Two-Face

Outside Gotham's Second Bank.

A cold wind howled through the street. The lights outside the bank appeared particularly dim, making the surrounding shadows appear even deeper.

Suddenly, a black armored vehicle sped towards them, screeching to a halt, the screech of brakes shattering the stillness of the night.

The car door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of robbers wearing black hoods and carrying heavy weapons filed out, led by Two-Face.

His signature half-disfigured face looked particularly grotesque under the light, while the other half of his intact face was filled with madness and greed.

The robbers rushed into the bank, the doors were violently kicked open, and the alarm instantly blared throughout the entire building.

Customers and staff screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, only to be cornered by the robbers who pointed guns at them.

"All of you, behave yourselves! Anyone who moves will be killed!"

The robber roared, brandishing a submachine gun, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.

Chaos reigned in the bank lobby, with documents and banknotes scattered all over the floor. The robbers smashed open the counters and stuffed bundles of cash into bags.

Their figures intertwined under the lights, like demons from hell, plunging the once peaceful bank into endless fear.

Let me see how fate decides things.

Two-Face frantically tossed a coin with a complete human head on one side and a coin with a scratched human head on the other.

His distorted face looked particularly ferocious in the dim light, and his eyes revealed madness and cruelty.

On the bright side, they only rob money and don't kill people.

The bad side is killing everyone and then robbing them for money.

The hostages watched the falling coin with bated breath, their eyes fixed on it, filled with fear and despair.

They knew the Two-Face's style; this coin would determine their lives, and everyone's heart pounded wildly, as if they could hear the drumbeat-like sound.

The Two-Face then slapped the coin on the back of his hand, slowly raised his hand, and showed everyone the face-up side.

It has a floral pattern.

"Your fate has abandoned you."

"Two-Face said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion, his single eye gleaming with cruelty."

He pocketed the coins, a sinister smile creeping across his face.

"Kill them."

These three words sounded like a judgment from hell, instantly plunging the hearts of everyone present into an icy abyss.

Without hesitation, the surrounding robbers pointed their guns at the hostage, their fingers already on the trigger.

"Wait, this isn't fair. A single coin decides everyone's fate."

A Black man with a child stepped forward; his voice trembled but was firm.

He had heard stories about Two-Face, and saying this might give him a 50% chance of survival.

"Hahaha, fair? Yes, it's definitely not fair."

Two-Face the Batman Who Laughs as he approached the black man. His hideous and terrifying face was inches away, radiating a chilling aura that instilled immense fear in him.

The Black man's legs went weak, but he still held the child tightly behind him.

"Fairness! This is the only law, the law of equality, the great balancer! So I give you all fairness, and now everyone gets one chance!"

Two-Face screamed hysterically, his voice echoing eerily in the empty bank lobby.

Two-Face's henchmen had no objections; they too were dissatisfied with the city and were willing to follow any crazy action as long as it could bring revenge on the city and its people.

I don't care if it attracts a police blockade.

Their eyes were filled with hatred and twisted pleasure, as if they couldn't wait to see the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

"Your son will be the first one."

The Two-Face roughly snatched the black child, who cried loudly in fear.

"No, no, no, I suggested it. Let me be the first one, please."

The black man pleaded desperately, his face filled with despair.

"Dad..."

The child's terrified cries were heartbreaking.

Tell your child that everything will be alright, and to leave it to fate.

The Two-Face tossed a coin mercilessly; the coin tumbled in the air, gleaming with a cold light.

The Black man stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the coin, too afraid to move for fear of ruining it.

The Two-Face caught the coin, opened it, and took a look.

It's a human head.

"You are lucky, child."

The Two-Face let go, and one of the robbers dragged the child out of the bank.

"Call..."

The black man breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, a gun was pointed at him.

"You expect that winged Avengers to save you from evil, don't you, my friend?"

The ferocious face of the two-faced man approached the black man, his eyes full of ridicule and teasing.

"Yes, Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham, he saved me once, and he will again this time."

The Black man's voice trembled slightly, but his eyes were resolute; his plan was to stall for time.

"Maybe yes, maybe no. You could say we have two ideas on this issue."

Are you a gambler? Let's flip a coin and decide. Let's see what fate has in store for you."

Two-Face tossed the coin again.

But this time, while in mid-air...

The window was smashed, and shards of glass flew everywhere.

Several smoke grenades landed at the feet of the crowd, instantly releasing thick smoke that quickly spread.

Chaos erupted in the hall as the robbers, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, began to curse loudly.

"It's Batman, he's really here."

Where is he?!

"Watch out, he might come from the corner..."

Before the robber could finish speaking, Batman charged straight at him.

The robbers were completely bewildered by Batman's undisguised entrance.

What's the point of using smoke grenades?

"Fire!" someone shouted.

Bang bang bang.

Countless bullets were fired at Batman.

Batman initially dodged left and right, displaying agile and nimble movements, but later he stopped dodging altogether, his body crackling with sparks as he moved through the air, knocking people unconscious one by one.

His movements were swift and fierce, each strike accurately hitting the robbers' vital points, instantly rendering them unable to resist.

In just a few moments, all the robbers were lying on the ground, unconscious.

Controlling the force to strike between devastating and painful is also a skill.

"Two-Face, surrender!"

Batman's hoarse voice rang out, like a judgment from the depths of darkness.

Two-Face ignored Batman's warnings and simply looked at the coin in his hand.

Flower noodles.

He then looked at the black man in front of him and said, "Your luck is a bit worse than your son's."

After saying that, he pointed the gun at the black man's head and pulled the trigger.

The black man's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, looking at Batman blocking his way.