From the way the kid was talking, it sounded like he had met a few of the nuttier patients during his time here. That probably meant he'd been around for at least a few days. It might take a while to run into someone that out of touch, but there still seemed to be a fair amount of them around (if the bulletin was anything to go by).

Harvey could tell what Jason meant, though. The kid gave no indication that he would have a good reason for being here. Even though he was someone who dressed up in a mask (and probably a cape too) and ran around fighting crime, he was doing his best to act like he was a normal teenager who had been dragged to this place for no reason.

It was a good thing that Harvey had the advantage over him at the moment. He wondered how the boy would have reacted if he'd realized he had his number.

Still, that wasn't the point of this. Now he really got to test Tim and see how well he could act. "Yeah, me neither. Guess they just have a thing against guys with burn wounds," he said bitterly. "By the way, it's Dent," he introduced himself, extending a hand. "Harvey Dent." He looked the kid in the eye as anyone would do when giving their name, but he was watching closely for any reaction.