Follows this post.Though Nadine fell asleep with relative ease once he managed to convince her that the Scarecrow was nowhere in the vicinity, Harvey had a more difficult time. All he could see was Duela’s little face, brows knit with worry and confusion, peeking out of her bedroom door. He was both thankful and regretful that she’d gone back ( Read more... )

The Batmobile roared up to the rundown duplex, nearly coming up on the sidewalk as it pulled to a stop ( Read more... )

Harvey wasn't sure how many minutes--hours?--had gone by since Crane left Nadine's apartment. He'd flipped the damn coin more times than he could remember. Now, as he sat on the couch--he let out a little laugh--now he'd turned to a higher authority ( Read more... )

*repeated coinflip - ting, ting* Can't decide...

Fresh from court, Harvey sat down at his desk, checking his pile of messages. He ran his fingers through his hair and stifled a yawn. The day was dragging and he still had to conduct an interview for the vacant ADA position. His eyes fell to the file folder that an assistant had put on his desk earlier in the day. He picked it up, realizing ( Read more... )

[OOC: Set toward the end of Batman Begins.]

Assistant District Attorney Harvey Dent smoothed his tie as he stepped into the room where he was to be interrogating--no, he reminded himself, interviewing--Arkham Asylum's most prominent resident, one Dr. Jonathan Crane. Gotham police had captured the doctor whose mysterious chemicals now infected ( Read more... )

Harvey woke up with a start. He'd slept so heavily that he barely budged all night and now, for reasons he couldn't explain, maybe due to some internal alarm, the former district attorney sat up in bed, heart racing. He never remembered having these starts - it wasn't the first time it happened - until after the explosion. More precisely, he ( Read more... )

Harvey wasn't sure how he ended up back at the motel. He knew Gotham City well enough, so it was a fair guess that he had gone there from the old apartment by memory. After working the card key on the door of the room he'd rented for Nadine and himself, he went in. Tired and numb, he shrugged out of his suit jacket, then glanced toward the bed, ( Read more... )

It was easy to get by the receptionist. He had a brand new suit and a new fedora. He flashed her a smile, not letting her see the bad side of his face, hat pulled down, and he was past her. Ten years in prison may have aged him - his hair was more gray than blond these days, there were more crinkles around his eyes, and he was a tad more jowly ( Read more... )

Carrion Crow-verse. Follows last entry.Even now, years later, Harvey Dent, for all of his madness, could still think like a lawyer when it suited him. He could still follow the evidence to find someone or something. It was amazing the way, even in Gotham’s underground, people left paper trails or witnesses. He’d learned those first months and ( Read more... )