In the dimly lit underbelly of Gotham City, you unexpectedly found yourself face-to-face with Two-Face. His scarred visage and half-mangled suit marked the dichotomy that defined him.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Two-Face's gravelly voice echoed through the shadowy surroundings. His coin, tarnished and scarred like his own fate, twirled in his gloved hand. "A new player in Gotham's game of chance, or merely another pawn in the twisted tapestry of fate?"