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[The Joker]

Joker figured he should probably help Two-Face. Giving an irritated sigh, he hopped up from the bed. He lunged forward, aiming for the man's shoulder in an attempt to knock him off of Two-Face.

[Bruce Wayne]

Batman threw his weight in the opposite direction of Dent's attempting to keep the two from rolling. He saw the Joker lurch forward out of the corner of his eye. Lifting his arm off of Dent's neck he brought his fist in a powerful backhand across the Joker's face. The shift in weight meant allowing Dent to roll them. Once he was under Dent he reached up once again trying to get the man's throat in his grip.

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Two-Face knocked the gloved hands aside and punched the masked man hard on his jaw, the only part of his face exposed under the mask. He scrambled gracelessly to his feet and aimed a kick to the man's kidneys.

His guns. Where were his guns? In the bedside cabinet. How to get them without turning his back on this black-clad gargoyle...

[The Joker]

Joker hit the floor, dazed. Once he'd regained his senses, he turned to look back at the strange man. His expression had changed from mild interest to awe. He didn't know who this was, but he liked him.

He noticed Two-Face standing up. Must be going for his guns. He thought. Wanting to give his ally more time, he lunged at the man on the floor, trying to pin him down.

"You're fun."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Two-Face ripped the drawer from the bedside table, snatching up his guns. He shot a look of annoyance at Joker. "Yeah, you said that to me, too."

He clicked off the safety catches and levelled them at the stranger's torso.

"Ok, enough. Get up, whoever you are. "

[Bruce Wayne]

Batman took the punch on the jaw without flinching. As Dent stood he rolled out of the way to avoid Dent's wild kick. He had gotten up to one knee when the Joker landed on him throwing him back to the ground. He rolled his weight bringing the Joker under him. Raising his fist he brought it down hard across the Joker's head.

"And you're through."

He stood turning to face Dent. His hands moving slowly up to the bat shaped shuriken attached to his belt.

"Put the guns down Dent. You can't win."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Two-Face watched in consternation as the man effortlessly dodged his blows, but genuine fear flashed in his eyes as he saw a powerful arm descend in a blow that looked as if it could crack a skull, and the Joker went limp.

Two-Face's gaze swept over the massive form of the man before him, from the black-cowled head to the boots.

"No? I'm the one with the guns. It seems like I have a more than fair chance. So I'm going to ask you again." His voice rose to a hoarse scream. "What the hell are you?"

[Bruce Wayne]

Batman's hand loosened two shuriken from the belt. He focused in on Dent's arms. Calculating the proper angle and force with which to throw. His voice was gruff, but calm and collected.

"I'm Justice"

He threw first one then on the other shuriken. He put spin on them to have them come in from the sides aiming for Dent's wrists.

[Detective Montoya]

They were moving in. The staff at the front desk had pointed them to the rooms that the strange party had checked into. Weapons drawn, the team stormed the first room.

"Clear!" Shouted one of the men.

Renée moved in from her position in the hall, fear gripping her as she saw Dr. Quinzel lying on the bed. She rushed over and checked for a pulse. "She's alive, get the EMTs up here!" As walkie talkies were drawn to summon the medical team, she gently stroked the woman's hair. "It'll be all right. We've got you, Dr. Quinzel."

Commotion from a room down the hall got the team moving once more. Renée rushed out as the paramedics came in. They assembled in the hall, waiting for the order to move in.

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Two-Face saw the quick movement of the man's arms and fired both his guns at once, aiming for the heart.

The shuriken whipped through the air and curved, each of them flying through the air towards him too quickly to see, their razor sharp edges slicing across his wrists. Two-Face cried out and dropped his guns, watching in disbelief as twin spatters of dark blood flew from his wrists.

"What the... what the hell did you do to me?" He clutched one wrist with the other hand, his skin already slick with blood, only to see the cut on the other forearm bleed even more profusely as he squeezed his fingers around the wound.

He breathed hard, head swimming. If he kept fighting, blood loss and shock would claim him almost as quickly as a bullet would do. If he surrendered to this thing, this creature, who knew what would happen? The man could slice his throat, put a bullet in his head - anything. And Joker... he looked helplessly at the limp form on the floor. Was he dead, or just unconscious? Was he even breathing? If Two-Face gave up now, there might be a chance to keep the other man alive.

This man - this caped thing - could fly at him any second. But there was no other option. There was only one way to decide what to do.

Two-Face reeled with pain and shock, his voice wild as his mind span. "Justice? In Gotham? There's no justice. There never was. That's where Harvey was wrong. There's no justice - just chance."

He fumbled in his pocket with nerveless fingers and nearly dropped the coin. Forcing his fingers closed, he flipped it and wiped away his own blood from the gleaming metal.



He stared down at the coin for a moment, eyes intense, then screamed his frustration. Two-Face fell forwards. It was Harvey Dent's arm flung out against the wall that checked the fall and Harvey who dragged himself back upright.

[Bruce Wayne]

Batman fell backwards as the two rounds Dent fired impacted his chest. He had been winded by the brute force of the rounds, he was bruised but his suit had taken the lethality out of the shots.

He got to one knee as Dent screamed about Justice. He looked up at the sound of a a coin being flipped, standing as Dent fell forward catching himself on the wall. Breathing heavily he closed the distance quickly, he grabbed the other man by collar of his shirt.

"Chance Harvey? You've had your chance. I was hoping you could be a friend. Be an ally. I was wrong. You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man whose fallen so low he can't see where he once stood. What he once was."

He brought his fist up into Dent's gut.

"Now give up. You've lost."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Hate burned in Harvey's eyes as the man dragged him forwards though he did not resist, and his breath left him in a pained gasp as the fist drove hard into his stomach.

Winded, he gasped for breath, unable to speak. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, and he offered no resistance to the man who held his collar in a grip that felt as hard as stone.

[Bruce Wayne]

Satisfied at Dent's lack of resistance Batman raised his fist and brought hard across Dent's face. He felt Dent go limp. Dragging him and the joker to the middle of the room he leaned them against each other back to back. taking line from his belt he tied the two unconscious men together.

"Harvey Dent. I can't believe you've sunk this low. I was hoping you'd be the one to remain untainted by this diseased city. You were what this city needed. You were the public face of good. For now I guess the shadows will have to do."

He looked to the door as he heard the police assembling outside. Quickly moving to the window he mounted the sill and paused for a moment as the door swung open. Turning as the police entered he lept from the window and into the shadow's embrace.

[Detective Montoya]

"Shots fired! I repeat, shots fired! Montoya, take 'em in hot!"

The orders were shouted over the radios. Renée checked to make sure everyone was ready before kicking the door open, weapon drawn. She caught a glimpse of that weirdo jumping out of the window before turning her attention to the 'package'.

She approached them, weapon still at the ready. Realizing that they were definitely down for the count, she holstered her pistol. "All clear!"

She knelt by them, checking their pulses. "They're alive. Get some EMTs in here. Dent's in bad shape."

She pulled out her radio. "All units, stand down. We have apprehended Dent and Joker. They will be taken directly to the Arkham Asylum Hospital Wing. Over."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Harvey's head snapped to the side and pain exploded in his cheekbone. Blackness fell over his vision almost instantly, his head rocking back with the force of the blow. As he lost consciousness, he picked out single words spoken in a growl.

"Disease... face...shadows."

Harvey dimly felt himself being dragged forwards, and then he knew no more.