Title: Lucky, He is Not
Rating: PG
Fandom: Crossover: Batman & Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Gurimo (Yu-Gi-Oh!), Two-Face (Batman)
Summary: There were times, rare times, that Gurimo questioned Master Dartz and now was one of those times.
Word Count: 308
Author's Note: I'm not really proud of how this came out but it's better than nothing. Oh! And this is set in the universe of Batman: Arkham City.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Batman and Yu-Gi-Oh! do not belong to me; I'm merely borrowing certain characters for this crack!fic, that is all.

o4: Lucky, He is Not

… Really, one would think he would have learned by now that his targets were not like any regular people he had been sent after before.

Yet he felt confident in his abilities in capturing this next one. Why? Gurimo studied the worn flyer once more. True, he may not recall the face of his second target that he was sent after within this cursed city but he could recall that beast in the sewers and the man (he would have called him an android, but seeing as how it fails to obtain what was needed for the great Leviathan…) who was able to manipulate ice. But it was clear to him that there was nothing special about this one.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He couldn't believe that he had been jumped upon when entering the abandoned courthouse.

And, what worse, he was hanging upside down above a tank of acid.

"So," Gurimo turned (tried to, anyway) his head towards the source of where the gruff voice had come from. And found it to be his current target; however, the man must have been in a terrible ordeal after the election due to the terrible burns displayed on the left side of his face. Intense eyes were focused on him as the coin would glisten when tossed in the air, "heads or tails, Grim?"

Thankfully for him, although Gurimo really did find himself questioning more and more the residents' sanity, a man dressed as a bat came crashing down from above. Gunfire and yells (more like screams) crashed the air; however, Gurimo failed to give it any mind. No. Instead he was trying to think of a way to have Master Dartz grant him leave from this madness and give this assignment to Valon.

And so, Harvey Dent lucked out in being offered to the great Leviathan.