Gotham City “Hurry up and get those crates on the truck,” Two-Face snarled. “We’ve got twenty-two minutes before the cops respond to the alarm.” His goons rushed, as Two-Face’s hand methodically flipped and caught the silver dollar he always had with him.
Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch.
The warehouse was shadowed, with only the pale yellow lights of the
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