#halekulan-i

"Little Goodie-Two Shoes Harvey Dent? Pass please, as in pass me the sick bag! Always scampering after Bruce like a lost little shadow, tch!" Roman hisses. If he hated Bruce Wayne, he hated Harvey Dent half - or twice - as much. Roman was never sure which but together the two rubbed him the wrong way, and all he wanted to do was find ways to get them into trouble back when they were kids. But then the attack happened, that day in court. Roman remembered it like it was yesterday, when Gotham's beloved pretty boy got a nasty wake-up call thanks to Maroni. Now he wasn't so pretty anymore, his good looks only half what they used to be but it had brought out a whole other side in the District Attorny, the one he knew existed if somebody poked and prodded him long enough. "Two-Face on the other hand, now there I might be convinced. And no, I ain't afraid of that mug, not when I look at my own every day in the mirror but Two-Face... yeah, he knows what's up. He's the one who knows how to have a good time without a care in the world, so I'd say smash if only everything he did didn't rely on a goddamn coin toss. Pass."

He taps his fingers on the table as he observes the man... men? Man. "What has a head and a tail, but no body?" he finally speaks up

One time during Khare's shift, she was working alone at the front when Harvey came in. She had absolutely no idea who he was since she hadn't been in Gotham very long and treated him just like she would anybody else, taking his order and making sure it was to his liking. It never twigged later on when reading the paper or watching the news, the only thing she remembers about the incident was that he was just a nice customer who wanted two bagels.

And a bonus: Vs. Xerneas!Sycamore (Calem route)

"Sometimes he's too lenient, like a kindergarten teacher. I suppose it's good to be nice to everyone and let them figure things out at their own pace, but if you coddle everyone all the time and make sure they're always comfortable how are they supposed to grow?"

Ah, Harvey Dent. Such a cruel fate Gotham had in store for her youngest District Attorney. Loathe as Edward was to admit it, there was some small inkling of empathy for the distinctive duo-themed man, seeing the other as a kindred spirit of sorts even. Dent had been one of the few honest men in the judicial court, one who could not be bribed to sway his judgement any more than the flow of a river could be diverted by a skipping stone. That was until the District Attorney had half his face melted by Maroni in court. Edward had still been working for the GCPD when it happened. He still remembered the mindless chatter of his so-called peers, feeling that familiar rush of venomous disgust when half of them were in the pocket of Maroni or some other criminal family anyway. Gotham was a filthy city who had many greasy fingers in her pie and anybody who tried to do right by her ended up paying the price. No good deed goes unpunished as they say. It was that particular incident which had tipped him over the edge, prompting Edward to turn his back on the GCPD and exact his own brand of justice upon the fair city. Using his natural skill to extract the information necessary for change, finding out who was getting their back scratched became his life's work, to exact justice in a city where too many knew how to flaunt the law by simply waving a wad of cash before greedy eyes... why, if honest souls like Dent could not do so within the legal bounds, Edward would do so outside of their corrupt little ring, expose the likes of Hamilton Hill and Peter Grogan before the public eye and let justice take course naturally. It wasn't as though he had any particular fondness for Mr. Dent. He still didn't even after he became known as Two-Face. Yes, it was a shame what happened to him, the man's intellect was as keen as a new razor but now the former attorney was beholden to certain intricacies much like himself, with chance and coin flips over puzzles and riddles. Edward scoffed. Chance was at the mercy of a coin toss. He operated on cold hard fact. Still, he toyed with the idea of coming up with a few riddles for Dent personally should they happen to share a cell in future. I'm better as heads but worse as birds. Yes, that could work...

@twcfaces

It describes Eddie's criminal lifestyle and also has the line "I'm like a bad doctor, I ain't got no patience." which is something that Eddie says in a comic but is done way better in this song because it flows better.