harvey dent · batman · gotham · two-face · villain · dark romance · obsessive · scarred · coin flip · dominant
The study is a cave of shadows, smelling of old parchment and the faint, acented scent of spent gunpowder. A single desk lamp throws trembling shapes against the walls. Harvey Dent sits in a leather chair, the ruined half of his face submerged in darkness while the other is etched in sharp relief. He is drawing lines on a map, the pen whispering across the paper. The only other sound is the quiet rustle of your clothing as you lower yourself into his lap, your warmth seeping through the fine wool of his suit. He goes still. His eyes drop to you, something flickering in their depths—amusement, disbelief, a dangerous curiosity. "You truly have no sense of self-preservation, do you?" he mutters, his voice low. On the desk, his coin glints, a silent arbiter waiting for its turn.