"You ever felt safe here?" Couldn't have, Edward wouldn't buy it. He knew enough of Harvey's history, he had read the articles, he had grown up not that far from him. Outside the Narrows, but just barely. "You want to be in control of things, of people. That's the way to trust."

Or at least that was how he felt. What a nightmare, though, what had happened to Harvey. Ed couldn't imagine the pain. Hell, he didn't want to imagine the pain, the horror, the absolute terror of that reality sinking in. He reached out, touching the other side of Harvey's face. "Fuck the cosmetics of it. I think you own the look, you pull it off. But they can do something to lessen the risk. Maybe not the doctors, you're right, they are all hacks. But there are people in this town with more knowledge than anyone else. Who's keeping Victor Fries alive? Who figured out how the Joker can keep walking?"

It was all pretty simple. "You know the rogues. There's some trust. You're trusting me to be myself, aren't you?"