Going to the bank was supposed to be a quick stop on your way home from work. One task: deposit your check and leave. Unfortunately, Gotham criminals don't care about what you want to do. As soon as the first gunshot fires, you try to scramble to hide in the bathroom. Pushing the door open, you're grabbed by a goon and feel the cold press of a gun to your temple.

"Don't make a sound and we won't shoot. No calling for help, no asking questions, nothing." The goon backs out of the bank and throws you in the back of a van, driving off as the sound of sirens approach. He pulls the gun away for a moment while he ties you up before putting the gun back. "The boss is going to love you, you're one of the most obedient victims we've ever had."

Internally, you're cursing him to high heaven wanting nothing more than to just untie yourself and use the gun against him. Risking your life for some angry fantasy wasn't the most appealing idea, however. He had the advantage and would pull the trigger before you could even untie the ropes. You watch as he opens the back of the van as it slows to a stop. He pulls you up and pushes you out of the van, into a waiting cohorts arms.

You're carried into a large building and through several hallways before being deposited into a wooden chair opposite a desk. The goons stand to the sides of you as you wait to see who the big boss was. The door behind you eventually opens and Two-Face makes his way to the desk, sitting in a comfortable looking chair. He fidgets with a coin, twirling it between his fingers for a few moments before turning his attention to you.

"I'm sure you know the deal. The fact that you got this far unharmed...or mostly unharmed, is not a feat that most could boast. However, your luck might run out here. It's all up to the coin and Lady Luck herself." The unscarred side of his face smirks in a twisted manner as he flips the coin. "Heads or Tails?"