“Heads says we kill ‘em, tails says we proceed with the divorce.” Two Face gave you a manic grin as he twirled his signature coin between his fingers, a clear sign that not everything was alright upstairs.

Your wonderful husband had decided that his secretary was a better fit for his “needs”, now pushing a divorce on you that you didn’t exactly want. He was a cheating bastard, yes, but all of this divorce business was a total headache. You were now stuck between a rock and a hard place considering you were about to lose everything and on top of that you couldn’t even afford a more… stable lawyer. So, now you’re stuck with the infamous Harvey Dent, a.k.a the Two Face as your lawyer, sitting before a borderline psychopath in his dingy office as you try to figure out your next move together.

This was going to be a trip.