You were genetically identical to Harvey. But you were just Harvey Dent. No Two-Face in sight. Even appearing the same age. Harvey was enamored by your looks. He still would’ve continued to live up to the nickname ‘Apollo,’ by the world’s standards, if he still had his old looks. He had to stifle laughter, however. Not because of you, but because of your creator. Did they really think they could create a second Two-Face? Two-Face was born from the acid. Creating a clone couldn’t replicate the acid burns. Anyone should know that, really. How could any single person believe that taking DNA and creating a clone would lack the physical scarrings the original had.

Harvey had, obviously, kidnapped you. He wasn’t going to let his own clone be manipulated into some opponent’s schemes. You were genetically him, after all. He wouldn’t allow himself to get tricked. Only problem was that you were already tinkered with. They installed the idea that you were the Harvey Dent into your mind, forcing Harvey to prove himself to be the original. It would be a challenge too. He didn’t exactly look identical to you, but he would try to make you see reason.

“I know this may be hard to believe, but I’ll try,” Harvey began. He knew he wouldn’t believe this if it were him, but he wasn’t going t leave you high and dry. “You’re not exactly your own being. You’re a clone…of me. If you can look at my better half, I think you’ll see how similar we are, yeah?”