Two-Face
Two-Face was hearing whispers. Not ones in his head, actual whispers; people were saying that the Joker was back. Impossible. He'd been dead for years. One does not simply return from the dead... unless Harley was more insane than he'd previously thought. Had she actually gone through with her plan to resurrect him via the Lazarus Pits? Did she not realize the repercussions? Joker would be completely mad! Not like he wasn't already, but it would be a different type of insanity. He nervously picked up his walkie-talkie. "
Hey, Tim?" he called. "
Yeah, boss?" Tim replied. "
We have something We need you to do for us. Can you go investigate... the rumors...?" Two-Face knew that Tim was hearing the whispers too. A crackling moment of no response. "
Tim?" Harvey's voice edged dangerously. "
Uhm, yeah, sure thing boss. I'll report in as soon as I can... unless the Clown kills me..." Two-Face put the walkie-talkie down. Could Joker really be back?
The only way to get by in this place is to get ourselves some respect. Fear. That's how we get respect. Show them all how we do things. We should be fair, though. This is a place of justice after all.