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Gilda isn't all too worried when she hears a creak in her house. Maybe, it's because she knows no one but God would be able to save the man who messes with Harvey Dent's wife. With Two-Face’s wife.
Or maybe she just doesn't care anymore.
At worst, she expects the Bat. Another interrogation.
Instead, her husband stands at one of their tables, holding a framed picture. He looks up, surprised.
It's one of their wedding photos. Her favorite.
“I didn't think you were here.”
“...My car is being worked on.”
He doesn't have a suit on. It’s something Arkham dressed him in, something she's seen him wearing on visits before. Anytime he breaks out, he gets his suit. He must've come here first. She hasn't even been told he escaped yet.
“I'll leave.” He places the frame down.
“You didn't come to see me, Harvey?”
“I came to find Harvey.” He says, like Gilda is supposed to know how to respond to that. “Harv hasn't…Been here. Thought he woulda come back. If he saw the…” He straightens out his collar.
She sighs. Walks up to him, stares up at him. Doesn't reach out, as much as she wants to. “I..” Her hand twitches. “I need you to be honest with me. Please.” He doesn't agree he will. Doesn't disagree, either. “I need you to…to tell me what you are. If you're my husband. Ever since- ever since…I can't tell if you're talking in metaphors since you can't face it or what, but I need you to tell me what you mean.”
He looks away, like he's thinking. She can tell when he slips his hand in a pocket that he isn't, at least not about his answer. He's fumbling for a coin. He doesn't find one.
“I care about you, because Harv did. Does.” He glances back for a second. The unscarred part of his face is entirely out of her view. “But I'm not him. I never was.”
“...Are you the reason he…?” Gilda can't finish the question.
“He wanted this as much as I did. And as little.”
Gilda reaches her hand out, touches the side of Harvey's -Two-face's- face.
“You need to call the cops.”
“What?”
“I'm an escaped murderer. You need to call them. Or else when they figure out I was here, they think you harbored a fugitive.”
“I'll tell them you weren't here. I wouldn't give you up like that.”
Her husband, or whatever else he is to her now, narrows his eyes at her. “The Bat always finds out.” He turns around and heads for the door.
“I love you, okay?”
He pauses. “Harvey loves you too.” Opens the door-
“Be safe.”
“Thank you. Call the cops.”
Shuts it behind him.
“...Love you too.”