We worked out our plan. There was a beatup van and a nice `66 Impala in front of Two Face's hideout. We needed a distraction to bring them out so I decided to blow the van (I couldn't bring myself to destroy that cherry Impala). Batman supplied the explosives and I went to work. The plastique went off under the fuel tank and the entire thing went up in a giant fireball, hovering weightless in the air for a second before crashing back to Earth. A few moments later, Two Face came racing out along with a dozen thugs. Two-Face's right side was normal, clean-shaven, and had hair neatly slicked back. The other half was mutilated, red, with shaggy grey hair and an eye that looked like a hardboiled egg. He held a tommy gun in his hand, which led me to believe that he preferred close-range combat as opposed to long distance accuracy.
They watched the van burn away. "This was a warning. It must've been the Magliozzis," he shouted, "Didn't think they'd be dumb enough to do this." He pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it before catching it and turning it over, exposing a scarred face. "Search the place," he commanded and his goons went to work. The fun part was beginning so the two of us split up.
I went around back, sticking to the shadows. Three guys with guns were heading due East. I raced behind them and brought both heels against the bases of their skulls. I rolled along the grass as the other one spun around. I came up, shoving my knee into his chin, taking him out. I peered around the opposite end of the house and saw that a lone gunman was looking around nervously. Suddenly, he was pulled into the shadows and I could hear a muffled grunt. Batman was doing his job nicely. I slipped back into a section of the house that had been blown by a bomb, hiding under a bunch of wood and metal. Soon, one of the thugs came nosing around. I brought my fist down on the nerve-cluster in his neck and pulled him out of sight. Not long after that, his friend came around looking for him. I stepped out of the shadows and took him down just as easily. I moved to the front of the house and could see more of Batman's handiwork. A few more goons had been taken down but this time, left out in the open for Two Face to see. There were only two more thugs left besides Dent himself. He angrily flipped his coin and caught it, looking at the other side. Batman joined me and we watched him carefully, hoping that he'd take the bait.
"Hey, Deadshot," he called.
Soon, a man stepped out wearing a red costume under a trench coat and white mask. He had a target sight on his left side and gauntlets around his wrists. Batman whispered to me, "That must be Two-Face's trump card: Deadshot. He's a deadly assassin and a crackshot with those wrist-mounted guns. Be careful." Things were heating up now but Two Face still didn't disappoint.
"We're going to take the fight right to those bastards' doorstep," he went to the Impala, followed by his last two goombas and Deadshot. He took the bait after all. Batman and I went to our cars, which were parked nearby. He jumped in his Porsche. I hopped into my LeSabre convertible.
Two Face was racing to Don Magliozzi himself and I tailed behind them. Batman took a short-cut down another street. Apparently, they soon realized I was tracking them, which was exactly what we wanted. One of the thugs leaned out the back window with a machine gun. He opened fire and I began to zigzag back and forth across the street as we reached about 80 mph. The bullets ricocheted against the ground and street lamps. I hit the gas and slammed into their back bumper, jolting them enough that the thug dropped his gun as he hit the windowsill. I stomped on the break and spun-out behind them, making them take a sharp U-turn, nearly hitting on-coming traffic.
I took off down a street and quickly fish-tailed around the corner. I led them down a narrow alley and they followed, sending a trash can into the air. I looked into my rearview just in time to see Deadshot poke his arm out. There was a brief flash over his fist and the mirror was shot off. I lost sight of them but it didn't matter. I knew they were behind me and that was exactly where I needed them to be. I bolted across a busy street as other cars slammed on their brakes. I then cruised down a side-street and began to slow down. The moment they came onto the street, Batman pulled out of an alley and parked his car across the street to block one side. I then spun my LeSabre around, blocking the other end. We had those bastards locked in.
Two Face, Deadshot, and the two thugs came out, ready for a fight. Batman threw some kind of bat-shaped projectile, which took out the first thug. The other thug trained his gun on me but I jumped into the air, bringing my foot against his jaw before he fired a single bullet. I then rolled along the pavement as Two Face began to open fire. Batman ran forward and Dent quickly darted down an alley, "I should've known it was you!," he growled as Bats chased him down. Deadshot jumped onto the roof of the Impala, taking aim at Batman's back.
I pulled my silenced 92F out of its holster and took a shot. The bullet hit the top part of his gauntlet, destroying one of his guns. "Dammit!," he shouted and spun around with his other arm, firing another shot at me. I ducked for cover but the bullet still ripped through the meat just above my clavicle. It hurt like hell but I ignored the pain, rolling along the ground as another shot hit the wall behind me. "You wanna get it first, hippie? That's fine by me," he said, "I'll probably get paid extra for this." I slid toward the bottom of the Impala, out of sight. "You're just making this harder on yourself," he said and jumped off the roof. Just what I planned for.
When he landed, I took two more shots at his ankles. The bullets found their marks and took two chunks out, making him fall to the ground. He wasn't going down easily, though. He rolled onto his back with his remaining weapon and took aim. I jumped into the air, sweeping my foot across his wrist. The momentum carried me further, spinning me around and I brought my other foot down across his face. He was smashed into the pavement, snapping his sight in half. He seemed to be out cold, but to make sure, I took his second gauntlet. In the alley nearby, I could hear the conflict between Two Face and Batman resolving itself. I waited for a moment with my gun raised, waiting to see who would be coming out.