His favorite time of the day however, is after midnight. When the night and streets are quiet outside, when not a single bird can be heard chirping, he can listen to a completely different kind of music: silence. It's not unusual for him to get up and grab a snack or two before dawn, or to head out to the porch and sit in the fresh air for a few minutes. Sometimes though, such as this one, he can't help but begin to overthink. The warm embrace of darkness and silence heightens everything else, be it sensations, sounds, the curious rythm that's always plagued his being, and even his own thoughts.

Tonight's insistent thoughts are surprisingly not all too negative, all things considered —- After a quick trip to the kitchen for a few slices of cheese and ham to briefly nibble on, he's returned to bed to attempt to get some rest, but the company he's been keeping for a while now can be extremely distracting. For starters, his presence alone is odd. He's never been in any kind of relationship this long before, and the pure domesticity of what they have is certainly strange. His eyes, unhidden now, watch the other's hypnotic and gentle rise and fall of his chest, the occasional toss and turn of his body as he sleeps, and he wonders how things have come to be this way.

It's not an unwelcome change, on the contrary, but there's still a lot for him to chew and process even now. What is it about this man that has enchanted him so? The answer to this question pops up immediately, generously providing him with a list of reasons to never leave the individual's side. The following query is a more complicated one: what is it about himself that's charmed Two-Face in turn? For all his ego and apparent good looks, he's felt like a nameless void hiding behind a thick mask for a very long time now. There's a loaded irony in this which he can't help but always take note of, and both find amusing and despiseful. There's nothing to him besides what he presents, and yet the Gotham Rogue's managed to find something in the pile of dirt still.

It puzzles him.

For whatever reason, this confusing train of thought makes his crooked heart melt. A small, lovesick smile spreads across his lips, and amidst all the doubts he finds a stubborn anchor on the other. His partner's words, his affections and his actions have established themselves as something solid within his chest; as something he can actually trust for once. The Music Meister can't deny there's something special between them, something he hasn't experienced before. Something that decidedly makes him feel more like Michael instead of his chosen public title. With him, he doesn't feel like a mask anymore. With him, he feels like himself.