Harvey walked out and leaned against the edge. It was calm, quiet. He breathed in the cool night air. Bruce followed behind, clearly uncomfortable.

"Relax Wayne."

Bruce obediently breathed deep, but it didn't seem to help.

"Do you really not like heights?"

"I'm not crazy about them."

"So don't look down."

"Thank you." Bruce heaved a breath. "Look Harvey, I appreciate whatever," he waved his hand, "this is, but you don't need to babysit me."

"I agree."

Bruce just looked at him for a moment. Harvey met his gaze. With a hint of a smile, Wayne looked back at the skyline. "You know this probably put a dent in your fundraising."

"Maybe not. And I've heard that one before."

Bruce ignored the criticism of his pun. "It's a cinch my pals won't be handing you money any time soon."

"Why not?" Harvey asked, genuinely curious. "We won."

"They won't see it that way."

"Then it's our job to make them see it that way."

Bruce shook his head. "It's not my job."

"Not technically no. But this is a big opportunity." Harvey leaned forward. "You can take a public stand with us. Hit them where it hurts. Help take back this city."

"You don't have to schmooze me, Harvey. I'm still giving to your campaign."

"This is not about writing a check Wayne," Harvey snapped. "It's more than that. You influence a lot of people. Your opinions and actions carry a lot of weight around here. Which is a sad statement about our society but still."

"Again thanks," Bruce responded dryly.

Harvey did not even pretend to feel sorry for what he had said. "Don't act hurt Wayne, you know what I mean. You act like a spoiled brat, and still the public cares about you. Think what you could do if you showed them who you really are. You could wake those socialite snobs up. Shake them out of their apathy."

Harvey thought he saw Bruce's gaze sharpen at the last statement but it disappeared in the next moment. "I thought that's your job," was the billionaire's only response.

"To inspire the rich?" Harvey snorted. "It took all I had not to shoot them myself."

"Should I be worried?"

Harvey shrugged. "Only if you say no."

"I'm not saying no," the billionaire's voice rose in frustration. "I already told you I'm on your side."

"No you're not. You're giving me cash. It's not enough."

"What do you want me to do? Wayne Enterprises has no connections with the mob. I create plenty of jobs, give good wages, and I give to a lot of charities. What more do you want?"

Harvey was ready with the answer. "I want you out there actively campaigning to take back our city. Supporting the measures we're taking against crime."

Wayne did not look impressed. "So you want me to scream from every news agency that 'I believe in Harvey Dent.'" He rolled his eyes. "Where did you come up with that ridiculous slogan anyway?"

"If you say yes you can change it to whatever you want," he offered.

"You'd trust me to do that?" the billionaire asked, amused.

Harvey studied him. "I think I could."

Bruce stared at him for a second then shook his head. "Even if I did what you wanted, it wouldn't make a difference. I'm just one man Harvey."

Harvey spun on his heel in frustration. Walking away he slapped his hand down, and the bat signal flared to life. He pointed into the sky.

"There's one man. He just took down eight members of the mob and saved fifty. That's what one man can do." Bruce seemed to be tuning him out, not even looking at him anymore. "I don't get it. Last night you were willing to risk your life and now you can't be bothered to even make a speech? Come on Wayne, your parents-" he cut himself off. Anger flared in Bruce's eyes.

Harvey held his hands up slightly in apology. He wasn't going to play that way.

"It's up to you Wayne. If you just want to be play the idiot all your life, pretend you have no responsibility, be my guest."

The anger was bleeding away, but the playboy was coming back. "I'm glad I have your permission."

"But I just-"

"Enough Harvey," Bruce cut him off. "I'll think about it."

And that was as good as it was going to get, Harvey realized, disappointed. He'd blown whatever chance he'd had.

They drifted into an uncomfortable silence.

Bruce looked at the bat in the clouds. "So this is how you talk to the Batman?" It was a poor attempt at changing the subject, but Harvey would take it. "You think he'll come tonight?" the playboy asked.

Harvey shrugged. "Don't know. We don't have anything to tell him. But it's a good reminder to people that he's out there."

Bruce walked over to the floodlight and almost reverently traced the outline. Maybe the reminder was getting to him too. Harvey looked back at the signal in the sky. The Batman had saved Bruce and all his guests. Surely Wayne would feel a certain obligation to him at least. Harvey squinted. Were there two bats up there? Puzzled Harvey turned -

- to find Bruce making hand puppets.

"Cut it out." So much for that, Harvey sighed to himself.

Bruce tossed him a smirk. But he did stop the shadow puppets. "Where's your sense of humor Harvey?"

Harvey shook his head, but he found despite his annoyance his own mood had lightened a little; it was part of Wayne's charm. And part of the reason Harvey wanted him on their team. "What exactly do you want to be when you grow up?"

Bruce threw him a wounded pout. "Ooh, passive aggressive. I like it. It's not really your style but I like it. And isn't that what you wanted? Me to join forces with you and Batman?"

"Not exactly what I meant."

"Why's the signal on?" Gordon's voice cut through their conversation as he stepped onto the roof.

Bruce immediately stepped away from the floodlight. "It was Harvey's idea." He jerked his head at Dent who threw him a dirty look. "It's his way of giving the mob the bird. In this case the bat."

Harvey rolled his eyes; Gordon's lips twitched as he turned it off.

"I didn't know you were here Mr. Wayne."

"Loeb's making him wait." Harvey's opinion of the man was evident in the tone. He found his dislike of cops was melding with his concern for Wayne.

"Well Commissioner Loeb can be…" Gordon trailed off, not really sure how to defend the man.

"When's his penthouse going to be released?"

"I can talk for myself Harvey."

"So talk."

"When's my penthouse going to be released?"

"Cute Wayne."

Gordon addressed his answer to Bruce. "Not for a couple of days. I apologize Mr. Wayne, but our investigators – "

"It's fine," Bruce rushed to assure him. Harvey raised an eyebrow.

"No it's not fine. Where's he supposed to live?"

"Harvey it's fine. I actually own a hotel you know."

Harvey snorted to himself. "Sure. A restaurant, a penthouse, a manor, a company. Why not a hotel too?"

"Don't be jealous. And it's two restaurants," Bruce corrected. "The hotel has its own restaurant." He smiled innocently at Harvey's glare.

Harvey didn't notice that Gordon kept glancing up until Bruce said, "I think you have to turn the signal back on if you want the Batman to come Lieutenant."

Gordon's attention snapped back to them. "No, sorry. It's just habit."

"Or we could leave some cookies and milk out."

Gordon for the first time looked a little annoyed with Wayne and opened his mouth to respond but Harvey intervened.

"Gordon ignore him. Wayne – shut it. You can act like an jerk with everyone else but you stop it with us." A slight smirk. "We promise we won't tell anyone."

The playboy seemed to consider it, an unreadable expression on his face. "All right," he said at last. He looked back to Gordon with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Lieutenant."

"And?" Harvey prompted.

"And I promise I won't act like a jerk with you two. But this doesn't mean that I'm going to help you," he added, pointing a finger at Harvey.

"We'll see about that."

"Help us with what?" Gordon asked.

"Fighting the mob."

"Not physically of course," Bruce clarified.

"Of course," Gordon agreed with a small smile. "But you've said no?" Harvey heard the disappointment in the question.

Bruce shifted, uncomfortable. "Not no exactly. I said I'd think about it."

Harvey glanced between them. Except for the cookies comment, Bruce seemed to act differently around Gordon. "I need to talk to Rachel before we interview the next guy. Gordon would you mind babysitting Bruce until Loeb gets here?" With a careful look at Gordon, and carefully ignoring Bruce's glare, he left the roof.

After Harvey left Gordon turned to Bruce. "He wants me to try to convince you."

Bruce smiled. "I think he wanted you to subtly try to convince me."

Gordon just shrugged. After a moment he added, "You could be very helpful though."

"How?" Bruce let out a frustrated breath. "Apart from money what good can I do?"

Gordon looked at him. "Harvey needs all the support he can get. The mayor's hung him out to dry, the commissioner would love to see him fail. He's all alone."

"He's got you."

"And in the political arena my influence is zero. My job is to arrest the crooks and keep the bad guys away from the good guys. Which I failed spectacularly at yesterday," Gordon muttered the last.

"Not that again Lieutenant. You did your job, and you're part of the reason we're all back safe. Stop beating yourself up over it."

Gordon glanced at him, touched. "Thank you, Mr. Wayne." He returned to the subject, collecting his thoughts. "But you can do a lot with the political angle. You've seen how the media enjoys running down the Batman. Wait until you see what they do to a man they can actually attack. With a past they can dig up. Between the mob and the media every friend of his is about to sell him out."

The billionaire was listening. "But wouldn't my name just hurt his reputation?" It was said without any self-pity but Gordon winced anyway.

"Harvey doesn't seem to think it will. And I trust him to know his politics." Just don't act like a sex-crazed moron, he added silently. He was pretty sure Wayne knew what he was thinking though.

Bruce was subdued. "But if I say yes they start looking into my life too."

Gordon didn't know how to answer that. "You have every right to say no. Harvey…Gotham has no right to ask anything of you."

Bruce turned to face him fully, a fierce intensity in his eyes. "But you think I should do it."

"Yes."

The door opened and Ramirez appeared. "Commissioner Loeb is here and wants to talk to Mr. Wayne." She addressed herself professionally to Gordon but kept sneaking fangirl glances at Wayne. Bruce ignored her, probably used to it. Gordon waved her away.

Bruce heaved a sigh, preparing himself. Unthinkingly Gordon gently clapped him on the shoulder. He immediately remembered himself and began to remove his hand, but the billionaire's look of gratitude stopped him. He squeezed Bruce's shoulder.

Another breath and then Bruce straightened. "Let's get this over with."

Harvey, poring over files, looked up when they entered. "Commissioner Loeb wants to do this in his office. Rachel'll be in there too." Harvey had arranged it that way, even though he'd wanted to be in there, figuring Rachel would be more comfortable for Bruce.

Bruce seemed appreciative. "Thanks."

"Are you ready to do it?"

Bruce paused for a long moment. "Yes," he said firmly.

Harvey glanced from Gordon to Bruce. He had heard several layers of meaning in that one word. "Yes what?"

"Yes I am ready to do my interview with Loeb." Another pause. "And yes I will help you."

Harvey stared at him. "You mean that?"

"Yes."

Harvey didn't show much emotion, but he held out his hand and Bruce took it. "All right," he said, and the enthusiasm began to build in his voice, "I'm glad you came around. We'll talk after your interview. Maroni's not going to know what hit him."

Bruce smiled at the last gleeful comment, then nodded to them and walked down the hall to Loeb's office.

"Good job Gordon," Harvey murmured, impressed.

"I'm as surprised as you are," Gordon answered honestly.

Bruce ducked his head back out the door. "But I'm reserving the right to jump ship if this thing goes south." A grin and he was gone.

Harvey scowled after him. Gordon went back to work, hiding his own grin.

The end. (A happy ending that those three deserved.)

A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews, I am sorry this final chapter took so long.

If you are wondering why Harvey and Gordon don't figure out who Bruce is, I do have my reasons. Perhaps in a sequel they will connect the dots, but right now I don't think either of them are even thinking about who the real Batman is. Feel free to let me know if you disagree and we can discuss it. = )

Thanks for reading!