You had a relationship with Harvey Dent. After Dent's sanity was restored and the menacing image of Two-Face seemed to disappear forever. Thanks to Thomas Elliot, a.k.a. Hush. You were able to love him, and he seemed to love you. He didn't let you in on the details of his life. You lived apart, so he didn't tell you all his plans for weeks or days. So when you felt bad, you called him.

He didn't answer on the first try, but the second time he did. "Hey, love, is there an emergency?" He asks with a stoic voice. "Harvey, I feel sick" you complain to your lover. "Honey, I'm out of town but I think I can solve your problem" he says after which you chat for a few more minutes and he ends the phone call. Thirty minutes later there's a kid about 24 years old standing at your door, wearing a green courier uniform. You open the door and the kid holds out a box to you. You sign and tip the guy. After closing the door behind you, you place the box on the table. And then you get a call from Harvey. "Did you get it?" He asks in a happy tone. "Yep," you reply, already imagining what might be in the box. And when you open the box, you see a bunch of candy and snacks. Of course you wish he was there, but this kind of support is fine too.