TwoFace
The sun is begining to rise. The warm glow of morning begining to take hold of a city who knows darkness best. Soon the skyscrapers will bask in a glowing light and the streets will be lit brightly. But even the sun cannot kill every shadow in Gotham. The darkness in this city doesn't exist only physically...the truth is that Gotham's darkest places reside in the hearts of her people.
"Poetic, Harvey." He grins, his reflection in the window before me a haunting memory.
"Good work last night, by the way." He chuckles, staring at me. I try to ignore him, staring past his image and looking out at the Gotham city skyline.
"You beat those thugs mercilously. Haha... Batman couldn't have done any better."
"What are you saying..." I hiss.
"Harvey, you and I both know the truth. Your teetering on a line. A line Batman refuses to cross. Refused...sorry."
"That's what makes me better!" I growl, shouting at the window to an image only I can see.
"I'd say different...not better." He says with a mercilous smirk.
"See, Harvey, here's what you're not getting. You, yourself? ... You're a *****. A scared child, fearful to make decisions, take control, or do anything on your own. That's why you need me. Even now, in your glorious reformation, you keep me around."
"I don't keep you around!" I shout.
"You won't go away!"
"Harvey, Harvey, Harvey..." he shakes his head, putting his hand to his forehead and taking a long sigh.
"You made me. I do everything you can't. That's why you keep me around. You don't want to let go. I'm your insurance."
As I listen to his words, I feel a pit form in the bottom of my stomach. Suddenly, I feel weak...tired. I realize he's right. About this, the coin, all of it. It's all been a coping method. A sick way for my fractured personality to make sense of a world I'm too fearful to face.
Fear. It's always held me back. ... It was the start of all of it.
"Come on, Harvey," he speaks, his voice charismatic and pervertedly soothing.
"It's time we did this the right way, isn't it? Flip the coin. Let fate decide our next move." As he coerces me, I reach into my pocket and slowly pull out the coin, compelled - hypnotized. I hold it up and he nods, a wide grin across his face. I place the coin over my thumb and hold up my hand - it's time to choose.
CRASH. A loud noise comes from the doorway to the apartment. The sound of glass shattering screams, falling into the pitter patter of raindrops. I soon hear the crunch of glass being stepped on, walked over. Someone is here.
"What the hell was that?" I say, grasping the coin tightly in my hand. I reach into my pocket with my free hand and pull out the .22, ready to fire.
"Oh, dammit. Just when I was making headway."
"Who's there!?" I shout, aiming the gun toward the hallway.
"Show your face!"
As I hold fast, ready to fire, I hear the sound of multiple footsteps approaching. The hallway between the door and this room isn't big, but it's large enough to hold twenty or so men. I step backward, pushing up against the window at my back.
"Harvey, get out of here." He says, a whisper in my ear.
"We can finish this conversation later..."
"No." I say adamantly, slipping the saftery off the pistol.
"You say I can't do anything on my own? I'll show you."
"Great," he sighs.
"Now you get balls."
As I watch the hallway, a figure emerges, coming out of the shadow and into plain sight. I see his coat, the bandages, and my heart sinks into the bowels of my stomach.
"You know, Harvey, you should lock your doors." He grins as multiple figures begin to step forward, coming to his aid.
"It's a really bad neighborhood." They raise their weapons and aim for my head, ready to fire at their leader's command.
"What, nothing to say?" He smiles, folding his arms over his chest.
"Both of you are speechless?" He mocks, laughing slightly.
"Hush..." I say under my breath, muttering his name like a curse.
"You here to finish what you started?"
"I'm here to thank you. You took out Thorne for me. Now I run the south side of Gotham." He reaches into his trenchcoat and pulls out a .375 magnum pistol. I swallow hard as he locks the barrel into place and aims the sight at the tip of the barrel for my head.
"So, thanks, Harvey. I knew I let you live for a reason. Unfortunately, you've outlived your usefulness." He grins, his finger slipping over the trigger carefully.
"Say hi to 'the Bat' for me."
They say when you're about to die, you feel a cold come over you. You see your life go before your eyes, all the good - all the bad. It's a bitter sweet moment, one where you realize all you've truly done in your lifetime. A silence comes over the room and I close my eyes, accepting my fate. No way out now...
it's over.
"Boss, what the hell is that?" One of the men shouts, pointing behind me. I turn to look, but before I can, the window behind me shatters. Glass pours like rain and I drop to the floor, shielding my eyes. The men open fire, shooting toward me, but to my surprise, not at me. The sound of gunfire fills the air, accompanied by the sounds of faint screams, and the "thuds" of bodies hitting the floor.
Looking up to catch a glimpse of the ruckess, I see a dark shadow cover me. An arm wraps around my torso and grabs me tightly, forcefully taking hold. Before I can say a word, I'm pulled out the apartment and through the shattered window into the open air. As I'm taken from certain death, I catch a glimpse of Hush's face, a disgruntled scowl - an angered sneer. I see him mouth "no" before I drop out of view, and into a freefall. I expect to be falling, plummeting to my demise on the hard street stories below, but suprisingly, I'm not. Instead, I'm swinging through the air, being carried by the shadow as the sun breaches the horizon.
"W-what the hell just happened?" I ask myself, stunned and in shock.
"You're lucky I was following Hush, Harvey." A voice says, the tone femine yet stern. I look back to see the figure holding me, the person who saved me from certain death. I see the black garb, the pointed ears of the head, and the black cape flowing from behind. For a minute, I'm taken back - back to the past. I say his name under my breath, barely a whisper.
"Bruce..."
Before I can finish the breath I'm thrown through the air with surprising force. I hit the rough ground of a rooftop, forced into a roll. I stop myself and look up, as the figure lands just feet from my head. I see the legs, the body type, and suddenly I remember that Bruce is dead - gone forever. The figure looks at me, her red hair flowing behind her mask in the cool morning air.
"Irony of ironies," she says, her voice forced to sound darker and more intimidating.
"I go after Hush and find Two Face. Two birds with one stone."
"Batwoman..." I grunt, lifting myself to my knees.
"Well, Mr. Dent, I think it's about time I take you to the MCU. Gordon's been looking for you."