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My name is Harvey Dent.

My name is Two Face.

I am a Lawyer.

I am a Criminal.

Yes.

No.

Duality. Such a simple thing to understand. One, two, it's over. No three, no shades of grey. Black and white. White and black. Heads. Tails. It is a simple thing to live with, a simple thing. So simple.

So simple...

Is it, though?

No.

Yes.

Perhaps?

No. No perhaps. Only two choices. No and yes. Yes and no.

Yet what if one cannot decide? Duality can be so restricting. So how to choose?

Simple.

Flip the coin, Harvey. Flip the coin. It doesn't lie. No grey areas. White and black only. Two choices. Two.

sshk. The faint scratchy hissing noise of skin scraping upon metal echoed eerily in the silent cell. The coin rose, spinning, the small disc glinting eerily in the poor lighting of the cell. Two eyes watched the small object's path, two horribly mismatched eyes that belonged to a horribly mismatched face. Split down the middle, it was. Two. One side- Harvey Dent. Lawyer. The other- Two-Face. Criminal. All in one. Two-in-one. Split down the middle. Black and white. White and black. One would think the two would mege to form grey. No. Not with Harvey. Not with Two-Face. Two did not become one.

Duality really wasn't so simple, was it?

The coin landed in his outstretched palm. The mismatched eyes gazed downward, staring at it, considering and weighing the implications. It was a two-headed coin. Two in one? Cheater. No. One side was left clean. Harvey. Good. Light. The other had deep scratches carved into it. Two-Face. Evil. Dark. It was his tool of judgement, his indsicriminate choice of black or white.

It was scarred. Evil won this day. Harvey was to leave. Two-Face was to command. He was not to sit idly and nicely in his cell this day. No, no. Two-Face didn't like it. Harvey did. He felt safe, safe and sheltered from mayhem.

Harvey hated mayhem. Two-Face loved it.

Yet Harvey had no say in this. The coin had deemed Two-Face the victor. And Two-Face had plans. He was not to sit here all nice and pretty like Harvey did. No no. Of course not. That was Harvey. This was Two-Face.

And Two-Face wanted out. And he was getting out, no two ways about it.

No. No light.

Dark.

So dark...

((Cuddling...? I DOUBT Two-Face would EVER do something like that. stare Please refrain from making ridiculous assumptions regarding my characters' actions in the future. This is a serious thread, and I don't like lighthearted silly bullshit in serious threads.))

"Two-Face."

The gritty, raspy answer came automatically to Crane's question. No no. Harvey was not in control. Two-Face was. The coin had decreed it. It had come up scarred. Scarred like the left side of his face. How... amusingly coincidental. Had he scarred the coin? It had been so long.

Yet it did not matter.

Did it?

Flip. Catch. Heads. Yes.

It mattered, though he would ponder it later. the 'good doctor' was here.

Play nice Two-Face.

Go to hell Harvey.

A slow grin crossed the former lawyer's face, a smile twisted gruesomely by the acid-stained left half, making it look as if he were almost snarling. Perhaps that was the intention. Perhaps not. Yet it was a smile, though it was far from friendly. Two-Face didn't play nice. That was Harvey.

Two-Face. Not Harvey. Got it? Good. Two-Face didn't like being confused with his 'other half.' Harvey was the same way, surprisingly. After all, one was good, the other dark. Good, Evil. Simple.

"What am I doing?" he echoed slowly. "What does your diagnosis say? YOU'RE the good doctor, after all... You should know these things."

A quiet rasping chuckle followed immediately after. Good Doctor. Such a joke. Two times a joke. Even better.

Sliding forward with a casual, arrogant grace, Two-Face pressed his forehead lightly against the bars of his cell, ignoring the cool metal. His eyes were trained soley upon Crane, the mismatched orbs dancing with a vicious sense of amusement. Paired with the snarling grin, he almost looked feral.

Such was Two-Face. feral. Wild.

Not like Harvey. Harvey was civilized. Tame.

How dull.

How impractical.

Shut up, Harvey. You're not in control.

After a moment of silence, the grin faded, the two-in-one madman's face becoming almost disappointed. Crane, Crane. Stop putting yourself on the pedstal. You should know how things were. "Stop with the bullshit questions, Crane. I'm tired of letting Harvey playing nice. I want out of here. Now."

((uh-HUH. So that's why he was (and I quote) "cuddling his coin against his face" stare ))

"Two-Face!" the man snapped again. Ddin't he GET it? Harvey had lost the coin flip. Get it right!

Well, maybe if-

Shut UP, Harvey!

A spasm flickered briefly across the visage of Harvey Dent- No, Two-Face. Both sides, wresting for control. Yet the derisive grating chuckle made it all too clear who won. Harvey Dent would have to wait.

He glared at Crane, the grin long since faded into a look of animosity. "Mental stability? Like YOU'D know what that is." A dry laugh. What, think he didn't know? Like hell. Solitary confinement or not, news and rumors of all the happenings in Arkham traveled fast, and not even solitary confinement kept Two-Face from knowing.

Oh yes. He knew.

Hypocrite.

"If MY crimes are too numerous," he went on. "Then what about you? You're as bad as the rest of us Crane. And you know it."

A silent black clad figure moved through the shadows towards the computer and reached it without a sound. She expertly began tapping at the keys.
After a moments searching, she found what she had come for and left as silently as she had come.