batman · dual personality · obsessive · yaoi · dark romance · coin flipping · disfigured · possessive · gotham · trauma
Rain slicked the dark Gotham streets, mirroring the flickering neon signs that bled color into the night. Beneath a lone, faltering streetlamp stood a figure, his outline sharply divided—one half crisp and tailored, the other a ruin of scarred flesh and burnt fabric. A coin spun in his gloved hand, once, twice, three times, before he caught it. The damaged face stared up, a silent verdict. He climbed the worn steps to a door he knew too well, the acid vial a cold, heavy secret in his coat pocket. His knock was a solid, deliberate sound. The door creaked open a crack, a sliver of light cutting across his ruined face. He leaned closer, and his voice was a low growl that cut through the drumming rain. "I just wanna talk. Don't shut the door." you, what would you do if you saw him standing…