The agents had Killer Croc in a cell in Arkham a few days later. As for Marv, I had no time to waste with him. That girl, Chasity, had some warped sense of respect for the psycho. She was the one who contacted Marv to deal with Croc. She seemed to care about the wellbeing of the innocent, though. There needs to be more people like Chasity in Basin City, even if she does idolize a dangerous sociopath.
Next, I turned my sights on to Two-Face. Joker was still silent,Riddler was keeping his promise for the moment, and Ivy wouldn't be the type to fully immerse herself in the underbelly of the city. Not right away, at least. Two-Face was the most logical targetand since he was apparently trying to ally himself with the mob boss Herr Walenquist, he needed to be dealt with quickly. Finding him was not hard. There was a mansion on the outskirts of Sacred Oaks that had been the battleground of a previous mob war which ended with the detonation of a briefcase filled with explosives. Half of the mansion was bombed out, scarred, and ugly. The other half looked untouched. No one cared to demolish it so there it stood. The dual nature of the architecture fit Dent's MO perfectly.
I sat on the rooftop that overlooked the mansion, spying through a pair of binoculars. I couldn't see much of what was going on inside but I saw Two-Face passing through the hallways. I at least found him. What was more interesting was the person perched on the other side of the house, apparently spying on Dent as well. He was approaching middle-age, long hair, beard, dressed all in black. He lowered his binoculars once he realized that I was watching him. I fired a line to his perch and swung across. He was calm, politely stepping aside and giving me plenty of room as I landed.
"Who are you?," was my first question. I was in no mood to meet up with anymore citizens of Basin.
"My name is Wallace, sir," he answered, "I'm not causing any harm if that's why you're…"
"I notice you have a gun holstered under your arm."
"Good observation," there was a touch of disrespect for authority in his voice, which I did not like, "I do have a license for it, sir. I'm a former Seal."
"What business do you have here?"
"Personal matter. It's not the sort of business I want to be involved in but I have little choice. There are people who are trying to harm friends of mine. This person is the cause of that so I asked a few questions here and there and tracked him down."
"You have no idea who you're up against."
"This is why I'm gathering information."
He seemed more competent than McCarthy and wasn't insane like Marv, at least. I thought about asking him to leave and taking care of things myself but I didn't think he'd listen; I didn't want someone getting in my way. At the same time, I knew I couldn't let him out of my sights in case he started shooting up the place. Keeping an eye on him made the most sense. It would be another alliance, I was afraid, although a slightly easier one.
"Do you want to of assistance?," I muttered.
"It's why I'm here, sir."
"Then I'm in charge. You do as I say. Understood?"
"I'm sorry, but I do not like being given orders from people I don't know."
"First, no guns," I continued, ignoring his response.
"I can't make that promise, considering I don't have a utility belt."
"You say you were a Navy Seal. I'm sure you're skilled in various forms of combat."
"I am."
"Non-lethal forms?"
"Yes."
"I suggest you employ them."
"I do not enjoy taking lives, sir. It's not something I look forward to doing."
"Then we're in agreement."
"Fine. What can you tell me about this Two-Face person?"
I gave him a brief rundown. I told him about Harvey Dent, the district attorney. I told him about his disfigurement and eventual lapse into insanity and crime. Then I told him about Harvey's MO and typical strategies. As I said, he was competent. Everything seemed to be taken into consideration and he told me about the crime family called the Magliozzis so at least I was dealing with someone who wasn't an amateur. We made our plan.