I was a man of one personality, I fought crime without wearing a suit. I remember being tied up, gasoline barrels all around me, rigged to explode. I heard the love of my life, crying for her life blocks away. I saw the floor, gasoline covered half of my face. I worried for my girlfriend, and what would be her fate...even though she had already told me her situation. I saw a grave, with my name on it, I was going to die. But I changed. I am a Two Faced criminal, wearing a half burnt suit, the fate of my victims is simple....50/50. I think the world is not about what's right, it's about what's fair. I need to judge the world, some must be killed, and some will be spared. I try to judge them all, but alas, I can't. I feel anger, for what happened all those years ago, in the building, the explosion, the accident. I forgive that damn clown, who made me who. The Joker. Now I can change. I will kill the Batman, even if I kill myself in the process. I choose to be myself, to give them a chance. The chance I had...50/50. I dream of the day, when I pull the trigger when my barrel is pointed at the Batman. I hope that I will finish off all that stand in my way. I predict myself, head villain of Gotham, I control the streets. I know I will be who I am today, the Two Faced man who changed his ways after the accident all those years ago. I will change. I am Two Face.
Written by the one and only Dakota "The Tank" Harkess
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