[rl] Harvey and the Joker
The area was mostly quiet save the occasional 'ting' of metal as a half charred coin flipped through the air. Harvey Dent, former District Attorney of the most corrupt city in the world, sat on edge of a toppled cabinet, elbows resting over his knees and back hunched as his fingers caught the glorified heirloom. Sometimes he wondered what his father would have thought of his precious keepsake's fate. Harvey imagined he'd find it a fine joke under the right influence.
The room itself was a mess, a failed lead he had searched thoroughly enough, and now there was nothing much left to do after the waves of rage had subsided. He had strayed from the community after his little chat with the Joker, and now simply sat and waited. Part of him had no doubt he would be found, while the other was skeptical. Whatever the case they needed to talk- Crane, the toxin, however much Harvey would be able to impart. He flipped his coin and clutched it in his palm, not looking to the answer.