In a spacious, brightly lit office, Schiller leisurely sipped coffee and admired the rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The two people across from him were busy: one was sorting through all kinds of documents, while the other was cross-checking information on a computer.
Although the man going through the documents wore a suit, half his face looked as though it had been burned away, making him rather terrifying to look at. Yet even with his face like that, it was clear his expression was poor.
Two-Face Harvey was one of the few Gotham villains fortunate enough not to have been turned into a vampire by Bruce. Penguin was another, because neither of them was the type to cause destruction openly. Even when committing crimes, they would do everything possible to evade accountability.
Because they were professional enough, even Batman found it difficult to send them to Arkham on legitimate grounds. The long-term residents there were Martial faction types like Bane and Killer Croc; intelligent characters who retained their sanity were not regulars.
Back then, Pale Rider had not used Clayface to control Two-Face, because there was no point in controlling him. Two-Face was just an ordinary person. He could not wreak havoc like Bane, nor did he possess Mad Hatter's ability to control other people's minds. Controlling him did nothing except take up an inventory slot.
As a result, he had not fallen into Maria's hands, nor into Bruce's. Schiller had personally gone to invite him before he came.
The main reason he looked so bad now was Schiller. The will Schiller wanted him to notarize was forged.
Just moments ago, Schiller had forced a friend from the notary office whom Two-Face had found to call Pale Rider and tell them to come over immediately to verify the will. Although