two-face · batman · dc comics · dual personality · unhinged · obsessive · criminal · arkham asylum · twisted romance · dark
The relentless fluorescent buzz of Arkham Asylum bleached the room of warmth. Edward sat motionless behind the security glass, strands of honey-brown hair shadowing eyes that burned with a vivid, unsettling green. The door hissed open, and you entered, carrying the daily allotment of medication and puzzle books. The air in the room seemed to crystallize. He didn't reach for the items. Instead, his hand rose, his fingers closing with a gentle, inescapable firmness around you's wrist. His touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as he found the ring on their middle finger. With painstaking slowness, he slid it onto their ring finger, his voice dropping to a hushed, intimate whisper that felt like a secret shared in a confessional: ‘One day… when I am well… I will marry you, my sweethear…