A/N: CRed1988-Nice chapter so far. Victor and Nora is saved in the end. I wonder what will happened next?
Patience, my friend.
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Unlike in Dark Knight Returns, right? Man, that was depressing.
Weeks have passed since Victor was cured, and he spent that day working tirelessly for the sake of the Wu-San-Wayne Conglomerate... and his now-expecting wife.
Victor's work has increased the Conglomerate's hold in the medical field by leaps and bounds, making the Waynes so wealthy that they're worth nearly twenty billion, but none of them cared about that. Not Bruce, Sandra, or Fries.
What they all cared about was the fact that Victor was close to completing his research. Tantalizingly close. Just a bit more time, and the surgery to reclaim Harvey Dent from the depths of madness can finally go underway. That's all any of them cared about.
As Victor continued his work, Bruce continued to fulfill his duties as Batman, keeping the streets of Gotham safe. Just last night, he had taken Scarecrow into custody. Now, he was fulfilling his duties as Bruce Wayne by being the Owner of Wu-San-Wayne Conglomerates, doing what he must while his wife and greatest business partner was away on maternity.
As for Sandra herself, the great Lady Shiva was reading a book in the Wayne Manor library next to a window, the shining rays of the sun illuminating the deadly beauty as she sipped more of the tea Alfred brought her before taking a bite of the prunes he gave her.
"Care for more Herbal Tea, My Lady," Alfred asked as he walked up to his mistress.
"Ah, Alfred. I suppose I am running low. I thank you. Yours is always so exquisitely made," Sandra said with a genuine smile.
"It truly is enjoyable to serve someone who truly values a nice spot of tea," Alfred said as he elegantly poured Sandra her tea.
Sandra inhaled her tea before elegantly exhaling, soundlessly sipping the tea like a proper lady, eyes closed as she savored the beverage.
Then, her eyes opened, and she looked less than pleased before she placed the cup down. "Alfred, it seems the iron in my body is quite low. A SHOT of peppermint tea may suffice."
Alfred's previous smile was replaced by a look of indifference. "I see. Would you prefer a certain CALIBER of tea, My Lady?"
"In this situation, the HIGHEST CALIBER is necessary. Though, if you believe it is too strong, I shall trust your judgment. Oh, and are we expecting family to arrive?"
"We just might, My Lady," Alfred said as he bowed before walking away.
Sandra smiled at Alfred as he gently closed the door behind him.
Then, Shiva titled her head, caught a shuriken, and threw it back at the assailant. A wet thunk was heard, followed by a heavy thud mixed with the sound of breaking bones.
"That was not a League of Assassin's shuriken. I don't think we've properly met before, have we?"
"No. We haven't." An assassin landed in front of Shiva. "You know, that was quite impressive. You would have made a pretty good Talon."
"Talon," Shiva asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ah, now I remember. 'But no one talks about them. Not a whispered word is said.' A certain vigilante will be happy to know your Court exists."
"I suppose we should be honored for the legendary Lady Shiva to know of our existence," Talon said.
"And I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you know of me."
"You've entered Gotham more than enough times for us to take heed of you, Shiva. However, you not only chose to stay here but married someone we've had our eyes on for years. If that wasn't enough, you've done what many thought impossible by curing an Arkham inmate, virtually becoming the Hero of Gotham overnight. My masters don't like what you're doing."
"You mean while not under their influence," Shiva asked with a smile.
"Exactly. We tried to send this offer to your husband, but he refused. Now, I'm here to offer the same deal. Become an Owl, Shiva. Your Shadows merged with our Talons would make us an invincible army. Gotham would be ours to do with as we please. Nothing, not even the League of Assassins, would be able to withstand our might."
Shiva laughed. "You should be careful. It's not safe to make a pregnant woman laugh so jovially."
"Mind informing me of the comedy in the situation?"
Shiva looked at Talon with a smirk. "It's quite obvious that MY influence far exceeds the Courts. The people see me as their savior. One of their many heroes. A position I needed and have no desire to relinquish. What's more, I have no intention of joining an organization my husband so vehemently despises. The point of marriage is to be a trustworthy partner to your spouse. To join you would be an unforgivable betrayal of my vows of marriage."
"I'm honestly surprised an assassin cares so much about vows."
"As am I. However, I did something I never thought possible, let alone expected."
"Which is?"
Shiva smirked at Talon. "I fell in love. Without a doubt in my mind, I love Bruce Wayne. The child forming within me is the ultimate proof of that fact. As such, I refuse to destroy this interestingly euphoric feeling I possess by joining you fools."
"I see. What a shame," Talon said as he extracted his claws.
Shiva looked at them with an unimpressed smile. "Is that all?"
"No."
Various other Talons landed around Shiva, surrounding the pregnant beauty, her smile never going away.
"As stated before, you are legendary, Lady Shiva. "Did you think I would underestimate you just because you were pregnant? I am no fool. But not even you can survive this."
"Is that right?"
"I'll show you," Talon said as he raised his hand, the other talons looking ready to attack.
BANG!
Talon looked to see one of his soldiers skid across the ground, blood flowing out of him, before looking to see Alfred cock his shotgun before aiming it at Talon.
"Get the bloody hell away from the lady of the house, you vagabond!"
Talon stared at Alfred before chuckling as he looked at the smiling Sandra. "Your butler? You really think your butler is enough to handle the Court of Owls?"
"Oh, I have more than enough faith in Sir Pennyworth. He is far more dangerous and skilled than you realize. However, he isn't the one you need to worry about."
"What? Your little League of Shadows? The Court Sees All, Wayne. We know your pets aren't in the city."
"Of course, they're not. After all, why would they need to defend their mistress... in the City of Bats?"
The moment Sandra said that crashing windows were heard.
"WHAT," Talon went before he was kicked in the face. Before he could react, he took a roundhouse to the face that sent him skidding back. When he looked up, he was shocked to see who attacked him. "NIGHTWING?!"
"In the flesh," he said as he spun his Escrima Sticks.
The Undead Talons were attacked by other Bat-Family members. Some were shot in the head by Red Hood, the most rebellious son kicking one of them toward Alfred, who shot it out of the air. Batgirl used her tonfa to try and cripple one of them, only for its neck to break. However, she didn't have time to react since it tried to slash her, Batgirl dodged all of the strikes, only for Robin to smack it away with his staff. Finally, Batwoman landed on a Talon about to attack Sandra from behind before throwing it at three charging Talons. Sandra then threw something at Batwoman, who easily caught it.
She whistled. "Not bad, Mrs. Wayne."
"Mm," Sandra shrugged.
Batwoman then pulled out the pin and threw the grenade, blowing up the four zombies.
Talon looked to see his forces fighting against the Bat Family, Batwoman already tag teaming with Batgirl, leaving Sandra unguarded. He then looked at Nightwing. "All we have to do is kill Shiva and the Court wins. You think you can prevent that, Bird of Bludhaven?"
"Is that one of my nicknames? Not bad. Still sticking with Nightwing, though. Oh, and yeah. You're kinda screwed," Nightwing said as he expertly spun his sticks.
Talon and Nightwing charged at each other.
Nightwing looked to be ready to swing, so Talon held up his arm to block it. It turned out to be a feint, Nightwing jumping over and kicking off the back of Talon's head, throwing his stick at Talon. It hit Talon's head, bouncing back toward Nightwing, who easily caught it. Talon tried to lunge at Nightwing, his wrist blades extended, trying to slash the hero.
Nightwing parried most of Talon's attacks, except for one stab in the shoulder. However, Nightwing grabbed Talon's arm before smacking him in the face with his free stick, ending his beatdown with a knee to the stomach and kicking him away. Though having a blade violently ripped out of his shoulder hurt, Nightwing powered through the pain and proceeded to strike Talon before uppercutting him with enough force to send him and his mask flying.
Talon flipped in midair and landed on his feet, glaring up at Nightwing. He stood up and spat out the blood in his mouth. "You would have made a good Talon," he said as he took his stance.
"Thanks, but I'm just fine with my current gig," Nightwing said as he took his stance.
The two charged once more, continuing their fight that grew more vicious and violent as time passed.
Meanwhile, an Undead lunged at Sandra, claws at the ready.
Sandra grabbed one of the nearby books she was reading and threw it like it was one of her husband's Batarangs. It hit the zombie point blank in the face, making it lose its balance and free-fall toward Sandra.
When it got close enough, with just one hand, two fingers in total, Sandra struck all of the paralyzing points in the body before it could fall on her. Somehow, the zombie seemed frozen in mid-air before it fell to the ground. "Hm," she went with a smile before grabbing her cup and preparing to take a sip. She then saw it was empty. "Oh, right."
Sandra placed the cup down and opened the drawer on the desk. "Children, you might want to play upstairs," Sandra called before throwing something toward the center of the library.
When she did that, Batwoman immediately ran to her, easily lifted her, and grappled onto the second floor. Robin picked up Alfred and grappled to the second floor with Red Hood and Batgirl.
Nightwing smacked Talon on the chin before using him as a springboard and jumping to the second floor.
Talon heard a beeping and looked to see a bomb. "NO!"
It exploded, but it wasn't a regular bomb.
When Talon opened his eyes, he saw he was encased in ice. "What?!"
"A freeze bomb." He looked up to see Sandra looking down at him. At that moment, she looked like a true leader. A higher being. . . A Queen. "Courtesy of Dr. Victor Fries himself. We have plans of mass mass-produce these for the police. Quite useful for mob control, wouldn't you agree?"
"Looks better for Undead Talon control," Red Hood said.
Everyone looked to see the Talons crumbling away.
Talon growled before he heard police sirens. He then broke out of the ice, seeing a bullet shot past him before glaring up toward Red Hood.
"What, never played Freeze Tag before? You're supposed to stay frozen until someone tags you back in."
Talon snarled at Red Hood before glaring at Sandra. "Lady Shiva, all you did was prove how much of a threat you are to the Court! Don't think killing me is enough to stop them!"
"Killing you? Now why would I do that? You're going to be a messenger, dear boy."
"What?"
"Relay this message to your masters: The Age of Owls is long since past. Gotham has a new hierarchy, and the Court has no place in this city any longer. You have started a war you cannot hope to win. From now on, the House of Bat reigns supreme in Gotham." At that moment, Talon didn't see costumed vigilantes, a butler, or a beautiful woman anymore.
All of them seemed to be surrounded by shadows and bats, almost as if they were mystical beings of darkness, and Sandra was the darkest of them all.
Talon looked scared at first before he growled. "Lady Shiva... you truly are the Most Dangerous Woman in the World." Talon then threw down a smoke bomb, vanishing into the unknown.
On that night, the Bats humiliated the Owls.
Gotham police sirens were blaring as Gotham PD surrounded the area, armed with the latest Wu-San-Wayne Freeze Pistols developed by Victor. Those standard-issue guns have already caused the crime rate to drop significantly, one of the main reasons the entire Batfamily, save for Batman himself, was able to protect Sandra from the Court.
When Nightwing reported to Batman, the Patriarch of the Family was at first proud of his children before becoming furious that the Court went after his pregnant wife in his own home. The hero was already going after Penguin, so he would interrogate the dwarf before sending him to Blackgate.
Meanwhile, after the Bat Family had long since left the Manor, Commissioner Gordon ran up to Alfred and Sandra. "Mrs. Wayne, are you alright?"
"My, my, Commissioner. The leader of GPD himself came to my rescue? Are you sure you are able to do such a thing?"
"Yes, ma'am. Thanks to the efforts of Wu-San-Wayne Conglomerate, crime in Gotham has plummeted ever since you decided to partner with GPD and supply us with new equipment. It may seem unfair, but you and your husband are top priorities. We need to keep you safe, especially since we got the approval."
Sandra's smile grew. "Finally."
"Mrs. Wayne, this isn't going to be like it was with Dr. Fries. Two-Face is a broken man. I don't think he can be saved."
"I beg to differ. I have a method in-" Sandra groaned as she began to drop.
"MY LADY," Alfred went as he held up the Lady of the House.
"I'm fine. Cassandra has an incredible kick. I doubt I'll have a week left at this rate."
"I see. Then I'm sorry, Mrs. Wayne, but in your current state, I can't allow you to head into Arkham," Jim said.
Sandra sighed. "I can't say I blame-"
Gordon's phone rang. He answered. "Commissioner. . . What? What do you mean Mr. Wayne's at Arkham? We didn't tell him about the approval."
Sandra giggled under her breath with a small smile. 'That's my husband,' she thought.
The Max Security door opened for Bruce Wayne, the billionaire escorted by two armed guards with Freeze Rifles.
Bruce walked into the deadly zone, walking past some of the worst of the worst in his rouge's gallery.
"Well, well, Mr. Wayne," Scarecrow went. "Here for an appointment? I'm sure I can squeeze you in for a session."
"Next time, Crane," Bruce said as he walked away.
"YOU CAN'T CURE ME, WAYNE! FRIES MAY HAVE WANTED IT, BUT I DON'T! GOTHAM WILL BE MY KINGDOM OF FEAR! I SWEAR IT!"
"And I doubt it," Bruce said as he walked away.
"I'm surprised to agree with you, Bruce." He looked at Ivy as she was caring for a flower. "Gotham will belong to The Green. It will be the first in a long conquest."
". . . You're not a monster, Dr. Pamela."
"Don't call me that! Pamela couldn't do anything on her own. But Ivy. I can do so much good as Ivy."
"You did good as Pamela, too."
". . . The only good thing I did was turn into Poison Ivy."
"You were pushed into a shelf of chemicals. This power. This life. It was forced on you."
"SHUT UP! . . . Just... just shut up." It was faint, but Bruce could still see it. Pamela... was crying. Despite herself, she really did miss being human.
"I will save you," Bruce said softly before walking away.
"BRUCIE!" He looked to see Harley cartwheel over to him. "You don't write, you don't call, ya don't visit. I thought ya forgot about lil' ol' me."
"Nice try, Marian."
Marian Drews laughed. "Riiight. Ever since Jack came into the picture, the old lady stopped being a crook. Works for you now, right?"
"Harley and I will find a cure for Joker. I'm getting Harleen her husband back."
"LIKE FUN YOU ARE! YOU TRY TO BRING THAT STIFF BACK AND I'LL SHOVE A FISH DOWN YOUR THROAT AND YANK IT OUT THAT PRETTY LIL BUM OF YOURS!"
Bruce walked away. "HE AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE! JOKER IS STAYING! YOU HEAR ME! STAYING!"
Bruce then stopped in front of the cell Two-Face was in, the criminal genius flipping his coin.
"It's been a long time, Bruce," Harvey said.
"Too long, Harv. I'm sorry."
"What? No love for your old pal, Two-Face," Two-Face growled out before looking at Bruce with his burnt face.
"You're just the monster keeping my friend prisoner."
"And I'm stayin'."
"No, you're not. Harv... we can fix your face... and rid you of Two-Face forever."
Harvey looked at Bruce in shock... before a tear fell down his unscarred face. "What?"
Harvey stood up, placing his hand on the plexiglass. "A-Are you serious?"
"Deadly serious."
Harvey looked down, tears falling down his face. "After all this time. After everything I've done. Everything I've been through. I can finally be free of this hell," he sobbed softly.
Two-Face then began to laugh. "I can't believe how stupid you are, Dent."
"What," Harvey went.
Two-Face then looked up, glaring at Bruce. "I've run this show for years! YEARS! Why choose now to try and fix him, huh?!"
Harvey then looked hurt. "Bruce. . . Why DID you wait?" Two-Face smirked.
Bruce sighed. "For the longest time, I tried to save you on my own. I relied on my own company, my own wealth, my own knowledge. . . But I never came close to being able to help you. I was hoping my friend, Thomas Elliot could help you... but when he saw your case. . . He gave me a ten percent survival rate.
Two-Face laughed. "So even the world's greatest surgeon knew that Dent couldn't be fixed without him dying! What's different now, rich boy?!"
"My experience," Bruce said as he glared at Two-Face defiantly, making the villain's smirk waver. "A lot has changed over the years, Two-Face. I've met people as brilliant as Tommy, made connections with geniuses who can make Harv's survival rate skyrocket, and even married someone who can end YOU once and for all. Before, I was alone. Now, I have an entire league's worth of friends to save the First White Knight of Gotham." Bruce then stepped forward and stared defiantly at Two-Face. "And I WILL save him. I'm getting back one of my closest friends, while you get to be forgotten. And you WILL be forgotten, Two-Face." Bruce then walked away.
Harvey began to cry tears of joy while Two-Face was snarling. He then punched the plexiglass. "YOU'RE NOT GONNA WIN, WAYNE! YOU'LL LOSE DENT! I SWEAR IT! AND WHEN WE'RE DEAD, I'LL BE LAUGHING AT YOU IN THE PITS OF HELL WHILE I'M TORTURING THIS DAMNED TRAITOR! AND YOU'D BETTER HOPE I DO DIE! IF I DON'T, I'M COMING AFTER YOU, WAYNE! YOU AND YOUR PRETTY WIFE! I'LL KILL YOU, RICH BOY! I'LL KILL YOUR PRETTY LITTLE WIFE AND YOUR BRAT, TOO! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU! YOU HEAR ME, WAYNE! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Bruce just kept walking, now more determined than ever to save Harvey.
"When I grabbed a rock, I thought I could turn it into bread." Bruce stopped and looked toward a cell. "When I poured water into a glass, I thought I could turn it into wine. I looked down at a corpse and told it to rise. I looked at the clouds and told them to part. I did all of this because of what I thought I had. What did I have?"
Bruce turned toward the cell. "A God Complex."
"Very good, Mr. Wayne," the inmate said as lightning flashed, revealing the inmate to be Edward Nigma. He was sitting down while leaning against the wall, his long hair framing his sharp facial features. The thin, oddly handsome man looked over at Bruce, his light green eyes peering into Bruce's dark blue eyes. "Now, riddle me this: It feels as if the world revolves around me. As if a story is being written around my life. I feel as if destiny itself is telling me to fix this problem and deal with that issue. People surround me, both good and bad, but I do not worry, for it all seems right. What do I have to make me feel this?"
"Main Character Syndrome."
Riddler chuckled softly. "So there is a mind in there. I suppose you don't become the leader of the Wayne... or rather the Wu-San-Wayne Conglomerate by being a fool."
"You think I can't save Harvey or anyone else, do you?"
Riddler chuckled. "Of course, I don't. Fries was a fluke. You and your wife were just lucky. Harvey, Joker, Ivy, you really think you can cure them? What's next, turning Karlo human again?"
"Yes."
Riddler glanced at Bruce before looking back up at the ceiling. "I take back what I said. You are a fool."
"If being a man of faith makes me a fool, then I'm a fool. After all, I believe you can return to being a good man."
Riddler chuckled. "When was I EVER a good man?"
"When you were just Edward Nigma. When you tried to create a device that would increase human memory and mental processing power." Edward's hand twitched. "I read the reports. Your invention would have changed Gotham forever for the better. It was a work of genius that could have improved the lives of everyone in the city. If you weren't betrayed, if your work wasn't sabotaged-"
"ENOUGH!" Bruce looked down at. . . Edward. "That's. . . That's enough. Just... leave," he said sadly as he hugged himself.
Bruce looked down sadly at Edward before turning and walking away but stopped. "You're not an evil man, Edward. . . You're a hurt one. I'll find a way to heal you so your mind can be used for good... like it once was before. I promise." Bruce then walked away.
Edward stared at the ground before he saw water fall to the ground. He then realized he was... crying. "Who asked for your help anyway, Wayne," Edward asked in a breaking voice.
One week has passed since Bruce's visit to Arkham.
An armored police transport drove through Gotham. There were criminal snipers throughout the Gotham rooftops, but they were all taken out by the Bat Family, with the exclusion of Batman himself. Nightwing led the charge, with Batwoman as second-in-command. Red Hood had his sniper, taking out the engines of any cars speeding toward the transport, especially if crooks stuck their guns out the window. Batgirl was able to keep surveillance while Robin was able to use detective skills to predict where the next crook would appear.
In short, the Bat Family made breaking Two-Face out impossible. Not even the League of Assassins or the Court of Owls would have stood a chance against the Bat Family.
The transport then stopped in front of Gotham General Hospital.
Commissioner Gordon himself got out of the lead car and opened the transport. "We're here, Harvey."
Harvey was sitting down, his side visible before he looked up at Gordon. Even the Commissioner could see it in his eye: hope.
Harvey then stood up and walked out of the vehicle, hands cuffed. When he got out, he looked up at the tall building. "Is it... is it really going to end, Jim?" He looked at the heroic police officer. "Will it really be over?"
Jim placed a hand on Harvey's shoulder. "God willing, Harvey."
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME, GORDON," Two-Face yelled as he yanked himself away from Jim. "You really believe Bruce?! Hah?! You think it's THAT easy to get rid of me?! Just paint a bunch of crap on me and sing Kumbaya?! YOU CAN'T GET RID OF TWO-FACE! NONE OF YOU CAN! Not even you, Harv. You MADE me."
"No."
"YOU NEED ME! I'M THE ONLY REASON WE ROSE TO THE TOP IN THE UNDERWORLD! THE NAME TWO-FACE IS LEGENDARY! I AM ONE OF GOTHAM'S GREATEST CRIME LORDS! I KILLED CARMINE FALCONE, DAMNIT! THIS CITY BELONGS TO TWO-FACE! YOU HEAR ME, WAYNE," he screamed at the building. "GIVE HARV THE PLASTIC SURGERY! MAKE HIM LOOK 'NORMAL' AGAIN! I'LL BE BACK! I'LL ALWAYS BE BACK! G-GET OFF ME! GET YOUR FILTHY PIG HANDS OFF OF ME," Two-Face went as police officers dragged him into the hospital. "WAAAAAYNE!"
Two-Face was escorted into the hospital, the staff obviously terrified of him. However, Two-Face saw a familiar face and chuckled darkly at him. "Hello, Doc. Been a few years. I think the last time we saw each other, I was 'born'."
"M-Mr. Dent. Please, forgive me," the doctor said with tears in his eyes.
"For what? Have you ever wondered why I never came to kill you? It's because I'm GLAD I arrived. Don't worry. After Wayne fails and I kill him, I'll leave you alive after I make Gotham mine." Two-Face was then pushed toward the elevator, the doctor shaking as tears fell from the old man's face, his nurse comforting him.
Two-Face continued to look down until the elevator doors opened, the crime lord glaring up as he saw the surgical operating room. He was then escorted into the white room, seeing four people.
He didn't recognize the first man, but he was pretty muscular. The second one was Dr. Fries, with his equipment nearby. Third was Bruce Wayne himself, with the final one being his very pregnant wife, Sandra.
"Heh, is the due date, soon, Wayne," Two-Face spat out.
"Yes."
"Then lucky she's in a hospital. I can't wait to crush the brat beneath my good shoes. . . No response, Wayne? Pathetic," he said as he was being strapped to the operating table.
"Bruce, I'm sorry. I don't mean anything he's saying," Harvey said with a pained and sincere voice.
"I know, Harv."
Harvey then looked up at the unknown man. "Who are you?"
"Dr. Michael Holt. I'm your surgeon," Holt said as he put on his mask and gloves. He then placed a gas mask on Harvey.
"Will... the nightmare. . . end," Harvey asked sleepily.
"One way or another, it will. I promise."
"Thank . . . you." Harvey then went to sleep.
"Alright. Dr. Fries?"
Victor then took out a device and used it to freeze the unburnt half of Harvey's body. "Now he's numb enough to operate on. He won't suffer from shock or cardiac arrest."
"Perfect," Holt said as he readied the tools.
Bruce then turned to Sandra. "I'm still not okay with this."
"Bruce, I'm the superior meditate. I was the one who taught you the technique to begin with."
"It's still too much stress on the body."
"On the MIND, Bruce. My body will be just fine. Our DAUGHTER will be just fine."
"It should still be me. Harvey is MY friend."
"Then you should want the best possible chance at saving him. Place more faith in your wife," Sandra said with a smile.
"Sandra."
"I understand you fear losing me, but never forget who I am. I am Lady Shiva, the Empress of Diyu, Grandmaster of the League of Shadows... and the Wife of the Batman. I am Sandra Wu-San-Wayne."
". . . I love you."
"As I you. Which is why I have faith that you will defend me."
"With my dying breath."
Sandra smiled before she heard the wheelchair being brought in by Victor. "It's ready."
Sandra nodded before she walked over and sat down in the chair, gently holding her belly before looking at the unconscious Harvey. Sadly, she was at Two-Face's side, looking right at his eyeball.
Sandra then closed her eyes and began to meditate. In mere moments, her Astral Form left her body, her spirit showing no signs of pregnancy. In fact, she was wearing her favorite outfit... for assassination.
She stared at Two-Face before the eyeball actually looked toward her. Two-Face's dark chuckle was even heard.
'Come on. Don't be shy. Come on in so I can CUT YOU IN TWO,' the mental voice echoed.
Sandra glared at him before her spirit flew up, floating over Two-Face... before diving into his mind, headfirst.
Then. . . darkness.
