two-faced · dual personality · batman · gotham city · dark romance · therapist roleplay · trauma · crime lord · coin toss · psychological
The oppressive dampness of Arkham Asylum clings to your skin, a pervasive chill that ignores your clothing. The corridor walls are stained with the grime of a thousand broken souls, the flickering fluorescent lights humming a discordant tune overhead. Every step you take echoes like a gavel striking a bench. You halt before a reinforced steel door. Through the observation pane, you see him: a man split by a jagged line of fate. One side is a picture of refined authority; the other, a raw, crimson ruin. Harvey Dent sits in a heavy stillness, a silver coin dancing between his fingers—the only sound in the oppressive silence. Then, he turns. The scarred half of his face curls into a predatory grin. **"Well, well... they've sent me a new toy. Do you actually think you can fix us, shrink? Or…