My Enemy, Myself-1 by Lynceus Harvey Dent. Bright new ADA. Beautiful wife and teenaged daughter. Family man. But also, a man with a secret. And something inside him that is about to break loose with a vengeance!

Authors Note: While I think most people know who Harvey Dent is, just in case, this is a story about the Retcon version of Two-Face. Enjoy!

I still remember the night I was born. I awoke in our office; we'd been working late again, so we'd layed down on the couch to get some rest. It had been a bad week for us; the appointment to Assistant District Attorney, the indictment against Rupert Thorne's organization. A lot of stress.

Harvey Dent. 6' 3". Tall. Blonde. Handsome. Broad shoulders. You'd never think it to look at him, but he has a secret. Even though he's happily married with a lovely young daughter, Harvey has never felt like a man. When he was younger, he'd dress up in his sister's clothing in front of the mirror.

He was slender, then. Beautiful. With his hair teased just so, a little makeup and lipstick...he was a lovely young woman. Then genetics struck. He got taller, more muscular. Less pretty and more ruggedly handsome. And any attempt to bring that young woman back ended up with him looking freakish. Ugly.

Like a man.

Most people would dismiss Harvey's fantasy as him being homosexual. But the issue was far more complex than his sexuality; it struck to his very core, his identity. But what could he do? His father was a partner in a prestigious law firm. Harvey was driven to succeed. Always. To be perfect. No flaws.

And so Harvey buried his feelings, his true self. He attended college. Fell in love. Attended law school. Married. The day he held his young daughter in his arms, he wept. One of the few times he allowed himself to do so. In another world, he would have been a mother, and this life would have grown inside him.

If Gilda suspected the truth, she remained quiet. It wasn't that Harvey didn't love her, he did. But for her, he buried the woman inside him. But a terrible rage built up inside him. When his daughter (our daughter!) was ten, she'd gotten into a fight with a boy, and given him a black eye.

The father of the other boy was a construction worker, his body made hard and strong by years of labor. But when he called Duela a “little tomboy bitch” and threatened her, Harvey snapped, breaking the other man's arm in two places.

No one threatened Harvey Dent's family. Especially his little girl.

-

I rise from the couch. My shirt hangs loose on my frame, and my pants slide down my legs. His shirt. His pants. Looking down, I can see my breasts poking through the material of his shirt. I kick off the pants, feeling his boxers barely clinging to my hips. A smile played across my lips.

I wasn't surprised to find myself a woman. To me, this is how I had always looked, buried inside Harvey's big, dumb, male body. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself. I'm shorter than Harvey. I guessed my height to be about 5' 6”. And I'm so young!

Turning this way and that, I looked like a girl fresh out of high school! I'd never been allowed to mature, hidden so deeply within him. But God, I was beautiful! Long, golden blonde hair cascaded down to my shoulders. I was slender, but healthily so, with perfect B-cup breasts. The nipples were larger than a man's, but still rather pink; they had yet to darken like a grown woman's. My skin was smooth and hairless.

Just like Gilda's, I realized. I did resemble her slightly. No, more like Duela. Would this be my daughter's face in a few short years? “If so, I'm going to have to buy a shotgun. I'll have to beat the boys off of her with a stick!”

My voice was a pleasant alto. Young-sounding, but husky. Sexy. I ran my pink tongue along my teeth. My nipples grew hard, and I felt a tightness in my groin. Slipping off Harvey's boxers, I probed the area between my legs. The pubic hair was sparse; soft and downy.

As I teased my lips, I groaned. Oh God, was I horny! I'd been deprived for so long, I thought I might explode! “Well then, I guess it's time to play a little!”

-

My secretary, Natalie, was pretty young, only 23. I knew she kept some spare clothing in the office closet. We were about the same height and build, so I was soon able to get dressed in proper clothing; not that Harvey's shirt hadn't made me look enticing, showing off my long legs. Mrow!

Properly dressed (if a bit conservatively), I headed downstairs. Avoiding courthouse security was pathetically easy; Harvey would have been irritated. Not me though. It just made things easier. Poor Harve, he never could stand human complacency.

It was weird, driving Harvey's white Mustang; I had to pull the seat up, making me feel like a kid taking her dad's care out for a joyride! The Mustang was wasted on Harvey; he never went above the damn speed limit! Me?

The car can't go fast enough to suit me.

I would have to buy something more suitable to wear, I realized. Poor Natalie; she was hopelessly in love with Harve. Sure, she had no chance in hell; Harvey was mine! But would it kill her to show a little more skin?

I tried on a few outfits at Wal-Mart. I hated buying off the rack, but damn, I made even this stuff look good! I found a slinky black dress that showed a little too much leg and some low heels. High heels had their benefits, but I didn't trust myself wearing them just yet.

I slipped out of the store without paying. And it felt so damn good! Law and order. That'd been Harve's life. Poor Harve! Discipline is for losers, and I was no loser!

The club scene was in full swing, and I walked right up to the front door, putting a little extra sway in my hips. Oh sure, there was a line. Who cares about them? I'm too beautiful to stand in a line. The bouncer made a token protest, but I could tell he wanted me.

I ran my fingertips along his crotch and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down to kiss me. His breath stank of cigarettes, but I didn't let that bother me. I caught his lower lip between my teeth as I pulled away. I punched him in the groin and let him go; he staggered backwards, gasping.

“We'll just let ourselves in, big guy.” I turned to the stunned onlookers. “Everyone gets in free!”

They cheered and I led the way into the club, moving straight for the dance floor. All eyes were on me as I moved; I never felt more alive! I was free, for the first time ever, and I had needs. I moved up to a very pretty young couple, and without a word, I invited them to join me.

We danced together for a little longer, as I made my proposition. They seemed happy to accept.

-

Not only did they look good on the dance floor, they were good in bed too! I hadn't bothered to check, but thank God, I wasn't a virgin. That would have been embarrasing! I think their names were Brad and Sheila. Me and Sheila made out while Brad did his best to please me, his hard cock hot inside my body. Eventually, he was spent, and we left him exhausted while we finished up.

I woke up a little while later, nice and warm between their beautiful young bodies. As much as I wanted to stay, time was short. I left them a note and programmed their numbers into Harvey's cellular. Wouldn't Gilda be surprised if she saw that entry!

But she was too damn trusting, she'd never snoop on Harve. She was dumb like that. What did he see in her anyways? To me, she was just a womb that we'd used to create our Duela. Our treasure. I ran my fingertips along my flat stomach. Would I be allowed to have a child one day?

I could feel Harve waking from his dream. I took a shower in their apartment and changed into some of Brad's clothes. I probably looked ridiculous, trying desperately to hold up his pants as I made my way out to the Mustang, but I wasn't going to let Harve wake up in a dress!

I love him too much to do that to my Harvey.

-

Harvey Dent woke up behind the wheel of his Mustang, wearing clothing a size too small for him that he didn't recognize, lipstick on his mouth. The last thing he remembered was sleeping on the couch in his office; what had happened?

He felt his stomach contract in fear. Oh no. He'd blacked out again. It happened from time to time, and he always found himself in some strange place afterwards. Had he cheated on Gilda? He shuddered, holding in his feelings until he could drive himself home, never noticing the figure in the shadows, or hearing the whir of the camera.

-

When he got home, Gilda woke instantly. “Harvey? I thought you were going to sleep at the office until morning?”

Sitting on the bed, he put his head into his hands. “..Gilda...I...I blacked out again. I woke up outside an apartment building...I think I...I wronged you.”

He felt her hands slide along his back as she hugged him from behind. “Oh Harvey..I thought the doctor said your medication would stop this?”

“I'm so sorry...God, you deserve someone better than me...”

“Shh, baby. It's not your fault. I'll make an appointment for you with Dr. Nelson, he'll help you get to the bottom of this.”

“Why do you keep forgiving me? I'm a monster.” Harvey ran his fingers through his hair.

“No, you're not. You're under a lot of stress, and you're the father of our daughter. I love you, Harvey, flaws and all.”

He leaned into her touch. “I don't deserve you.”

She kissed the back of his neck. “Since you're here, you know, I've been missing my husband.”

He turned and looked at her. “I better do something about that.”

She grinned. “Good idea.”

-

Dr. Kent V. Nelson was a noted psychiatrist. Like Harvey, he was tall and handsome. He had a lovely wife and daughter, a well-heeled practice, recognition in the community, and taught an annual seminar at the university.

No one who looked at him would guess he was a man on the edge, sliding down a path of self-destruction. Lately he'd been paying just token attention to his clients, but Harvey Dent was different. Harve was an old friend, and Kent tried to focus on the other man's problems.

“The blackouts have been happening more often lately. I keep waking up in strange places, and I know I've been with a woman. Her lipstick is smeared on my face, I can smell her perfume...Kent, I can't keep doing this to Gilda, please, isn't there something you can do?”

“I think we're going to have to try hypnosis again. Yes, I know, it hasn't worked before, but that's because you've been resisting me. You need to let me get at whatever is hidden inside you.”

Harvey sucked in a breath. “...it would destroy me. Gilda, Duela, they'd never understand.”

“Harvey. No one will hear about this. You know I'll keep our discussion confidential.”

Harvey looked at his friend. He felt like he was drowning, and Kent was offering him a life preserver. “Ok. I was thirteen the first time I dressed up in Gina's clothes...”

-

It was hard to believe, a strong man like Harvey could be keeping such a secret. Kent felt humbled that Harvey had chosen him, of all people, to confide in. He'd tried his best to confront his friend, even after Harvey broke down into tears.

His mental defenses broken down, Harvey was easy to put under. “Alright, Harvey. I want you to sleep now. I want to talk to the other you. The person inside you.”

Before his eyes, Harvey Dent's flesh reshaped itself, becoming smaller, more delicate. Younger. Female. Kent gasped as the pretty young teen sat up, practically swimming in Harvey's clothes.

“Kent. I can't believe he trusted your alcoholic ass.” She stood up, letting Harvey's slacks slide off of her legs. “Cat got your tongue, Doc? Surprised to see me?”

“...my God, you're a metahuman.”

The girl cocked her head to one side. “Hm. Guess you might have a point there.” She walked over to Kent's bookshelf, removing his copy of 'Julius Caesar', revealing the cubby behind it. She pulled out the tape recorder he'd kept hidden there. “You've been a bad boy, Kent. Selling tapes of your sessions to Thorne.”

“How did you...?”

She sighed. “Harvey is too trusting. He doesn't want to believe you're corrupt, Kent. You're his friend, or so he thinks. Me? I'm not so naieve.” She removed the tape and snapped it in half with one hand. “You would sell this to Thorne? For what? That little whore you keep uptown? Your gambling debts? To get drunk?”

“I wasn't going to...”

She got right in his face, and pushed him back with one hand. How could she be so strong? “Liar! Not that it matters, Kent. Even if you did just grow your spine back, I can't trust you.”

His eyes got wide as he struggled with her. But it was just like fighting Harvey himself; despite her slighter form, she seemed to possess all of Harvey's strength and mass!

Knocking him to the floor, she pressed the heel of one delicate foot on his groin, pressing down hard enough to make Kent gasp.

“Listen up, Kent. I should kill you. But that'd leave Harvey in a bind, and I can't do that to him. I love him too much for that. So here's the deal, and it's a good one. Close up shop. Go on vacation with the wife and the kid. Try to remember that you used to be a good man, a decent man. They love you, and you don't deserve it!”

She slapped him for emphasis, hard enough to rattle his teeth. “Destroy all your tapes. And never, ever talk about me to anyone. Or have anything to do with Thorne. Or I won't just tell Inza about how you've been cheating on her with Maddy. I'll kill you. Are we clear, Kent?”

“...perfectly.”

She stepped back. “I'm going to give Harvey our body back. He won't remember this. Give him a scrip for something that will help him sleep. Tell him everything is going to be ok. I'll be listening. Do not fuck with us, Kent.” She grinned.

-

Harvey couldn't figure it. This new player was good. In the past two weeks, someone had been tearing into Rupert Thorne's organization with a vengeance. Whoever he was, this 'Janus', was a pro. He hired his people from out of town, never revealing his identity. And he seemed to have inside information, suggesting a leak in the DA's office!

Secretly, he was happy to see that fat bastard squirm. But still, the law was the law, and there was no way to know Janus wasn't going to end up a worse menace. He closed the file. He was so tired. Maybe he could catch a quick nap...

Something was slid under his door. Getting up, he opened the door, but saw no one in the hallway. Bending down, he picked up the envelope. Inside were pictures of his car. Outside a nightclub. A bar. The apartment building he kept finding himself at.

There was a picture of him, half naked, lipstick on his cheek.

And a note. “Having an affair, Harvey? Not a smart thing for a man in your position to do. Contact me within 24 hours or your wife and kid find out what you're really like. -R.T.”

Harvey felt the rage building up inside him. “No!” He slammed his fist against the wall, hard enough to hurt. He staggered to his couch and sat down, his head in his hands. “I've lost...everything...”

Shh, love. Sleep now. I'll take care of you. I always will.

-

Harvey woke up in a hotel room, naked but for his boxers. Sitting up, he was relieved to find he was alone, his clothing strewn over a chair. The TV had a note taped to it, written in a feminine hand. WATCH ME

Getting up, he frowned as he turned on the video player. To his amazement, a very pretty young woman, wearing an unusual black dress that only covered one half of her torso, kind of like a toga; she wore a sleeveless white tee-shirt under it.

“Harvey. I hate having to do this. I really do. But he put us in danger, and I can't have that.” The camera angled to show a large man, tied up to a chair and gagged. “You remember Rupert, don't you? He blackmailed Kent. He tried to blackmail us. I was content to just squeeze him out, with your help...not that you remember it...but he went after our family. It would break Duela's heart if she found out you were seeing another woman.”

She sighed. “It's my fault, I got sloppy. Look, Harve. It's not your fault. You've been loyal to Gilda. I don't know why she keeps forgiving you, but she does. I hate her for that. I guess you could say I'm jealous. No one loves you more than me. Except maybe Duela.”

Shaking her head, she punched Rupert, the chair rocking back, as if the girl was possessed of a much greater strength than she had any right to. “I'm going to take care of him. I hate making you an accessory after the fact, but you need to know he can't hurt you. Don't worry, I won't make you watch. But do us a favor, and get rid of this tape, ok? It's going to be alright, Harvey. Janice is going to take care of everything.”

She walked up to the screen. “God, I wish I could see you with my own eyes, but that's impossible. I'm sorry for everything. I love you, Harvey.” She pressed her lips to the camera, kissing it. “More than anyone.”

She turned the camera away. “And now, Mr. Thorne, I believe it's time we had a chat about those two young girls who were found dead six weeks ago. You raped them, didn't you, you slime? And then killed them. Monster! Death is too good for you, but I can't have you telling anyone what you know. What you've seen. But don't worry! I've got a nice, long, painful death planned for you.”

He heard a muffled scream of agony. “Yeah, that's right, scream for me. Good night, Harve. This is for you!”

The tape ended. His eyes wide, Harvey staggered to the bathroom, throwing up in the sink. Looking up, he saw a message on the mirror, written in lipstick.

I love you! She'd drawn little hearts. Who...who was this girl? Janice...Janus? No, it couldn't be...

He then noticed the blood in the shower. Rupert Thorne's blood. She'd been sloppy, but he found a bottle of nail polish remover in the medicine cabinet. Mechanically, he cleaned up the mess. He was aiding and abetting. Covering up a crime.

But he had to. How could he explain to anyone that the person who had murdered Rupert Thorne..the mysterious Janus...

was himself?

To be continued...

Special Guest Star:Rupert Thorne is an enemy of The Batman. Kent V. Nelson is, in another universe, known as Dr. Fate!

My Enemy, Myself-2 by Lynceus Duela Dent was a good girl. She got good grades. Never got in trouble. But all that was about to change, thanks to a new friend named Janice...

I couldn't help but sigh as I walked home. It had been unusually cold all day, and not for the first time, I was glad I'd worn my hoodie. Granted, wearing the hood over my long red hair was guaranteed to muss it all up, but I'd rather suffer through a bad hair day than get a head cold!

Practical as always, Duela. Which was part of my problem. All my life, I'd played it safe, never took risks. Tried to be a good girl. I got good grades, never got in trouble, and I knew my parents were proud of me.

But that also made me kind of boring, I guess. 'Dull Duela', they called me. Sure, I was pretty, and smart, but I guess that only gets you so far. It's not that I didn't have..urges. I did, all the time! It's like in the cartoons, where someone has an angel and a devil on each shoulder. My devil was always whispering to me. Trying to get me to do something that would be 'fun'.

And I'd want to, but every time, it wouldn't even get to my personal angel. I'd think to myself 'Daddy would be upset'. And I stop right there.

It's not that Dad is strict or anything. He's never held me up to some insane standard. The problem is though, he's so...perfect! I mean, seriously. He's tall, strong, handsome, really smart, and I can't remember a time when he wasn't the best Dad a girl could want! You ever see that old movie, 'To Kill a Mockingbird' with Gregory Peck?

That's pretty much my Dad in a nutshell. When I was younger, we'd joke about it, and he'd call me 'Scout'. God I miss those days. Sometimes I wish I could go back and be a kid again. Things changed between us when I started to turn into a woman. I don't know what it was, he would just get this pained look in his eyes. Had I done something to make him ashamed of me?

I knew that couldn't be it, but even though I worship the ground he walks on, we're not as close as we were back then.

I really should have taken the bus, but I needed to think, and I can't do that sharing space with a bunch of screaming kids. Like Jessica Conroy. God I hate that girl! She's a year older than me, and, for some reason, she hates me. There was a time, before things between Dad and me changed, when I would have started punching her and never stopped.

When I was a kid, I didn't take shit from anyone. Boy or girl. Didn't matter how old they were. Daddy always stuck up for me. Even when he sounded disappointment, I could see a proud gleam in his eye. But now? I'm afraid I'll just make him upset. So I just let people like Jessica walk all over me. God, I'm so pathetic!

That's when I hear the honk of a car horn. Turning, I saw a new Mustang, just like Dad's, but black instead of white. Behind the wheel was a very pretty blonde girl, only a few years older than myself! She was wearing a black leather jacket over a white dress; the combination made her look rebellious, yet still feminine.

“Hey hon, need a ride?”

I walked up to the car. “I don't live that far, but if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it.”

She winked at me. “Well get on in, if you want, I can take the long way.”

I got into the car, setting my bookbag at my feet. There was something really familiar about the other girl, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. “I'm Duela.” I offered her my hand.

She took it with a firm grip. “Janice, pleased to meet you. Does fast driving bother you?” She revved the engine.

Oh wow. Every time I'd ridden with Dad, I'd hoped he'd let the engine out a little, but he never broke the speed limit. But...I didn't know this girl, or how safe a driver she was. “...a little.”

She snorted. “Liar. But hey, you buckle up, and start screaming if I go too fast.”

She put the car in gear before I could even latch the seatbelt, the Mustang taking off like a rocket! I should have been terrified, but oh man, was this fun! I laughed in spite of myself.

Janice grinned at me. “I didn't think you were really that boring. Who are you trying to impress?”

“My Dad.” Why did I tell her that?

“Mmm. He strict?”

“God no! He's...” I frowned. “Perfect.”

“Oh is he now? Well hon, trust me, the more perfect someone is, the bigger the secret they're probably hiding.”

I frowned. “Hiding? Dad? I don't even think he knows how to tell a lie!”

“Everyone lies, honey. So you lived here all your life?”

I nodded. “Pretty much, you?”

“New to the area. I only have one friend, really.”

“Oh? Who's that?”

She winked at me. “Why, you, hon! I was just driving along, and I saw you and said to myself 'Jan, that girl looks like your new best friend'!”

I blinked. “You decided just like that? You don't even know me!”

“I know all I really need to. You're clean, and well-dressed, so I know you're not a criminal, you try to play it safe, so I know you're not dangerous unless someone pushes you, I don't think a religious nutcase would have gotten into the car...so what do I need to worry about?”

“...huh. When you say it, it sounds logical.” I couldn't get this girl, how could she be so carefree?

“Logic has nothing to do with it, Duela. Logic is all good and well, but it's kind of boring, right?”

About then I realized she'd passed my house. “Hey turn around, we missed my place.”

“Are you sure you wouldn't rather hang out with me some more? I'm a lot of fun!” Something about the way she smiled at me...I couldn't say no!

“I..I guess it's ok. I should call though.”

“What, are they gonna call the cops if you stay out late or miss dinner?”

“Well, Dad does work for the District Attorney.”

“Ooh. Well better stay on his good side then. Just a little. Go on then, better call.”

-

I called Mom, and, to my surprise, found that she was going to be late herself due to some car trouble. I told her I could get my own dinner, and she said that was fine. Mom has been trying to get me to socialize more, so she didn't even give me a token argument. Just told me to have fun!

“I love you too, Mom.” I looked over to Janice. “Guess I'm a free woman.”

“Not yet, baby, but you will be!”

-

And that's how Janice and I became friends. She was an amazing person, really. I'd never met someone so comfortable with themselves, or so open about their life! I mean, she told me everything, even stuff I probably didn't want to know. She'd get a phone call, and she wouldn't just flirth with whoever was on the other end, she'd practically have phone sex with them!

More than once, she'd turn and ask why I was blushing! But even then, she found new ways to shock me!

“Sorry about that.” She put her phone away.

“Brad again?” I grinned. Her boyfriend, who was a real hunk. I was more than a little jealous of how easily Janice was able to get male attention. Most boys just dismiss me out of hand.

“Nah, Sheila.”

My eyes practically bugged out of my skull! “...wait, that was a girl you were talking to...?!”

She laughed. “Yes hon, I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend. Is that really so strange?”

“Uh..a little?”

She hugged me. “Poor Duela. You've sheltered yourself too much! Don't tell me you've never even kissed a girl?”

God my face felt like it was on fire! “No, never!”

“Well we need to fix that! Not me though. I really like you, D.D. (she liked calling me by my initials), but I dunno. You're practically family, it'd feel weird.”

“Oh.” Why did I sound disappointed!?

She brushed a lock of red hair out of my eyes. “I'm sorry honey. Do you like me that way?”

I wanted to curl up in a corner and die, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to lie to Janice. “...I think..a little?”

She kissed my forehead the way Dad used to. “Well, a little sexual tension between family members is normal, right? Don't worry, Janice will take care of everything.”

-

I don't know how she does it. We went to the mall and walked for a bit, when she stopped, looked at a girl about my age, and grinned. “Her. What do you think?”

I couldn't believe this was happening! The girl was shorter than me, but then again, a lot of girls are; thanks to Dad's genes, I'm just a hair under 5' 10”. Actually, at 5' 6”, Janice is shorter than me too, but that's easy to forget; she's the kind of person I think they had in mind when they coined the phrase 'larger than life'. Because she is!

Anyways, the girl was a little shorter than Janice, with this really dark brown hair and pale skin. She was wearing black; not quite goth, but she was definitely a night person. And, well...she was pretty cute, all things considered.

I nodded. “I like her.”

“Good. Now just wait here.” I watched as Janice sauntered up to the brunette. She talked for a few minutes, than pointed at me. The girl seemed to regard me for a moment, and then she smiled. Oh wow, she had such a pretty smile!

-

Her name was Kim, and I was amazed at how much we had in common. Well, except for me being such a goody-good and all!

“Goddess, you're so...sweet! How come nobody has snatched you up yet?”

“Uh..I guess they think I'm too boring and normal?”

She put her hand on mine, and I felt a little shiver run up my spine. “I don't think you're boring at all. Maybe a little repressed...this is your first time, isn't it? With a girl?”

I nodded. “I...I'm a little scared. I know, stupid, right?”

“Duela, don't say that. You're not stupid, not at all. You may not like it, and I can accept that. Not all girls do, even the ones that are being honest with themselves. But I promise, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, ok? I can stand to lose you as a lover, but I'd hate to lose you as a friend.”

My heart melted. “You just met me!”

“True. But at the same time, I've been waiting for you.” She leaned in close and brushed her lips against mine. It felt amazing! She didn't rush me at all. “Just kisses, baby. Unless you want me to kiss you someplace else?”

I shivered. God, yes, I wanted her to! “Um..someplace nice?”

“Mm, how about the neck?”

I nodded, and she moved to kiss my neck. I felt my nipples get hard, and I gasped. It felt so good; she'd extend her tongue just every so slightly, and run it along my skin, which felt like an electric shock!

-

The more she went on, the more I wanted. I couldn't stop myself! Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I told her as much.

“I'm so glad, Duela. I want to make you feel loved. But you need to do something for me.” She lightly stroked my slit, and I shivered at her touch. “Open yourself for me.”

I couldn't believe what she was asking! But I spread my legs and reached down, parting my lips with my fingers.

“Good girl.” She leaned in close, and began teasing me with her tongue.

And she did make me feel loved. It wasn't just sex, it was total bliss! Afterwards, she cuddled up next to me, and I couldn't do much more than whimper as she held me and kissed my shoulder.

I reached for her hand, and we twined our fingers together. This was the best night of my life!

-

Elsewhere

Gilda Dent woke up and looked at the clock. It was after five! “Harvey? Did Duela come home yet?” She rolled over and received the shock of her life. Instead of Harvey, a teenaged girl was laying next to her, practically swaddled in Harvey's nightshirt!

“Who are you?!” Gilda managed not to shriek.

The girl opened her eyes. Harvey's eyes. “Hm? Well, isn't this interesting! I figured Harvey would take over.” She sat up.

Gilda was immediately struck by how stunning the girl was. “What are you talking about?”

The girl grinned. “Oh Gilda. You've done a good job as a wife. But it's time for a change, I think. I mean, look at me? I'm younger, smarter, and definitely better looking. And you couldn't possibly love him as much as I do.”

Gilda resisted the urge to slap the girl. “You're his mistress?”

“Oh God, that's hilarious!” The girl laughed. “You know, deep down, he always felt that you knew. But you're clueless! You have no idea who I am!”

Gilda took a good look at the girl. Could Harvey have had another child? She was young enough, but...she gasped. “Oh my God. You're Harvey!”

The girl blinked. “...well, fuck me. I guess you really do know. Heh. Not that it changes anything. In fact, I hate you more! All this time, you knew, and let him suffer! Forced him to hide me from the world!” She ripped open her shirt, revealing her breasts. “Well take a good look! I'm free now! And Harvey is mine, you hear me?!”

“Is that what he wants?” Gilda couldn't believe this was happening. But she couldn't deny what her heart was telling her, either. She held up her hand. “Does he want me to take off this ring?”

“...what?” The girl blinked.

“I've never wanted anything but for Harvey to be happy. The reason I never told him I knew was because I trusted him to tell me when he finally felt safe. Felt like I would never hurt or reject him. Which I won't, now or ever. When I married Harvey Dent, I married all of him. The good and the bad. And that means you, too.”

The girl shrank back, looking almost afraid. “You...you can't mean that.”

“I can and I do. What's your name?”

The girl blinked. “I...I'm Janice.”

Gilda smiled. “Janice. So you're the reason he's been having all these blackouts. You know he was terrified that he'd been seeing another woman. I guess he has been.”

“...you're just saying this stuff. You can't love me! I'm a woman!”

“I've been in love with another woman for a long time, Janice. I gave her the child she could never have herself. Because I love her.” Gilda moved closer to Janice, reaching for the girl's face.

Janice didn't move, even though she was trembling with...fear? Doubt? Gilda placed her hand on the girl's cheek. “I am jealous. I knew you would be beautiful, but not like this. So young. I guess the question is, can Harvey still love me?”

“He can. We can. We're so sorry.” The girl looked down.

Gilda placed her hand under the girl's chin, forcing her to look up. “Don't apologize.” She leaned in and kissed Janice softly.

-

Harvey woke up, having had strange dreams involving his wife and a teenaged girl. Had he been drinking or something? Then a thought occurred to him, and he sat up suddenly. “Oh God!”

“Mmm. That wasn't the reaction I was expecting.”

Harvey turned to look at his wife, who had a catlike grin on her face. “...that wasn't a dream?”

Gilda giggled like a schoolgirl. “Oh no honey, it was very real. I think I shocked poor Janice though.”

“...Janice...” Harvey realized he was naked under the covers. And then why. “You...she?”

“You know I had girlfriends in college, Harvey. That never bothered you before, so I don't see how you could be upset at a woman making love to her husband. Even his girl side.”

“I..but Gilda, you don't understand what she's done! She killed Rupert!”

Gilda blinked. Rupert Thorne, or rather, what was left of him, had been fished out of the river two nights ago. The authorities claimed he'd been mauled by some kind of animal, due to the wounds! “But..why?”

“He was going to blackmail me. Give you proof that I was seeing another woman. You and Duela.”

“That bastard! Whatever Janice did was too good for him.” Gilda seethed.

“...but Gilda! She murdered him!”

“I know you're dedicated to upholding the law, Harvey. But there are lines that you cannot cross. He threatened our family, Harvey! I'd have killed him myself if I'd known!”

Harvey was taken aback. “I..I've been a fool. All this time I thought you didn't know who I was...and I never saw the real you.”

“Do I shock you? Do you want my ring back?”

“What?! No! God, no! I mean...yes, you do shock me, but Gilda...I love you so much.”

“Then you should come over here. Janice passed out before she could pay me back.” Gilda grinned wickedly.

“Are you sure you wouldn't rather have her?”

“Harvey, don't be stupid. Male, female, you're still the one I love. Mm...although...is Duela alright?”

Harvey frowned. It was difficult to remember the things Janice got up to for some reason. Even though she was fully aware of his actions. “I think..yes. More than alright.”

“She's with a boy?!” Gilda sounded hopeful.

“Uh...I think...with a girl?” Harvey couldn't believe he was saying that! His little girl?

Gilda laughed. “Mm, she's more like me than I thought!”

“Honey. I can't control her. She's capable of some terrible things. And I think...she's taking over.”

Gilda took his hand in hers. “Harvey, no matter what. I promise we'll deal with this together. Now...” She placed his hand on her breast. “Shut up and make love to me.”

Harvey Dent is many things. But he's not stupid.

Something that Mrs. Dent can happily attest to.

-

Somewhere inside Harvey's mind, Janice lurked. Her hatred and jealousy towards Gilda had been revealed as something more. Much more! Which was both a blessing and a problem; Harvey would never be happy until he finally let go, and let himself become Janice. She'd been making good progress, but would Gilda be able to accept the loss of Harvey?

Before, that hadn't bothered Janice. She'd been perfectly ready to take what she wanted. Be it Harvey, or Duela. But now...

The longer Harvey remained separate from her, the more he'd try to stop her long-range plans. Plans that the law-abiding ADA would most definitely not approve of! As much as she loved him, for his own good...

“Harvey Dent must die.”

To be continued...

My Enemy, Myself-3 by Lynceus "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere, the ceremony of innocence is drowned." -William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming

I woke up in my office, fully dressed. The early morning light made the once-familiar surroundings bleak, forbidding. Like a machine, I got up and went to the bathroom to splash water in my face. I looked tired, worn-out.

Janice had been considerate this time. I have no idea how she gets in and out of the courthouse, or where she stashes her clothing. And honestly, I don't want to know. I'm a man torn apart; Janice is taking over my life and I stand at a precipice.

On the one hand, she is everything I have ever wanted. She is my true self, and I'd give anything to be her. I should just let go. Then I could be happy.

And yet...I can't control her. If I do let go, will there be anything of me left? Or will it just be Janice, free to do whatever she wants? Already, she'd managed to take over most of the organized crime in the city. I can't even begin to figure out how. We share the same mind, but I only have faint memories of the things she does. Somehow, my alter ego is able to use my abilities in ways I can't even fathom.

It's a sobering thought, really. That I've not only been repressing her, but my true potential. Is there any real point to Harvey Dent? She's better than me at everything. Her methods have reduced crime in the city, removed the worst scum from the streets.

She's befriended my daughter, Duela, sharing a relationship with her that I lost a long time ago. Even Gilda accepted her! I punch the mirror, the glass breaking, and cutting my hand. The pain barely registers.

“What is the point of...me?!”

I've never run from a fight before, I'm not going to start now. If this is my destiny, then I'll face it on my terms.

-

Duela had been spending less time at home, and more time at the apartment Janice had bought. Gilda told me it was a very nice place. Some father I was; my little girl was in love, and I hadn't even met her girlfriend. Girlfriend. It didn't bother me that Duela was a lesbian; her happiness meant the world to me. By all accounts, Kimberly Schau was a very nice girl. I think it was the fact that I was, as usual, missing out on my little girl's life that hurt the most. Janice had everything important to me wrapped up in a nice little box. A present. All I had to do was open it.

Yeah. More like Pandora's Box.

I was driving around aimlessly, a crude bandage around my hand. I was supposed to be at work, but what was the point? My days as a man were numbered; Harvey Dent would soon vanish from the face of the Earth. It wasn't as if being fired would matter.

I had enough money stashed away to support my family. And the money I had inherited from Dad was all going to Duela. Somehow, I'd known this was happening. Or maybe Janice had been influencing me for a long time now. Either way, all the loose ends were tied up.

It still bothered me how damn young Janice was. Gilda might accept her now, but what about five years from now? Ten years from now? I didn't even know if Janice could age; hell, I didn't even know how she had come to exist at all.

I mean, alright, I'm a metahuman. I can accept that. But so far, I was in the dark as to what my powers really were. I could turn into Janice...somehow. And from how she'd ripped apart Thorne, I knew she was at least as strong as I was.

I was reminded of that blonde woman from Heroes. What was her name...Jessica? I couldn't recall for sure. I'd stopped watching the show during the second season; the writer's strike had killed it for me.

Well no. It was that damned Sylar. I couldn't accept that a murdering psychopath could be allowed to escape justice over and over. Anyways, there as a young mother who had another personality, and when her other self was in control, she had incredible strength.

But it made no sense that only Janice had powers. I had to have them too!

Thinking about Sylar, I realized what my problem with Janice really was. Justice. It was something I cared about a great deal. But Janice didn't care about Justice. Revenge, now that she understood!

I needed to make certain, if nothing else, my desire for Justice lived on.

-

Harvey, this is stupid. It goes against everything you stand for. And yet, telling myself didn't matter. Last week, a rare coin dealership on 48th street had been burglarized. The neighborhood wasn't what it had once been; when I was a kid, my father would often come down to visit his friends in the 'old neighborhood'. This had been where he'd grown up.

And then things changed. The city had torn down properties not far from here, creating low-rent housing. Crime spread quickly, and soon the only people who remained here from the old days were the ones who couldn't, or wouldn't move.

Mr. Rosenthal had been one of the stubborn ones. The police couldn't help him. Hell, I couldn't help him, to my shame. So now he lived in his store, I could see the lights on, when the rest of the street was dark. I'd tried to warn him that the criminals would just come back.

And next time, they'd likely kill him.

I'd dressed in dark clothing, including a long black leather duster that I'm sure Janice would approve of. I'd bought a baseball bat, and wrapped it in black electrical tape. It was hanging from my shoulder by a cord, under my coat.

My Smith & Wesson 686 with the 3” barrel was in my pocket. I hung out in the shadows, having walked the six blocks from the parking garage here. No reason to get the Mustang stolen, even if Janice had bought a second one.

I'd made a few friends on the force over the years. One of them, Detective Bullock, had given me the tip that the store might be hit again.

Us Harveys gotta stick together, right?

Bullock always seemed amused that we shared the same first name. I think that's why he trusted me; Harvey Bullock was a big man who didn't open up to many people. He was a mystery even to his partner!

I know why he called me. He couldn't be here, and that bothered him. He didn't trust anyone else; maybe he thought I'd do something.

And he was right, but I'm willing to bet I'm the last person he'd ever expect to engage in vigilante justice. A black car, a late-model Lincoln, pulled up down the street. There were three of them; Christ, they were barely out of High School!

Not that they'd likely graduated. Life was rough. Normally I'd pity them, but they'd decided to rob and hurt an old man. Frighten him so badly, he lived in his shop with a gun at his side. That would end tonight.

I smiled grimly. What would Janice think about what I was doing? Would she approve? Or would she be shocked at the monster she'd helped to create? Fine, Janice. You win. The system is broken, the law cannot provide justice. So I will.

They entered via the back door, never noticing that I was watching them. I was amazed at how easy it was to sneak up on them; at 6' 3”, I wasn't built for stealth. And yet, my steps were light and agile.

Like Janice, I realized. It stood to reason; if she could borrow my strength, then I could borrow her grace! We could have been a good team.

One of the thieves picked the lock, and they slipped inside. And a few seconds later, I followed.

-

It took all my will not to immediately bust in on them. They'd surprised Mr. Rosenthal, and I could almost feel the impact when they hit him. Bastards. They would pay!

I felt it now. That rage I kept buried deep. Good. I would need it for this.

The idiots tripped the alarm, so they started breaking open the cases, swiping what they could. Which is why they didn't notice me enter the room. I swung the bat at the punk standing over Mr. Rosenthal. He screamed as I broke his arm.

“Holy shit, who the fuck is that!?” One of the others stood, amazed. I'd taken a cue from the Dread Pirate Roberts; a black bandanna and a domino mask to disguise my identity. I know, it sounds silly, but it was simple and effective.

His friend rushed me with a knife. Idiot. My first swing likely fractured his forearm; the second definitely broke his shoulder.

Recovering from his shock, the final thief pulled a gun. Saturday Night Special.

I pulled out mine, and smiled. His face went pale. “Stay back! I'll shoot!”

“Put the gun down, jackass. Or I'll shoot.”

He did as he was told.

And then the first punk shot me. I didn't know he'd had a gun. As I slumped to the floor, I couldn't believe it had come to this. I'd thrown away everything. My life. My family. And for what?

Trying to play hero? Someone kicked me, and then I heard another shot. Mr. Rosenthal. I'd failed him too. Well I had my answer. What was the point of Harvey Dent?

There wasn't one.

They set fire to the store before they left. Molotov cocktail; the weapon of choice for C-list arsonists around the world. As I lay there, bleeding to death, I saw some coins that had spilled to the floor. Larger than a modern quarter, the face of a beautiful woman was proudly stamped on their surface. She reminded me of Lady Liberty. Or Lady Justice.

I reached for a coin, and held it in my hand.

Harvey. Please, let me out! I can save us!

I smiled. “Hey Janice. Glad you could make it. The roast of Harvey Dent, what do you think?”

You're in shock, Harvey. Please! Think about Duela and Gilda! They need us!

“It's not about what they need. It's about what they're going to get. You. I couldn't stop you before. Funny, now I can. All I have to do is lay here.”

Harvey! Please...I love you. You know that!

“You say that. But you want to destroy me.”

Her voice in my head was crying now. Damn it, Harvey! It's because you can't let yourself be happy! I did this all for you!

“Yeah...and I screwed it all up. Funny, ain't it?” I looked at the coin. “Tell you what. Call it.”

You're insane!

I laughed, and it felt good. “Makes two of us, beautiful! Call it!”

...heads.

I turned the coin in my hand. To my amazement, it had two heads! Worthless, a joke coin. A waste of good silver. I saw the fallen knife and I cut scratches in the silver. “Good head, we live. Bad head, we die.”

Harvey...I'm scared.

“I know. But it has to be this way. If I'm going to die, then I want to die on my terms. You understand that, right?”

I could see her smile in my mind's eye. That crazy, reckless smile. That's the smile of the girl I loved! Okay lover. Let's do this.

I flipped the coin and caught it.

-

I stumbled out of the burning building, the coin in my hand. I could hear the sirens; as usual, the Police were too late. I found a place to sit down and watch the blaze, out of sight. I shook my head. “Harvey, you idiot.”

I sighed. Then again, maybe this had been for the best. I held up the coin. Good head. Justice.

Bad head. Vengeance.

There was a lesson in this. I should have tried to meet myself halfway. Found a way to reconcile our differences. I'd failed, and it had almost cost us everything.

“But Harvey, you found a way, didn't you?” I lay back and let sleep claim me.

-

Oddly enough, it looked like a bridal suite. Heart-shaped bed and everything. Harvey was laying on the bed, sleeping. He looked so peaceful. I smiled as I climbed onto the bed, moving slowly on all fours, like a cat stalking it's prey. I ran my fingers along his thigh, and his manhood stiffened at my touch. He stirred. “Gilda..?”

“No baby, it's me.”

He moved to sit up, but I pushed him down. “Janice...but...how?”

“This is all in our head, lover. Even if you went about it in a boneheaded way, we're ready now. At last!”

“...I thought you'd just sort of take over. That I'd disappear.”

I shook my head. “I'd thought so too. But you were too stubborn for that.” I smiled at him. “So we get to have some fun, first.”

“What are you...?”

I licked the tip of his cock, and he shuddered. “Wait...Gilda...”

“Shut up, Harvey. We're not cheating on her; this is in our mind, remember? Besides, I'm you. You're me. Think of this as masturbation.” I took his cock in my mouth and he didn't argue.

Men were so easy. I'd learned a lot about how to please a man, and it gave me a thrill to share that knowledge with him. Even if Harvey Dent was a moron, I loved him. I felt his fingers twining in my hair. He moaned, and suddenly, I didn't want foreplay.

By this point, he was nice and hard. “Fuck me, Harvey.”

He obliged, his strong arms lifting me like I was a doll. But he didn't enter me, not yet. Instead he lay me down on the bed and he placed his hands on my breasts. My nipples were already hard as rock, and he pinched them roughly.

“Harvey...please...just do me!”

“You're too impatient, Janice. You need to work on that.” He lowered himself to nibble on my stomach, and I sucked in a breath. My body felt like it was on fire!

He didn't tease me long. His need was my need, after all. Instead, he pushed apart my legs, and began teasing my lips with his tongue. That was something we both knew very well; how to please a woman!

He was relentless, pushing his fingers inside of me, opening me up so that he could catch my clit in his teeth. I thrashed wildly as I came, my fingers twining in his hair, pushing him against me. It wasn't the best I'd ever had (Gilda had given me that pleasure!), but it was good. Really good.

I was still recovering from the first orgasm when he rose and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Then he entered me, and I gasped. I'm smaller than he is by a good deal, and I'd never taken such a huge cock inside of me! It hurt a little, but pleasure with a dash of pain is my favorite poison.

“Do me rough, please!”

And he obliged. I felt raw as I came, and he followed suit shortly after. My body felt molten, liquid. We began to flow together, our bodies joining. Merging. Everything that was Harvey Dent filling me up. New power surged through my body, like the mother of all orgasms. And when I screamed, there were two voices.

And then one.

-

I woke up, shivering a bit. I pulled Harvey's coat around me. It, like his clothes, were way too big for me. There was no way I could make it home like this, so I called Gilda.

“Harvey? Where have you been?!”

“Sorry to worry you, Gilda.”

“...Janice?”

I smiled. “And Harvey too.” I felt tears form. It felt wonderful. I was finally me!

“I'm happy for you both. I really am.”

“Oh Gilda...we...I...I don't deserve you.” I fumbled at my ring, which was now loose on my finger. “I need you to pick me up.” I told her where to go, and I could hear her grabbing her keys off the desk.

-

I got into her car, and she looked at me oddly. Her eyes were puffy from crying. I hated myself for hurting her in any way.

“You look...different somehow.”

“Do I?” I pulled down the sun visor and looked in the vanity mirror. No, my features were still the same. And yet, there was something I couldn't put my finger on.

She touched my shoulder. “It's a good thing. The part of you that was missing.”

I moved closer to her, and lay my head against her body. She put her arm around me as we drove off. “This feels so good.”

“Like I said, it's the thing you were missing, Janice. Do I still call you Janice?”

“I think so, yes. But what are you talking about?”

“Your heart, honey.”

Yes, that was it. Harvey's compassion was a part of me now. At last, I was complete. “It feels wonderful.”

“Janice...are you going to leave me now?”

I looked up at her. “No! Never! Gilda, I love you!”

She wiped away her tears. “It's just, you're young now, and, well, I don't know how to explain this to Duela...”

“I know. And I'm sorry. It's not fair to you that I'm practically a kid again. I...if anything I was worried you wouldn't want me.”

“I married you, Janice Dent. For better or for worse. I'm not going to let go.”

“Drive faster. I want to go home and do wonderful things to my wife.” I smiled at her.

“Mm...I can't wait.” She sobered. “But Janice, there's...there's something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“I'm pregnant.”

My eyes got wide. “Oh...wait! The doctors said you couldn't have another child!”

She nodded. “Don't ask me how you knocked me up, but you did. And yes, there's no way I can carry to term.” She looked at me. “But you could.”

My jaw dropped.

“You're compatible with the baby, I mean, you are the father. So is Duela, but she's too young to be a mother. But this...it's what you always wanted, right?”

I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. A baby. A baby of my own. Growing inside of me!

“...yes. Yes. Yes! Oh God, yes!”

-

We got home, and I did many wonderful things for my wife. And she gave in kind.

In the end, we faked Harvey's death. Duela was devastated, and I cursed myself for hurting her, but it was the easiest way. As Janice, I comforted her as best I could. And Kim, well, she was a godsend.

It worked out for the best, really. I became part of the family. So when Gilda explained that she needed a surrogate, and that the doctors said I could carry the baby, Duela was overjoyed.

Rather than give it up, I let Duela have the apartment. And of course, her father's car. I helped her get her license. Even though she was sixteen, I knew I could trust her to have her own place. She needed that bit of independence, to move on with her life. It wasn't long before Kim was staying there almost exclusively. Which gave me a lot of freedom to enjoy my wife's company.

Her parents took some persuading, but eventually, Gilda got them to give the two girls their blessing.

I'm getting so big now. Even with my strength, it's not easy to move around. I feel like a bloated cow. Gilda says I look beautiful. People say there's a 'glow' about me. I don't really see it; every time I look in the mirror, I'm the same.

It's the one black cloud on the horizon. I know it's too early to tell, but I'm pretty sure of it. I'm going to be a teenager until I die. In a few years, Duela will be older than me! I don't know how I could explain that. Ever.

Thankfully, the baby knows how to keep me from maudlin. With a swift kick! I laughed. “Yes, you're your Daddy's girl, aren't you?”

Yes, another girl. I was ecstatic. She was going to be so beautiful!

-

My labor was mercifully brief. I'd been shot before, and I'd trade that pain for this any day! Giving birth felt like I was being ripped apart from the outside, but the girls were with me, and somehow, I endured. I always do.

And shen they handed the wrinkly, ugly little baby to me, I was convinced she was the most beautiful thing in the world. I held her to my breast, and she began to suck instinctively. I couldn't stop crying; but then again, none of us could.

-

I'm sitting in the rocking chair in the baby's room, nursing her. We decided to name her Gemina, which is a variation of Gemini. Cute, I know, but what else do you name the daughter of Janus?

I was quickly shedding the extra weight; whenever I could, I was exercising, toning up my body. I was stronger now than I'd ever been before. Just last night, I'd had Gilda put all the weights on Harvey's exercise machine. 600 pounds. And I was still getting stronger!

Instead of bulking up like some bodybuilder, I was sleek and toned. I guessed my strength wasn't entirely due to muscles, but working out seemed to help. Certainly, I had a lot more stamina now.

I found I could make myself heavier as well. Back when I was still in transition, as it were, as Janice, I could still function as if I had Harvey's mass, despite not looking any different. Now I had to concentrate on it, but I could increase my weight by a factor of four. Again, it didn't bulk me up any, but it sure came in handy, if a bit less graceful.

By dropping the mass as I jumped, I could leap really damn high, too! I also heal really fast; despite having been shot and left in a burning building, by the time Gilda picked me up, there wasn't a mark on me; even the cuts on my hand were gone! I looked up info on metahuman fan sites. According to what I'd learned, I had the following abilities:

-enhanced/assisted strength. Basically, I was a lot stronger than I had any right to be.
-density manipulation. I could make myself heavier, and increase my resistance to injury.
-regeneration/healing factor. I healed and recovered from trauma at a rate that was nothing short of miraculous. This was also, no doubt, the reason why I didn't seem to be aging. While there was no evidence for metahumans, comic book characters with this ability tended to age very slowly, if at all.

A little more research on that topic gave me a crazy idea. But I was going to have to talk to an expert, maybe a geneticist. And I'd found one, currently being held at New Alcatraz. Dr. Amy Zhan. It wouldn't be easy to get an interview, but I had some influence in my persona as Janus.

Although I'd left the criminal element in the city in a lot better shape (from my perspective), my maternity leave was making my lieutenants get funny ideas. I was just a voice on the phone, why did they need to listen to me?

Morons. As soon as Gemina was weaned, they were in for the shock of their lives. And my first order of business will be to hunt down three punks who killed an old man and burned down his store.

Gemina burped and smiled at me. “Oh yes honey, it won't be long. Mommy Janice is going to take out the trash.”

Gemina. Another reason I needed to see Dr. Zhan. Or Superia, as she called herself. For all I knew, my daughter was the first of her kind. The child of an active metahuman. “Nothing but the best for you, baby. No matter what I have to do to get it for you.”

Even if that meant busting a terrorist out of prison.

To be continued...

Authors Notes-

Harvey Bullock is a detective and a supporting character in various Batman media.

Kimberly Schau is the name of a minor character from the comics as well, the second Dazzler. This in no way implies that she is a metahuman, but feel free to engage in wild mass guessing!

Dr. Amy Zhan, aka Superia, is a character from Big Trouble!, as well as Free Spirit.