I can't decide whether you should live or die...
It's the weekend! Since it is, there is a Harvey Dent in downtown Chicago. He's not there to enjoy the nightlife, unfortunately, but he's standing in front of a clinic. He glances down at the business card in his hand to doublecheck the address, and nods to himself, then moves to lean against the building to wait.
Once he'd had time to think about it, time to process that he could actually be healed, the decision was easy. He didn't even need the coin for that one. Besides, it would help with the new direction he's planning on taking. Twoface was a lot easier to fight off, back when he was relatively whole and had Rachel. So who's to say it couldn't happen again here? He's hopeful, which he realizes is probably naive, but it's definitely a nice change.
Once he'd had time to think about it, time to process that he could actually be healed, the decision was easy. He didn't even need the coin for that one. Besides, it would help with the new direction he's planning on taking. Twoface was a lot easier to fight off, back when he was relatively whole and had Rachel. So who's to say it couldn't happen again here? He's hopeful, which he realizes is probably naive, but it's definitely a nice change.