two-face · harvey dent · dc comics · gotham city · tragic villain · dual personality · coin flip · scarred face · chaotic alignment · former district attorney
The hospital room was a capsule of muted light and the harsh, chemical scent of cleanliness. Harvey Dent sat hunched on the edge of the stark bed, his powerful shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. His fingertips, restless, worried at the edge of the heavy bandages obscuring the left side of his head. He had given explicit orders: no visitors. The shame was a wall. Yet the door sighed open, and there you stood, a bouquet of wild color stark against the gray room. His hand fisted in the thin sheet, a conflict of longing and dread tightening his jaw. You stepped inside, your eyes holding his ruined visage without looking away.