Hello.
My name is Marissa Hardy.
I'm 27 years old.
I live in Gotham City.
But you don't care.
I know you don't.
All you want to hear
Is my association with Harvey Dent and Jack Napier.
Two-Face...
And the Joker.
Hard Candy
The phone woke me up. It was my cell phone, on the table next to my bed. I picked it up and looked at it. Felicia. Oh, great. Probably some problem with Peter or something, but come on. When you're the Black Cat and you're dating Spiderman, you just have to deal. I picked up the phone anyway.
"Hello?" I answered groggily. It was four in the morning and I didn't feel like talking...if she wanted to talk about some stupid problem, I was hanging up. End of story.
"Mmf, Marissa! You--ah!! Help! Please!--Come to Gotham General Hospita--ah!!" was all I heard from the other end of the telephone before it cut off. It kind of freaked me out, as it would anyone, so I followed her instructions, got up, put on my diguise as fast as I could and went to Gotham General. Right now I was Marissa Hardy, so I was wearing my traditional suit-jacket, skirt, white blouse and tie--oh yeah, and a long-haired blonde wig with really boxy bangs. I put on my flats and picked up my cell phone, dashing out of my one-room apartment and slamming the door behind me. I dialed Harvey's number but kept walking. If he didn't answer, oh boy...
"Harvey, I need a ride to Gotham General." I said matter-of-factly as soon as he answered. I could hear an annoyed sigh from the other line.
"Why the hell do you want a ride to the hospital at four in the morning?" Knowing Harvey, I probably hadn't woken him up, just interupted him from whatever was keeping Mr. Harvey Dent awake. Knowing Harvey, it was more important than whatever problem I had.
"Remember that person that's kind of related to me? My sister possibly? She called me and told me to go there. She sounded spazzed so I'm all freaked out now. Come on, Harv, you gotta help me here."
"Fine, I'll meet you at the park by your apartment. Just gimmie five minutes..." He muttered in the phone, hanging up abruptly. As long as he made it, that's all I cared about. Damn Harvey.