any of them on our side?"

He nodded.

I clenched my teeth, but slowly relaxed. "Did he interrogate you yet?"

Again, he nodded.

I swore under my breath. That's what was taking a toll on Dad, not including the lack of sleep that we were getting. "Dad, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he soothed. "There was nothing you could do."

He was right, but there was still something that I could do. I got up out of my chair. I pulled open the door.

"Don't do anything you'll regret," Dad whispered. "Don't give him leverage on you."

I nodded and closed the door behind me. I walked down to the interrogation room. I was lucky because they were just getting out. I leaned against the wall.

Johnson looked like he was pissed and terrified at the same time. He looked at me with fiery eyes. He smiled and nodded. He had stayed true to everything that he believed in, and was going to stay a cop. I smiled back, but once Two-Face walked out, I let my smile turn upside down. This perfect looking man was wreaking more havoc in MCU than the Joker was, and I didn't want it to go on any longer.

He looked at me and smiled. "I wasn't going to interview you next, Sergeant, but since you're here, I might as well."

I shook my head. "Fine," I complied. I had a trick or two up my sleeve. I passed him and sat down at the steel table in my usual spot. I knew that my arrogance was going to come back to bite me. You know: karma; payback's a bitch. That sorta thing, but I was willing to risk it for the sake of my men, my friends. I wasn't planning on moving.

Two-Face nodded and sat across from me. "I suppose that you deserve that seat Sergeant."

Damn right, I did. "Why the Hell are you scaring my men?"

"I thought I was the one with the questions," he laughed. At the look of my blank face, he straightened up. "I wasn't aware that I was. I'm just doing my job."

"They hate you," I spat. "I admit, some of these men have done terrible things, but only a few are devoted to the mob. The rest only did it for the sake of bills that needed to be paid and are still extremely devoted to this city and catching its criminals."

"What about you?"

I stared at him. "I have, and never will, be involved in the mob. I'm a straight cop. The only one that's straighter is my father, who's going through a Hell of his own. He didn't need yours," I spat.

He laughed as he folded his hands on the table. "Getting a little defensive, aren't we?"

"You know what, Dent? I hope that you win your stupid little election because then you will be out of my hair," I growled.

He was silent; not even a smile crossed his well-chiseled face.

"I know that you're trying to help the city," I admitted, "but let me handle my men."

"What about your leak?"

"Lemme handle that, Dent," I said.

"I think that we're done here," he said as he packed his briefcase. "You're a good person, Sergeant, and I trust that you will find your leak. I'm only trying to help."

"I understand," I affirmed. "Just don't make them all seem like horrible people because their not." I walked out of the white, brick room and headed outside into the whipping wind. I pulled my helmet over my head as I revved up my bike.

I sped on the highways and parked next to my apartment. I pulled off my helmet and climbed up the stairs into the building. I rode the elevator up and unlocked my apartment. I walked into the bathroom to splash my face with cold water. I had a little outburst, and I knew that I was wrong. Didn't mean I liked the guy; I hated him. I looked into the mirror and noticed, although almost unnoticeable, black circles around my eyes. I needed sleep, but first, I was going to have a beer, something I hadn't had since the last time I had been home. That had to have been a week ago, maybe three days. I couldn't remember; nights and days seemed to be blurred since there wasn't an obvious spike in crime.

I walked into the kitchen, but as soon as I set foot on the tile floor of the kitchen, I stopped dead. It seemed as if my heart even stopped. In front of me was the man in the make-up that terrified me. His purple suit stood out from the brown of my kitchen. His hideously painted face mocked me. The dark circles reminded me of many nights of no sleep; nights of terrorizing innocent people. The red smile almost went from ear to ear. The Joker was in my apartment, and why ever he was here, it wasn't a good thing for me.

"Hello, Sarg," he slurred. He looked at my stunned face and laughed hysterically. It echoed everywhere. I was impeccably screwed.

All right! That was an awesome, if I say so myself. The exact ending I wanted in fact. The rest of the chapter was okay. Next chapter will be a little, I don't know how to describe it, but in a word, frightening. I will try to be as accurate as possible for the Joker's personality. Heath was amazing in that role, and I don't know if I'm talented enough to do it. Let's hope so. I have a really good plot for it, so hopefully it'll be amazing. Review please!