He walked into room 215. Harvey looked over at him, but nothing registered. Burn victims were often in extreme pain and something told him that Harvey was not treating his pain. He took a seat and pulled away the mask. The scars must have clicked in Harvey's mind because he began thrashing, trying to get hold of him, but he was thankfully restrained.
"Uh, hi," the Joker began in lecture. There was no time for pleasantries. The police would be here for their not-so-white knight. Actually, he was a tad crispy and holey, and not in the saintly way either. He would be more fittingly known as the extra crispy knight. Sounded like something off of a KFC menu. He wanted chicken now! Those blue eyes stared up at him with unadulterated hate. Perfect. "So, when you and... uh-" he trailed off, feigning ignorance as he shook his hair out from the wig.
"RACHEL!" Harvey angerilly, hatefully, loudly (take your pick) provided. He blinked and smacked his lips together with a barely-there appreciative nod.
"When you and Rachel were being abducted, I was sitting in Gordon's cell. I didn't know what was happening," he lied. This was becoming a nasty habit of his. He liked being known as a man of his word. Oh well, it was necessary.
"Your men, your orders," Dent chocked out.
"Technically, it was Gordon's men, Batman's orders. I just gave a little influence. By the way, I told Batman who was where; he chose, not me. Tell ya the truth, Rachel's death was terrible. I liked her, good card partner, singing left a bit to be desired though... Then there's you; I see something in you, but you're both too powerful to go left unnoticed. Believe me though, when I say it's nothing personal, I mean it. It's really nothing personal. Had you been back in Internal Affairs, I wouldn't pay you a lick of attention. Also, if you think about it, what happened really isn't my fault.
"Now, Gordon didn't listen to you in I.A. did he? He kept Maroni's men in there didn't he? Why, why didn't he listen to you?"
"Because he was trying to get rid of scum like you with what he had," he spat out.
"No, because you were no one and it worked for him at the time. Then you became someone and he didn't want to admit you were right. He didn't want to believe in Harvey Dent." He saw something flicker in Dent's eyes. It was working.
"Then Batman... he chose to save you, not Rachel. He loved Rachel! Now, I don't know about you, but something doesn't add up there. So why, oh why? Want to wager a guess? No? Well, Rachel didn't return his feelings. He 'd lost, his heart broken because of you, so he decided to get back at you. He wanted you to feel like he did, live a life without the one girl you love." He stood up and moved around to the other side of the bed, Harvey's coin in his hand. He began unstrapping the man, only this time, he didn't try and kill him. His words had hit a chord in Dent's mind. Now it was time for the kill... metaphorically speaking of course. He had worked to hard just to kill him.
"I'm an agent of chaos, and that really has it's perks. If someone wrongs me, I can get back at them without having to answer for it. It also means, if something doesn't go according to plan, I change the plan and it's no chip off my shoulder. You were a schemer at one point, like Gordon, the mayor, and Batman. The game has changed though. They hurt you, your friends hurt you. What are you going to do about it?" he pressured. The normal side of Harvey's face contorted into a tormented look. It was tempting, but there was some kind of moral conscience there. That's alright. Morals were easily smashed.
"Nothing... at least not what you would do. I'm not like you," he insisted. Joker laughed. Actually, he was.
"Well, I don't know about that," he decided with a sharp lick of his lips. "You see, the thing with anarchy, is that you have to be prepared for multiple outcomes. Look at my plans, their always 50-50 situations. Either A happens or B happens... sound familiar? You don't have to decide anything. Let luck chose the fate of those people. Be an agent of chance," he teased him, his voice getting deeper and quieter. He had him now. A shadow of a smirk played on Dent's lips and a dangerous glint came into his eyes. Good-bye white knight, hello... whoever this was.
"Why don't we start with me?" he suggested, placing the coin in one hand and a gun in the other. "I get the feeling we both blame me somewhat for poor Rachel's end. I could have suggested someone else... it didn't have to be her. So, why don't we see what my fate is. Heads, I live. Tails, you shoot me." Harvey nodded and tossed the coin. Heads. "Well, that's that. Now, I have a hospital to blow-up. You should go." Harvey gingerly got up and changed into the burnt suit no one had bothered to throw away. Really, it was as burnt as his face. What was the point of keeping it? That went beyond sentimental. That was like extreme pack rat. "Well Dent, nice talking to you," he ended the conversation as Harvey walked out of the room, coin and gun tucked away in the jacket.
"Name's not Dent," Harvey told him, turning around, a grim, serious, slightly crazy look in his opinion, in his eyes. "It's Two-Face. Harvey Two Face," not-Dent almost laughed. Oh, he liked this kid!
"Well, Two Face, I'll see you around," he corrected himself with a dramatic bow. He watched the former D.A. walk out of the building, avoiding the buses, before leaving himself. He pressed the button and the wing began exploding behind him.
He made it outside, but the explosions stopped. He turned around; the building was still standing. That was curious. He pressed the button three times, but it didn't seem to be working. Shucks, that was problematic. Suddenly, the big fireworks started and he took off running.
A/N: Alright, I lied. This is the shortest. I just did not have anything to add to this. Rachel's storyline doesn't start for another few days after this. The Joker will go home and plot and be random and we know what Harvey will do. I think the Joker will tell you what really happens to Harvey though. So... yeah. Sorry, just a tad uninspired right now.