Times Regular Gothamites Were Crazier Than The Rogues

Chapter 2: False Dichotomy

"Welcome to False Dichotomy!" a lady on a plush red office chair shouts towards a camera, spinning excitedly. She comes to a wobbly stop, grinning as she smooths her hair back into place. "I'm Barbara Fitz, and this is the gameshow where we make you — yes, you! — vote between two (count 'em: two) options! Tonight we will be–"

Dozens of people in masks burst through the studio doors in pairs, restraining most of the crew.

"Everyone, just stay calm " A two-toned man walks into the camera's path, hand out to restrain the star of the show. "All we want's your money and jewels, then we'll be right on our way, got it?"

"Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!" Barbara shouts, gesturing frantically towards her camera man. "Henry, make sure he's in the center of the shot."

"You got it, Ms Fitz." Henry nods, slipping from the pair holding him to turn the camera accordingly. "We're on air."

"Change of plans, people." Barbara smiles, pointing at a very confused Twoface. "Instead of talking about boring barn animals, we'll be voting on this fabulously fashionable villain right here. No other choices, you pick one or the other, no middle ground or compromises — which outfit would you wear?"

She walks up to Twoface, tapping his right shoulder. "The simple yet elegant choice of Harvey Dent?" She twirls behind him, tapping his left shoulder. "Or the colorful and interesting signature of... Say, what do they call you, big guy?"

"Uh... Harv?" Twoface leans away from her, darting glances at their henchmen for help. Their henchmen just shrug, some of them holding their hands to their mouths to block laughter.

That's what they get for crosshiring with the Joker.

"The colorful and interesting signature of Harv Dent!" Barbara repeats. "Put your votes in now, people, before the GCPD or Bats get here and shut Twoface's party down."

A score screen near the back of the stage lights up, numbers slowly appearing below the words 'Option 1' and 'Option 2'.

"We're barely getting any votes." Barbara shakes her head, turning to her Supervillain guest. "Let's get on to the questions, shall we?"

"Questions?" Twoface asks, lifting up his baseball bat and gesturing to it. "You do realize we're robbing you, right? You crazy broad?"

"Now, Harvey," Barbara continues, sitting back in her office chair and spinning to face them, "first question's for you; the jacket, the tie, the shoes — it seems a little formal for our audience, don't you think? Why did you choose this look?"

"...I'm used to it, I guess?" Harvey shrugs. "I had to wear a lot of suits for my old job."

"Ah yes, who can forget one of the best District Attorneys Gotham ever had?" Barbara says with complete sincerity. "But even back then, you were known for a bit of flamboyance with your style, were you not?"

"That was to make Harv happy," Twoface answers, sitting cautiously on the guest couch. "He'd never shut up if I wore something too 'boring'. Oh, please! Don't listen to him, I had nothing to do with our suits back then; that was pure Harvey Dork. Hey! Well, it's true."

"So, your only reason for wearing suits is because of your old job?" Barbara asks, looking to where the votes have started to pour in.

"No, not exactly," Twoface denies, their attention back on her. "I just like the look. You look like a waiter at the Lounge. Maybe, but I like it, and that's what matters."

"A lesson we all can take to heart." Barbara nods, pleased. "Now, Harv, this next question is directed at you; why the ripped sleeve? Is it a statement about your inner chaos, an accident of rage, or–"

"Harvey kept trying to get me to wear a cufflink," Twoface growled in answer. "I solved the issue."

Barbara laughed as more votes rushed in, already thinking up her next question.