I followed Two-Face into an alley while Wallace dealt with Deadshot. Every time I have faced him, I've become almost as conflicted as Dent. He was once a good man. I've tried to cure him in the past but nothing seemed to work. At this point, it seemed to be my lot in life.

When Two-Face rounded the corner, he spun around, unloading a spray of bullets. I somersaulted out of the way as chunks of hot granite and brick flew up into my face. I was reminded how the heat in the city was rising even though it was deathly cold not long before. The alley was divided by a chain link fence. Once I threw a batarang and took his tommy gun, Dent made a run for the fence, scrambling up to the top. I raced to him and grabbed his ankle. He gave me a few kicks and shook free, finally toppling over the side. When he stood up, he pulled a revolver from his jacket. He took aim right between my eyes.

"Did you ever think it'd end like this?," he asked as he took his coin out of his pocket, "Dying in some filthy alley in a god forsaken city?... Well, a god forsaken city other than Gotham anyway?"

He flipped the coin. I stepped back and dropped an acid capsule on the fence. The acid burned away, giving me both the physical and psychological edge I needed. Dent blinked and dropped his coin. By the time he fumbled through the garbage below and got it back, there was already a decent hole in the fence. I made my move and pulled his arm through the hole, giving his forearm a twist, followed by a knee to his elbow. He dropped the gun and tried to get away. I placed both hands on the lapels of his jacket and pulled him completely through the fence. A few punches were enough to subdue him.

I carried him out of the alley and found Wallace training his gun in my direction. When he realized it was me, he lowered it. I took a glanceat Deadshot. He was unconscious but had two bullet wounds in his ankles. They weren't serious wounds but the fact that they were made by bullets did not sit well with me.

"I told you no guns"

"And I told you I couldn't make that promise," he retorted, "Although I did promise not to kill anyone. He's still alive."

We exchanged glares but any further conflict would've been pointless. We got our man. I contacted Gordon's federal agents while Wallace called his friends and told them they didn't have to worry about the Magliozzis. As Two-Face was being placed in the back of the federal agents' truck, he turned to me and, for a second, I could see Harvey Dent. Two-Face was nowhere to be found.

"In the end, I actually did this town a favor," he explained, "I was going after one of the biggest crime families in Sin City. Even a guy like me can make some difference here, right? It's the only amount of hope this place has." I didn't respond, but a part of me knew he was right. I couldn't go after families like the Magliozzis or Wallenquist's organization. They were too big and had too many pockets. The Roarkes seemed even more difficult to take down. It would take at least a year to bring them down and I didn't have that time. All I could do was capture my own enemies and send them back to Arkham. And for what? For them to escape again? Was I any more effective in Gotham?

Wallace and I shook hands silently before he drove away. As I made my way back to my Porsche, I saw a familiar face. It was Chasity, from the Projects. She looked different this time. She was wearing a short skirt and lowcut top with a tired face caked with make up. She stood on the street corner. It was obvious what she was doing. In Sin City… I mean Basin, it was far too common. We locked eyes but didn't say anything. The conversation passed between our glances.

"What are you doing?"

"What I need to do to survive here."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

"I lost everything when my brother died. It's all I have left. I was one of the few people in this city that cares and this is what my life has become. This is what happens to people if they care too much here."

I moved on, leaving Chasity behind me. I was really beginning to wonder what sort of good I was doing in that place. Or anywhere for that matter. As I drove, I turned on the air conditioner. It was getting hotter.