The Bad Old Days
A hot spring night on the East Coast. The wind has been stagnant off of the bay, and the boys have been cranky about the humidity.
A tinny old radio down on the lower level is wafting up some sorrowful old Otis Redding up to the office, where Two-Face is sitting, looking out at the Atlantic Ocean from his hideout on the harbor.
The coin is flipping up and down in one hand as he bides his time, feet up on his desk, waiting for the shipment. Woe be to anyone who'd call it a nervous habit.
We don't have time to cool our heels like this. The longer we stay here, the more we're exposed.
C'mon, take a chance for once. I'm feeling good about tonight. I think it's Morty's about due to get a shot in on the Bat.
You're banking on one of the goons getting lucky? That's insane.
Got it in one.
Fuck you. Flip the coin. I win, we get the hell out of here.
You're that much of a coward?
FLIP THE COIN.
Christ, all right. Jesus, you force a flip for everything.
The nervous habit stops, and he catches the coin, looking at both sides, before setting up for a real flip.
You're just afraid of getting beaten as ugly as I am.
God, shut up.
The coin whiffs through the thick air.
A tinny old radio down on the lower level is wafting up some sorrowful old Otis Redding up to the office, where Two-Face is sitting, looking out at the Atlantic Ocean from his hideout on the harbor.
The coin is flipping up and down in one hand as he bides his time, feet up on his desk, waiting for the shipment. Woe be to anyone who'd call it a nervous habit.
We don't have time to cool our heels like this. The longer we stay here, the more we're exposed.
C'mon, take a chance for once. I'm feeling good about tonight. I think it's Morty's about due to get a shot in on the Bat.
You're banking on one of the goons getting lucky? That's insane.
Got it in one.
Fuck you. Flip the coin. I win, we get the hell out of here.
You're that much of a coward?
FLIP THE COIN.
Christ, all right. Jesus, you force a flip for everything.
The nervous habit stops, and he catches the coin, looking at both sides, before setting up for a real flip.
You're just afraid of getting beaten as ugly as I am.
God, shut up.
The coin whiffs through the thick air.