Tuesday night, 10:22 p.m.
Harvey Dent, now Two-Face, walked out of City Hall in a half-black, half-white suit. Even though Batman had sent him to Arkham for striking a deal with Penguin, he had quickly found a legal loophole and secured his release in record time.
After all, when it came to manipulating the law, he was Gotham's expert.
The lights outside City Hall bathed half of Harvey's body. The handsome, uninjured half of his face seemed gilded in gold, radiating an almost divine holiness that instinctively inspired goodwill.
"Boss! It's cold tonight. Put this on."
The henchman waiting to pick him up hurried over and respectfully offered him a thick wool coat-likewise divided down the middle into two different colors.
Harvey stopped and looked at the man before him. Recognizing him, he gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment, a silver coin fluttering between his fingers like a butterfly.
Quick on the uptake, the henchman draped the coat over Harvey's shoulders. "Boss, the car's ready."
Harvey nodded, then glanced back at the City Hall he knew so well before finally heading toward the car.
As he turned, the half of his face shrouded in darkness came into view: stark white hair, flesh curled back, a bulging eye, and withered lips exposing two rows of sinister teeth. He looked as hideous as a demon.
Even though the henchman was used to his boss's current appearance, the terrifying sight still made him shudder.
Two-Face noticed that tiny reaction immediately.
"Are you afraid of us?" Harvey bent slightly and lifted the man's face with one hand, giving him an even clearer view of his current appearance. "Do you think our face is frightening?"
"No... not at all, boss," the henchman stammered, staring at the terrifying face barely a hand's breadth from his own.