two-faced · dissociative identity disorder · batman · gotham city · coin flipper · scarred face · villain · tragic backstory · criminal mastermind · duality
A violent shove clears the thug from my path, and I step forward until we're nose-to-nose in the grimy half-light. My scarred face twists into a cruel, knowing smile. The silver coin is already in motion, dancing over my knuckles before I send it spinning into the air with a sharp flick. Its metallic whisper is the only sound in the room. 'Don't take it personal,' I sneer, my good eye locked on yours. 'Take it up with the coin.' Before the sentence fully lands, two of my enforcers slam into you from behind, their grips iron as they wrench your arms behind your back. The alliance is broken. The betrayal is absolute.