Harvey's apartment was not far from City Hall, and the car soon reached its destination.
Having only just gotten free, Harvey had no intention of stirring up trouble so soon. Besides, he was more interested in what Penguin had said-
What did he mean, "Killer Croc has joined Batman"?
Harvey's position was rather unusual. He had once been a district attorney determined to put every mobster and criminal behind bars, as well as Batman's closest friend. Later, he had fallen and become the Two-Face he was today, deciding whether to do good or evil with a coin, and turning against Batman.
He knew the habits of Gotham's Vigilante and had the villains' files memorized.
Catwoman and the others might strike a deal with Batman and cooperate for a while, but Killer Croc?
Hah. What a joke.
With how stubborn and single-minded Waylon Jones was, he would probably rather let Batman beat him to death than grovel at his enemy's feet.
And Batman, his dear "friend" Bruce Wayne, would never readily trust someone like Killer Croc, who had blood on his hands.
Those two getting along was about as likely as Catwoman announcing she had turned over a new leaf and would never steal jewels again.
Come to think of it, Catwoman had almost married the Bat. Unfortunately, Joker had interfered, planting doubts in both their hearts. On the eve of the wedding, Catwoman had run away, bringing their relationship to an end.
Two people who clearly loved each other, yet could not be together for one reason or another.
"Bruce, oh, Bruce. Look at us..." Harvey murmured. "Neither of us can be with the person we love most..."
Harvey looked toward his bedside, grief impossible to hide in his eyes. An old, yellowed photograph stood there.
The photograph showed a