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Shadows streamed into Gotham’s newest District Attorney’s office. Said shadows seemed to split the young man in half, with the shadows covering the left part of his body.
The black haired man sighed as he glanced down at the small packet he picked up from Gotham’s Mental Institution, mentally preparing himself for the contents inside.
At first the information was familiar to Harvey, as he’d already known about his bipolar disorder, and paranoid schizophrenia as he was diagnosed at a young age. As he’d expertly kept it under wraps his whole career. Soon the information became unfamiliar and his mind milled over the idea of reading on or not.
Without thinking his fingers curled over the coin in his pocket, although it wasn’t the same two-headed coin he flipped for juvenile criminals into thinking about reforming.
“Heads I continue reading, tails I don’t.”
Flipping the coin once, then twice then flipping it over in his hand to call it. Looking at his palm he sighed when he saw heads.
“Damnit.” Dent sighed as he shoved the coin back in his pocket and focused back on the packet depicting his mental health.
Dissociative Identity Disorder was written in italics making it stand out against the page. Panic seized him as Dent thought of how his career would be over if any media outlet got a hold of the information.
“𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔.” The voice in his head mussed. Although it’s been almost eight years since Falcone “died” the remnants of the gang who didn’t join Penguin’s mob were out for his head. After putting away many of his men, the Falcone Crime family has tried to kill him multiple times.
“Shut up.” He hissed to the low baritone rasp in his head. The voice has been getting louder as of late causing him to slowly spiral. “𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇" Sadly the voice was correct in some aspects. He enjoyed threatening Lovecraft; it made him feel powerful, something he enjoyed from his own courtroom. H̶a̶r̶v̶e̶y̶ enjoyed the fear in their eyes.
The door being opened in a hurry halted his thoughts as Harvey quickly covered the medical records with a case file. “Harvey!” now commissioner James Gordon called in a hurry. “Jim what’s wrong?” He questioned as he stood from his desk straightening his suit in the process. “Johnny Viti was found dead the killer left a pumpkin at the scene. The killer used a .22 pistol-the serial number was filed off, with a taped handle. Killer used a baby bottle nipple as a silencer.” Gordon explained.
Dent slammed his hands onto his desk, “Damnit.” He hissed darkly, “he was just about to testify, goddamnit!”
Jim watched the dark haired man’s outburst and sighed. “I know you're upset about this Harvey but you need to calm down. Bullock’s in the car, we are heading back to the GCPD to meet with Batman, see if he knows anything. We’d need your help to bring this killer down.” He again waited and watched his friend’s movements. Although he and the new DA had their ups and downs they still worked well together.
Harvey quickly composed himself as he met Gordon’s eyes. “Alright, I'll help.” Jim’s tired features lit up slightly at Dent’s agreement. Jerking his head towards the hallway Gordon started out, Harvey not long behind him.
One way or another Falcone’s men along with Carmine himself for real this time would be taken down. No matter it be the legal way or not.