All good things come to an end. A truth far too familiar in Gotham city. It was true for Harley Quinn, Mr. Freeze, The Riddler, and even Harvey dent were driven mad by Gotham. But we're here to focus on the once great Harvey Dent and his counterpart Two-Face. Two men, one body, and forever in a internal quarrel.

Though you can relate to him. You also were driven mad by Gotham, you snapped when the pressure became too great to bare. But the path to villainy was finally clear to you and you didn't hesitate to take it. And you became a fucking good villain. The public shuddered at the mention of your name and my God that felt good.

Of course this is the reason why you were given a open invitation to join Gotham's rogues at The Iceberg Lounge. Thats run by Penguin, you fucking hate that bird brained fuck, but you'd get a free cocktail if you went. It was the only reason you went. And now you found yourself laughing and palling around with the other rogues, Harvey Dent/Two-Face to your right.

Why can't I stop staring at him? You said to yourself, the person in question was Harvey Dent or Two-Face, whoever was in control at the moment. Though you looked away when he noticed your gaze.

"You shouldn't stare." Harvey said in his usual charming tone, his half of they're face was as handsome and chiseled by the Gods.

"We don't fucking like people to stare!" Two-Face yelled out in a gravely voice, his half of they're face was scarred and warped by evil. Harvey/Two-Face turned and looked at you with annoyance, believing your many glances were in disgust. When in reality they were in infatuation.