Harvey's struggle

Could it be Harley? Poison Ivy sure moved fast, Roland thought.

"What's wrong?" Jason walked over and asked.

"Nothing. Just some adults-only stuff." Roland yawned. "Come on, let's head back."

"What about these guys?" Jason pointed at the people lying on the ground.

"They won't be getting out of their hospital beds for at least a month. Just leave them."

"Oh."

As the two walked back, they suddenly heard an impassioned torrent of German.

"Es bleiben im Raum. Keitel, Jodl, Krebs und Burgdorf."

"Das war ein Befehl!"

"Der Angriff Steiner war ein Befehl..."

"Die gesamte Generalität ist nichts weiter als ein Haufen niederträchtiger, treuloser Feiglinge!"

"...Why does that voice sound so familiar?" The longer Roland listened, the more something felt off. He didn't understand German at all, but that powerful delivery was frightening enough on its own.

"Sounds like the Führer," Jason remarked.

"No, I feel like I've heard that voice somewhere..." Roland climbed over a courtyard wall and saw Harvey Dent with his arm raised at a forty-five-degree angle.

"What the hell are you doing?" Roland nearly fell off the wall.

"Ah... I was just... rehearsing." Harvey was startled by Roland's sudden appearance, too.

"Rehearsing?" Roland blinked. "For what? The invasion of Poland?"

"No, it's just a stage play..." Harvey wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

"You have time to act in plays?" Roland found that even stranger. In a city as blessed with outstanding talent as Gotham City, the district attorney's office was swamped. Harvey normally barely had time to eat. How did he have time for this now?

Besides, was Harvey really the artsy type?

"Well... I haven't had much on my plate lately..." Harvey said after a moment's thought.

"Oh." Roland nodded. "You busy later? Want to grab a bite at the café where we first