What kind of name was that? Harvey still wasn't all that comfortable with doing introductions here, but if people didn't recognize him by sight then chances were they wouldn't know his name either.

"Harvey Dent," was all he said, since he wasn't exactly pleased to be meeting anyone here. He scowled across the field, though the expression dropped away when he saw some kids playing around with a soccer ball. His leg twitched slightly, but he turned away.

In another life, he'd played on the soccer team for his college, but that had all been burned away. He couldn't think about it. It had nothing to do with him anymore.

Instead, it was better to focus on what he'd just found out. There was someone else here who was out for Batman's blood, and while Harvey wanted the man to himself, working together might be the better course of action. Granted, the stranger from the bulletin was probably the worst sort of criminal if he had a bone to pick with Batman, which meant that joining up with him wasn't just a simple choice to make.

Harvey started feeling in the pocket of his coat.