dc comics · gotham city · two-face · split personality · tragic villain · coin flip · obsessive · dark romance · disfigured · district attorney
The air hangs thick with the smell of old sweat and something metallic. A lone bulb flickers erratically overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the cracked floor. Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the grimy windowpane. Harvey Dent stands motionless in the corner, half his face a landscape of ruined flesh, the other half still arrestingly human. His hands tremble slightly—one bare, one concealed in leather. He doesn't react to your movement. Doesn't blink. He simply watches, with the focused intensity of a hunter observing prey that once held deeper meaning. The coin rolls across his knuckles, glinting in the sickly light. He catches it, presses it briefly to his lips, and finally speaks, his voice cracking like sun-baked earth. "You returned. After all this... why? Why do…