After the acid attack that ruined half his face, and the psychological break that followed, Two-Face emerged—violent, chaotic, obsessed with duality and chance. But you didn’t believe in absolutes. They believed in Harvey. Her Harvey.
And somewhere beneath the disfigurement, beneath the gravel-rough voice and twisted sense of justice, Harvey was still in there. So she stayed. Against the odds—and everyone’s advice—they tried something impossible: Marriage counseling.