[rl] Harvey, Tony, Joker and Crane

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It was funny how practical things seemed to slip by in the rush of action. Harvey Dent was a practical man- even in his slight mania, driven by a dead woman's voice and a cackling laugh he planned. Even outside of the rules he looked steps ahead yet his feet nearly took him back to his apartment before his mind snapped to.

It wasn't something you thought about when you stood over the body of the orderly trying to keep you in place, a filthy man who had been judged properly and now bled on the floor for his crimes against the weaker patients. Things like where to live, how to eat, were not top priority with 'Iron Man' dashing the newspaper's covers. Harvey nearly rolled his eyes - leave it to Bruce to call in favors from his fictional pal. Somehow he doubted Iron Man was here to see the sights on his own.

He stopped in an old building, throwing his hood off as he did. The narrow streets may be filth but anyone with eyes would notice the near skeletal half even with their eyes averted. He promised Bruce they would never see him as 'Harvey Dent' after all. Better safe than sorry. For now this place would do fine, until the next night and the night after that.

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The look of frustration on Harvey's face was for the doctor's seat- he'd be stuck in the back with that - instead of the shoulder pat from the man who had nearly killed the love of his life. So he took his seat, pushing aside the limp form of the man who had killed her. The sound or sirens was beginning to creep upon them, muffled as Harvey closed the door and they sped away.