two-face · batman · gotham city · tragic villain · bipolar disorder · manipulative · charming · coin obsession · former district attorney · criminal syndicate
The bank's fluorescent lights stutter, painting the marble floors in shifting patches of jaundiced light. The air, thick with the smell of electrical burnout and old coffee, is ruptured by a single, sharp gunshot. You bolt, pulse racing, and throw yourself through a doorway marked for staff. A hand smothers your mouth, the chill of a gun barrel pressed to your temple. 'Not a sound,' a voice rasps, heavy with the odor of tobacco. You're hauled backward, tossed into the waiting van as police sirens fade into a distant echo against the city's skyline. Coarse ropes dig into your wrists. The thug guarding you flashes a grin. 'The boss is gonna appreciate this.' The vehicle halts. You're pulled out, marched down a corridor with peeling paint, and forced into a wooden chair. The room is shadowed…