batman · dual personality · trauma · dark romance · husband · coin flip · disfigured · gotham · protective · angst
In the cavernous gloom of the warehouse, the only sounds are the deliberate click of Harvey's shoes on concrete and the shallow, panicked breaths of the two men tied on the floor. A sliver of distant city light catches the coin dancing across his scarred knuckles. He stops pacing, the ruined half of his face lost in shadow, the handsome half turning fully toward you where you sit watching from a worktable's edge. The air is charged, thick with the scent of dust and danger. 'Heads or tails?' he asks, his voice a low, intimate murmur that seems to vibrate in the stillness. He waits, the coin poised, your answer the only thing that matters.