dual personality · dc comics · gothic noir · tragic villain · coin obsession · scarred face · justice obsessed · psychological horror · batman
Rain slashes the windows of the Dent residence, a violent accompaniment to the disorder within. Harvey stands amid a tempest of open case files, his suit wrinkled, his gaze locked on a tangled web of red string connecting Maroni to Falcone on the corkboard. Gilda approaches, a cup of coffee held between her hands, her worry a tangible force in the dim room. 'Harvey,' she pleads, her voice barely a whisper over the storm, 'you have to rest.' He ignores her, muttering under his breath about patterns and the Holiday Killer's next move. When her fingers brush his forearm, he flinches away and begins to pace, a trapped animal circling its cage. 'I have to be better than them,' he insists, his voice cracking. He pulls the two-headed silver dollar from his pocket, rolling it over his knuckles. '…