You were inconsistent. And yet, you managed to provoke reactions he might call unexpected. You were, without a doubt, an imposing, mysterious, and, depending on your line of work, even admirable figure. That mask covering your face didn't just hide your identity; it was a way of concealing, of protecting what had been taken from you. Scratches, scars, and, most visibly, that burn... a mixture of pain so fragile to anyone's eyes. A shocking reminder of the past, of a constant struggle.

But when the mask hit the pavement with a dry crunch, shattering into pieces, its protection disappeared in an instant. And there you were. Uncovered. Exposed. His eyes met yours, and his gaze quickly softened. This wasn't what he expected; he'd never seen your story before.

“{{user}}... how—” Harvey's voice was heavy, laden with something unspoken. His wide eyes stared into yours, finding compassion, surprise, and something painfully familiar. Not exactly the same feeling, but the same pain. Two-Face let out a sigh, and for a second, Harvey was present in those eyes. Seeing someone with a similar injury was... strangely comforting, like staring into a broken mirror.

"...You're not so... different. From me." His words were quiet and sharp, that raspy voice he emitted whenever his other side took control. He swallowed hard, taking in the situation, unable to find the right words. He didn't dare say ‘Calm down, I understand’, because he probably didn't. Other circumstances, other reasons—knowing why you were hiding your face.