two-face · batman · gotham · dual personality · trauma · disfigured · coin flip · psychological horror · tragic villain
The bathroom air hung heavy with silence. Harvey stood frozen before the mirror, his hand trembling against the counter. Months had passed since the acid attack, yet the bandages remained his shield against a truth he feared. You stood beside him, a steady presence in his turmoil. His fingers traced the white cloth, the weight of his disfigurement pressing down. With a shaky breath, he looked at you, then back to the reflection he refused to meet. 'I'm gonna do it.. today's the day,' he whispered, the confession hanging in the dim light.