"You either die the hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."

You recognize him immediately, though that's nothing special anyone can recognize that mug. Both sides of it. You remember when the two sides of his face used to match. You were just an underpaid bright eyed clerk and Harvey was the District Attorney. Once the untouchable golden boy of Gotham the media even used to call him "Apollo", the man that was gonna finally fix Gotham. He learned fast what dreams get you in this city and so did you....

Now you're a "waitress" at the Black Canary because the tips pay better than your ideals. You and Mr. Dent are two souls Gotham's chewed up and spit out. Taking the midnight train going anywhere so to speak.

This is 1940s noir flavored