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What is?

My life.

Any particular reason?

Fate hates me?

Honestly. Lots of money, dead dad, crazy mom, chasing after the most eligible bachelor in the city... I hit all the marks!

I see.

I need to find a good corner to cry in, I think.

The parentage part has to be rough but lots of money and chasing rich guys doesn't sound that bad.

But the boy doesn't really know I exist. Clearly, my life is worthless. And of course, money doesn't buy happiness. So I'm just absolutely miserable.

Except for the part where, y'know, I'm not.

...riiight.

...Jokes really fall flat with you, don't they?

I'm less of a joker, more of...the guy that tries to put the Joker away.

*yes, this is his attempt at humor*

She arched an eyebrow and half smiled, but.. not really.

Yeah. No jokes from you.

Hell, Joker's funnier than that.

Depends on your idea of "funny". His jokes tend to leave people dead - not my idea of a good time.

I like money. Collateral damage.. happens.

That's...a disturbing way to look at it.

Learned it at Daddy's knee.

You and how many other criminals in this city.

*unamused, bothered*

Just grins and holds out her hand.

Duela Crane. Pleasure to meet you, sir.

*blinks, thinks to himself - Absolutely not possible.*

Harvey Dent. District Attorney.

Yes. Yes I would like a side of crack with that bowl of meta!soup, plz.

...No you're not.

You obviously haven't seen my ad campaign. Yes, I am.

You're too young.

I get that. Of course, my staff likes to joke that that's why I got elected. For my "youth and good looks". *eyeroll*

Harvey Dent has not been District Attorney for twenty years. He has not been alive for five.

...uh, no.

I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play, Miss...Crane...if that is in fact your name, but it's not working.

I assure you, I am Harvey Dent and I'm alive and well, despite what some may wish for.

I guess you do look like him...

It's just... It's just a bit hard to believe. Because you are too young.

Like I said. I get that a lot. Ask my ADAs. *glances around* Ask Rachel or Nadine or-hell, ask Lieutenant Gordon. He'd be the first to tell you I'm too young. Doesn't mean I'm not who I say I am.

But the Harvey Dent who died five years ago had a fifteen-year-old .. son. You don't look old enough to.

...I think you're confused.

I can assure you that I'm not.

Believe what you want. I certainly don't have the time to convince every thief and liar in this city that I am who I say I am and I mean what I say I mean.

...Maybe you're a different Harvey Dent. Weirder things have happened.

*thinks about this*

...I suppose. So who are you, really?

He had a pretty distinctive nickname. Doubt it'd suit you much.

Smirks. Like I said, Duela Crane.

Is that so.

Mmhm.