[rl] Harvey and Batman

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It had been nearly twenty minutes now he felt something boring into his back, the irritating feeling of being watched as he moved down another alley, far more cautious than he would usually expend. His hood was up, as customary, his gun in his belt and his coin in his pocket. A normal damned night, besides that pressing feeling.

Gotta wonder- Not like life wasn't already just a little more difficult. Edward's apparent stunt with the Joker had compromised his home- shelter, whatever you cared to call it. It just meant it was all the harder to find a place to sleep at, to tend to wounds and simmer. Hell, it was almost like when he had first stumbled back to this city. Of course things were a little different now.

Not so helpless and hapless anymore. There was blood on the soles of Harvey's shoes now and when he turned each corner he only saw the filth he promised to clean, not the ghosts embedded in the brick. Harvey Dent's name was becoming quieter on the citizens lips and his own work easier to complete. He didn't even bother to count anymore. Twenty two.

He had a chance at a new place, somewhere well hidden in the Narrows where no face or name were needed as long as the money were real enough. He considered going there but the feeling following him just wouldn't shake. Him.

Harvey placed his hand on the handle of his gun, staring up the alley's high street. "I was wondering when you would show your face again." he said into the empty street.

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"When you don't stop them, you allow it to happen. Crane is planning something. If you had turned him in while you were living with him, he wouldn't be able to release his toxin. Buyer beware: don't purchase anything canned in Gotham factories for the next few weeks." That wasn't entirely fair - he knew that wasn't entirely fair. He had his own blame in not being able to stop Crane. Raiding the factories to find nothing, even. But, it was important he make Harvey feel as involved as necessary to manipulate - that sounded so sinister - him into seeing things Batman's way.

"That coin is your crutch. You can't decide anything for yourself, can you?" Batman scowled distastefully, obviously disapproving. Still, his eyes focused on the coin, and then Harvey's face. "I'm not going to stop you from using it. But, consider your options for yourself before you really let chance pick your fate."

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"He is?" Harvey watched the other carefully, as if measuring his words before he replied. "He hasn't been around. Last I heard and Nygma were together." Saying too much- He raised his head and continued. "I thought he may be the one behind the recent Arkham break but there's no way. Apparently some new player's in town." Wonder what moniker he'll go by. He just nodded at the information on the food, wasn't like he went grocery shopping to begin with. He almost felt nauseous, speaking to the Bat like this, a little too much like those days before when he revered the other. Maybe part of him missed it under the incessant whispering.

He glanced over at the words on his coin, his crutch, completely silent a still a moment before his expression hardened away from whatever look was wrestling for dominance on his features. "I told you before it's not about what I want." He growled, his tone regaining it's muddled rage. This could be his chance, if he was quick enough to pull out his gun while the other was looking to his coin, his eyes. "A man can't live two lives." Something in his tone faltered, the hate diminishing. "You know that well, don't you?"

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Nygma. That was useful - he wondered if Harvey had meant to give him that much information, not that it mattered. He would be confronting Nygma over this. Bruce had promised not to stop by the penthouse, but Batman hadn't. And he'd be paying a visit very soon.

"Ra's al Ghul. Stay away from him, regardless of what side you choose. He's dangerous to even the people who agree with him." At the comment regarding double lives, he almost had to laugh. "I'm managing all right so far." That was a lie - sort of, at least. Bruce was doing a good job of separating himself from the Batman, no one had figured it out, but the effects were noticeable on Bruce's mental state and it was hard to really separate your beliefs. There was measurable bleeding of one life into the other.

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Harvey's eye narrowed at the name, more so at the warning accompanying it. "Who is he?" How do you know him? Why didn't you stop the break out then? Who-

Harvey's brow raised. "Thought you said I wasn't the only one who lost everything." He commented.

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"Who in Gotham hasn't lost something to this war, Harvey? It doesn't make it harder to be who I am as well as what Gotham needs." He was backpedaling. He wasn't sure he wanted to answer the first question, but he did owe Harvey answers to some extent. "He was the one responsible for the first outbreak of fear toxin. Without Ra's al Ghul, Crane never would have been able to synthesize it."

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"Then what did you lose?" Harvey spat, taking an angry step to the side. "Shouldn't have given in, I told you, told them but-" he broke off as if remembering himself, stony gaze returning to the vigilante.

Ra's al Ghul. At least he had a name now. He'd have to find Crane and have a few words. "What does this 'al Ghul' want with Gotham?" Why the outbreak? It couldn't possibly help the man in anyway.