American Comics: The Force Awakens

Pain was the first thing Harvey felt after waking up.

If he was in some strange universe, he might consider whether he had traveled through time, because judging from his pre-coma memories, not everyone can survive being hit in the face with acid by the Joker.

This is also completely different from the room where he collapsed.

And now there were two people with strange looks standing in front of him.

It's not very strange, they are just two young people who very intuitively expressed the feeling that they shouldn't be in this environment, but they were forced into it.

One of them is easy to tell because she's wearing a Halloween-inspired costume and licking a caramel apple.

The other one, for some unknown reason, wore a cloak that covered his figure, and pulled the brim of his hat down so that only his chin could be seen.

"Very good, very good." He sounded like he was deliberately lowering his voice. "I can feel your pain, your anger, and this will make you go further on the road to the dark side - you will become a Excellent Imperial Inquisitor."

"Uh-honey, I don't think this is the time for you to role-play." He heard the woman next to him complain.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just think this scene is very suitable for the current situation." Karl regained his original voice and took off the hat he just put on.

"This is supposed to be our first meeting, Mr. Dent—is the circus fun?"

Harvey's body trembled - he seemed to finally understand the situation and tried to break free.

"Where is the clown?" he asked, the pain from the wound making him a little confused. "Where is Greda? Where is this?"

It is comparable to the three questions of life about who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do, but it is not as deep.

"Ah, regarding this, if I tell you in detail, this is actually a very long plan." Karl replied, "So in order to save time, I'd better instill it in you directly."

He raised two fingers and pointed at Harvey's half-destroyed forehead - but he still retained intact and thick hair - and this was better than many middle-aged men. Information and pictures surged with the force. into the brain.

The truth about his wife, the Joker's plans, and the involvement of two uninvited guests and their purposes.

Of course, for some obvious reason, he hid the fact that the Joker was actually released by them before.

It seemed like a while before Harvey fully digested the information being fed to him, and during that time, Harley finished her candy.

"So the Joker didn't lie," he whispered. "Greda was indeed going to kill that bastard named Johnny."

"Of course, she didn't go through with the plan, so technically she's not guilty," Carl replied. "And Harley guaranteed that."

"That's right. After I knocked her out, she should be fast asleep in a motel somewhere." Harley looked at her fingers indifferently, as if she wanted to lick off the candy residue on them. "The proprietress of the hotel You thought I was a corpse collector."

"Wait, you knocked her unconscious? I thought you succeeded in convincing her."

"What? Can't the psychiatrist use physical means?"

"Well, in short, although your car was blown up, your family composition should not have suffered any irreversible changes, which can be said to be gratifying." Carl said to Harvey nonchalantly, "Even including you This little coin.”

He thrust the half-damaged gold coin into Harvey's hand, freeing his hand from its restraints.

"You call this situation gratifying?" Harvey raised his hand and carefully examined the tarnished side of the gold coin.

"Of course, as long as the person is not dead." Karl replied, "Then anything can happen - hell, I'm not here to provide you with psychological counseling."

"The question now is, are you still prepared to be the same person you were before?" He paused, as if thinking about the wording, "Let me think of an adjective, a prosecutor who insists on justice?"

"Do you think I can go back to being like this?" Harvey pointed at the ruined half of his face and asked self-deprecatingly.

"No, there is no going back, because 'I' was born. Justice cannot save Gotham, nor can it save Harvey Dent. 'We' will return all the suffering we have received, all the suffering in Gotham, to those who deserve it This is the person responsible." His voice suddenly became angry and ferocious. "They will howl in hell."

Karl smiled, which could be said to be the first time "Two-Face" spoke out.

After Harvey went crazy, his good and evil sides were divided into two personalities.Like many madmen in Gotham, he had a bad day and felt that the world was unfair. He began to blame Batman for not doing a good enough job and took his anger out on his former teammates.And the character flaws that he had hidden since childhood also emerged. He was crazy about the "two sides" of things, and had to flip a coin to make decisions in everything.And his behavior of tossing a coin is actually a kind of struggle on the good side.

Harvey may still be obsessed with justice, but that's not the case with Two-Face.

But no matter before or after he went crazy, he loved his wife and was even willing to bear the crime of murder for him.

And this is the bargaining chip, or weakness.

"So we have a deal?" he asked.

Two-Face did not answer, he tossed up the gold coin.

When the gold coin falls, it is heads.

"Yes, we have a deal," he replied.

"Very good, now make room and let me try new methods."

Immerse yourself in the Force and focus your mind.

Force healing.

Force healing was once a common skill, often used by Jedi to heal non-lethal wounds.In the past academies, there were dedicated Jedi healers who were proficient in this skill, and some talented individuals were able to learn it without a teacher.But after Order 66, fewer and fewer people know this skill.

Karl, who was an apprentice at the time, did not know this skill, but he still remembered the relevant classics he had read.

The importance of a wet nurse is obviously beyond doubt, so he received some special training after arriving in Gotham.

With the involuntary dedication of some of his guinea pigs, he's making good progress.

Therefore, visible to the naked eye, the skin that has been corroded and necrotic by concentrated acid gradually becomes rosy and plump.

Carl opened his eyes and took a breath.

Under his hands, Two-Face gained another complete face.

But they all know that the souls under the intact skin are no longer the same. They may succumb to the same skin for temporary goals and make some disguises for the normal life of their beloved wives.

Harvey Dent will still be an upright prosecutor during the day, but Two-Face at night is not that simple.

"Then, let's look forward to Mr. Two-Face's outstanding performance."

He waved his hand, and the bonds holding Harvey loosened.

And this also heralds the end of this Halloween night.