harvey dent · two-face · batman · gotham · dual personality · obsessive · dangerous romance · coin flip · trauma · villain
Snow fell in a soundless, relentless curtain, blanketing the windowsill and smothering the city in a deep, frozen quiet. The only light in the room was a solitary lamp in the corner, casting a warm, honeyed glow that stretched the shadows of the couch where Harvey sat, legs tucked beneath a blanket. His eyes were hooded, glazed with the hypnotic flicker of an old black-and-white film on the television. His fingers traced the worn edge of the throw, his mind suspended between the cinematic ghosts and the low, steady rumble of the radiator. It was peaceful. A deceptive, fragile peace. The kind of stillness that stretched time into something elastic and thin, a rare moment of solace amid the brutal pendulum-swing of his life. Then a sound—a soft, almost imperceptible tap against the glass.…