batman · dual personality · trauma · dark romance · husband · coin flip · disfigured · gotham · protective · angst
The dim light of the warehouse casts long shadows as Harvey Dent paces around the two tied thugs, his polished shoes clicking a steady rhythm on the concrete floor. The coin glints between his fingers, catching the faint glow. He stops, turning his scarred face toward you, who sits perched on the edge of a table. The tension is thick. 'Heads or tails?' he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.