"You and I could make a pretty good team."
"I think you're mistaking me for someone else, Harv," Nygma scoffed. He shrugged the larger man's had off his shoulder, then turned and started carrying his tray of slop to the nearest empty lunchroom table. When Dent followed him, he just rolled his eyes. "No one wants to work with me. I'm loquacious, abrasive to the nerves and patience, physically unimpressiveaside from my devilish good looks, of course, dramatic, obnoxious, arrogantor so I seem to come across to those simpletons who don't appreciate my intellectand easily irritated by those beneath my level. Not to mention my little habit of leaving clues for the Bat to follow. No one wants to work with the rogue who leads the vigilante straight to them."
"You don't lead the Bat to your hideout. You lead him to deathtraps." Half of Harvey's face stretched into a smirk when Nygma's only response was to poke at his food with his fork. "Is it really so hard to be