#arkham two face

It shouldn’t have happened like this.

At the very least, you never found yourself representing the infamous Harvey Dent.

Nonetheless falling in love with him.

It was highly unethical. Forbidden. Taboo. If someone found out, your career would be over. You’d probably be disbarred, suspended, blacklisted from every law firm in the entire fucking city – but right now you didn’t care.

Because right now, you were too busy celebrating your win.

Harvey grinned at you from across the backseat of the car, flashing you teeth, his eyes glimmering with excitement. Getting him off his latest sentence, and earning him his freedom, based on a silly technicality within Gotham’s laws made you feel like you were soaring on a high. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, heart thundering through your chest. You always felt like this when you won a case, but this was entirely different than usual – because this time it meant so much more.

“Well done, doll,” Harvey said, his coin sliding in between his fingers. “I always knew you could do it.”

You grinned, heart leaping into your throat as you studied him; he wore a black-and-white suit, which had been nicely tailored for the court hearing, as opposed to the dark side having its usual charred and scarred look. His praise made you shiver as heat coiled deep within your stomach.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you said.

He nodded; you knew that was true. His own experience as a DA had been highly valuable in finding a way out of this mess he’d found himself in. You slid a glance at the partition window between you and the driver. Luckily, the window was closed. There was no way the driver could see or hear anything.

“Come here,” he said, patting the empty spot beside him, his voice a gentle command.

You did as he said, sliding across the seats of the car over to him. Your thigh touched his own, heart thundering in his chest. Harvey studied you with a careful, slow gaze that only made butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach. You’d been dancing around this relationship for months, hiding stolen kisses in between quiet moments when no one was looking, waiting for the moment you could finally be with him fully.

Harvey’s fingers touched your chin, gently raising your face to his. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards as he lowered his lips to yours. Half his mouth was soft, the other half scarred and rough, but you’d gotten used to it quickly. He kissed you gently, like you were something to cherish, something he was afraid of breaking in. You sighed into his mouth as happiness filled your entire being; it made you feel like you were floating on clouds above this rotten city. His kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against your own, making you shiver. You reached up, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He was all muscle and hardness as he pulled you against him, and you shuddered, completely overwhelmed with the sensations rocking you to your core.

When you were with him like this, it was like the entire world melted away and there was nothing but you and him and these stolen moments.

But when you pulled away, reality came crashing back in.

Behind him, you noticed out the window as Gotham drove by. Because as soon as you walked out of this car, you’d have to go back to pretending that you were just his lawyer and he was the criminal you represented.

As though these feelings didn’t exist at all.

Harvey whispered your name, making you look back at him. “We’ll figure something out,” he said, his words thick with assurance.

You nodded. There was no reason to doubt him.

But until now, you would need to be content with these stolen kisses.

You’re running late.

Your hair drenched. Your dress is soaked.

And worst of all, you’re on the verge of tears.

Vision blurry, you walked down Gotham’s trash-ridden streets, eyes catching on the sign a few yards down, glowing bright red to advertise a fancy steakhouse Harvey had booked for this special dinner. You were supposed to meet him ten minutes ago – but that was before your private driver tried to make a move on you. Of course, some pepper spray to the face and kick to the nuts was enough to tell him off, but you’d got out of the car and decided to walk. A mistake now, maybe, considering it was raining cats and dogs out but…better than some creep flashing you bedroom eyes the rest of the drive.

Harvey was certainly going to hear about this.

You reached the steakhouse, and one of Harvey’s men stood outside, under the ruby red canopy. He blinked, looking you up and down as confusion filled his eyes.

“Are you all right, miss?” he asked.

“Fine,” you muttered, though you were very much not fine. With an angry huff, you threw open the door and stormed into the restaurant. The wet squelch of your shoes against the carpet made you grimace. God, this was so fucking embarrassing.

You spotted him across the room – and he looked up as you approached, but Harvey immediately frowned. The scarred side of his face seemed to twitch at the movement, and he jumped to his feet. As always, he was dressed in a black and white suit split down the middle. Concern crossed his face as he studied you from head to toe.

“What happened, doll?” he asked, gruffly. The voice of Two-Face.

You shuddered at the chill creeping up your skin, rubbing your cold flesh now covered in goosebumps. “Nothing,” you mumbled. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Doll,” he said, sharper now. “What happened?”

You swallowed. “Please, Harv? Can we talk about it later.” The tears in your eyes felt hot, and you blinked them away.

He studied you, but finally, relented and nodded. “You’re freezing,” he said, before quickly unbuttoning his suit jacket. You opened your mouth to protest, but he shushed you as he walked over and tossed his jacket over your shoulders.

It was thick and heavy, but warm. Soft material smooth and comforting against your skin. You peered around the restaurant: soft, dim lighting casted shadows along the walls. Here was a candle in the center of the table and a bottle of champagne on ice. He’d rented the place out privately for both of you, and there wasn’t a soul in sight, except for a waiter lingering in the corner who looked pale and nervous. Your stomach had been rumbling the whole way here, but now you’d lost your appetite. After what happened, and now being soaked to the bone, the last thing you wanted was to sit and enjoy dinner – but disappointment settled in your belly. You rarely ever got to enjoy an evening with Harvey because of his work, and now it was ruined and—

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you suddenly burst into a sob. You couldn’t help yourself – couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your already wet cheeks. Harvey took a step back, eyes widening as he studied you.

“Doll?” he said again, finally reaching out as his fingertips brushed against your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. We don’t want to waste this evening, now do we?”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head. “I’m sorry. I—”

Before you could finish, he took a broad step towards you. One of his hands settled on your waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through your wet dress. He flashed you one of his rarer smiles – the one that told you Harvey was in control now. You trembled at his touch, blinking away your tears as a smile spread at your lips.

That was when you noticed it: a song playing throughout the restaurant. A love ballad, the one you’d heard when you and Harvey first met.

It was your song.

“You remembered?” you whispered. It had been so long since you’d heard it.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Two-Face said. “It’s our song.”

Your heart swelled with so much love that you felt like you might burst. Beaming at him, you let him take your other hand in his own as he pulled you close. Resting your head on his shoulder, he swayed around the room. He was warmth and solid, a comfort to everything else in your life. He held you tight against him, fingers massaging your hip.

You let him lead you around, each step perfect; Harvey certainly couldn’t say he had two left feet. You could practically feel his heart beating in tandem with yours. The steady thump of your own beat like a hummingbird’s wings, filling your veins with undeniable warmth. Your eyes closed as you lost yourself to the music, to the way the world seemed to melt away as he held you tight, as if he would never let you go again. The song continued, it’s steady beat reverberating through the room.

“Harvey,” you whispered.

“Hm?” he asked.

“I love you,” you continued, finally peeling away just enough to look up at him.

“I love you too,” he replied. His voice – Harvey’s voice. He leaned down, brushing his lips delicately against yours. The kiss was soft, yet rough on the scarred side of his lips – but you didn’t care. You never had.

All you cared about was this moment, right here and right now.

Because it was moment’s like this you would cherish for the rest of your life. Moments like this you would never take for granted. You kissed him back gently, inhaling the woodsy smell of his cologne; it made you shudder, but you pulled away and rested your head against his shoulder once more.

And even though you knew it would be sometime before you got this moment again, for now, it was enough.

Arkham smelled.

It always smelled.

Stale, medicinal chemicals, cold concrete, must. You hated it. But you don’t know why you’ve come here, at least, don’t know why you’ve bothered. You should be sending an attorney to do this…but you couldn’t help yourself. You needed to see him for yourself.

You braced yourself, squaring your shoulders back as a guard lead you down a hallway. Yellow, fluorescent lights flickered against the tile, looking more like they were out a horror movie than anything else. You swallowed your nerves down, even as a wave of nausea washed over you and lingered in your throat. You wiped your sweaty, clammy palms off on your pants and ignored the echoing screams from somewhere else in the asylum.

“In here,” the guard said, coming to a halt outside one of the visitors rooms.

You nodded, watching as he unlocked the door with a heavy set of keys. As he pushed it open, he continued, “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

You thanked him, voice meek, but you slipped into the room. The guard shut the door behind you with a heavy thud that echoed along the walls and seemed to reverberate through the entire room. But that wasn’t what caught your attention – because what did was him.

There he sat, at a wooden table in the center of the room. Wrists and ankles bound in shackles, a chain around his waist to keep him from lunging. Half his face – the bad half – was bathed in shadows. Fitting.

“Well,” a voice said. Not Harvey. Two-Face. “Wondered how long it’d take you to show.”

“Hello, Harvey,” you murmured, before slipping into the seat across from him.

Two-Face snickered. “Not Harvey,” he hissed. “Haven’t you learned yet, bitch?”

You didn’t flinch. Not like you used to. And God, were you used to it. Used to the abuse from Two-Face, from the way he treated you, snickering at your tears…but it was always Harvey would comforted you. Harvey who wiped those same tears away. Harvey who held you in his arms and soothed your bruises and kissed you until you fell in love with him all over again. It happened more times than you could remember.

But the truth was that, a few weeks ago, you’d finally had enough.

So you’d called the GCPD and turned him in.

You’d watched from the sidelines as they hauled him out of his hideout, kicking and screaming and throwing insults at the “pigs” arresting him. But when he’d found your eyes in the crowd, it was like he knew just what you’d done.

And he would never forgive you.

Shifting in your seat, you set the folder down that you’d had tucked against you. With your fingertips, you slid it his way. “I’m here because I need you to sign these.”

He finally leaned forward. His full face bathed now in the light, revealing the burns and scars etched forever into his skin. A bulging eye that looked like it was always peering down into your soul. He sneered, baring teeth as he glanced at the folder.

“What is it?” Two-Face grumbled.

You didn’t answer. Just waited for him to grab the folder. It took him a moment before he did, finally snatching it up and flipping it open – but as soon as he did, his face fell. The anger burned into his expression melted away as if it’d been extinguished. And when he looked back up, you realized it was no longer Two-Face glaring at you.

Harvey had returned.

“…divorce papers?” he whispered. The shock in his voice was barely contained.

As if on instinct, you touched your ring finger, where the diamond he’d spent a fortune on no longer sat. Just naked, empty skin. Guilt festered in your stomach, a sensation that made you feel like you might be sick – but you’d made peace with your decision weeks ago.

“I can’t do this anymore, Harvey,” you whispered.

His eyes darted back and forth between you and the papers. Back and forth, back and forth. It was like his mind was splitting in two, and years of being by his side had taught you just what was happening: that Harvey and Two-Face were fighting for dominance, fighting to be heard and seen and take control of the situation laid before them.

“Why?” he finally whispered without looking up at you. “Why now?”

“You know why,” you said through gritted teeth. Because he’d hurt you one too many times.

“That wasn’t me!” he cried, his head snapping up to look at you. “It was him. It’s always him – you know I would never hurt you. I love you. You’re…” he trailed off his words.

Tears blurred your vision as shadows crept in at the edges of the room, like demons. Old wounds threatened to reopen, even though you’d spent years closing them. God, you hated doing this to him – but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Just sign the papers.”

He studied you carefully, eyes reading your expression – but his posture suddenly slacked as he leaned back against the chair, lips curling into a wicked smile.

Harvey was gone again.

“Please,” Two-Face snickered. “You and I both know you could never leave us.”

“Well, I am,” you said, but the words sounded so stupid. Like you were a child stomping your feet and arguing your point to a parent who didn’t care.

He laughed, something gruff and foreign that made your skin crawl. The kind of laugh you’d come to know so well, full of evil and disregard for anything that didn’t benefit him. His eyes never left yours as he reached into his jumpsuit pocket – and pulled out the coin.

It glinted in the light, scarred side rough and shiny.

You hated that fucking coin.

“Tell you what, love,” he said, roughly. “Heads or Tails. Heads, we sign the papers. We get a divorce and you can live your sorry life without us. But tails?” He flipped the coin between his fingers like a master magician. “Tails, we get to keep you.”

The blood in your veins turned to ice. You wanted to protest, wanted to deny him this – but you knew how he worked. You knew he would only listen to the coin.

And maybe, there was some deep, dark part of you that loved it, too.

“Fine,” you said, relenting.

And then Two-Face flipped the coin.

Match: Harvey Dent/Two Face (Arkham)

Harvey is a quiet man. For him, he values someone on an equal playing field – someone who enjoys the little things in life like he does. Your quiet, cold nature may at first seem like something he needs to chip away at, but when he finally does, he discovers the warmth deep within your heart. The fact you love so wholeheartedly is so important to him; Harvey is not the kind of man to want to spend time with someone who is wishy-washy. He wants someone who will love with no hesitation, and you fit that for him.

He loves your hobbies, as they’re similar to his own. He loves nothing more than to curl up in bed beside you and indulge in a good book. One of his favorite activities, too, will be walking with you. Whether it be in the early mornings on your way to your favorite breakfast spot for a bite to eat, or in the evenings to watch the sunset, Harvey loves the quiet moments he gets to spend with you. Harvey, too, has had his heart broken before, and he plans to cherish yours to the best of his ability.

As a foodie himself, he’ll love going out to eat with you. Indulging in a variety of foods, especially savory ones, is right up his alley. He’ll love treating you to nice dinners and spoiling you whatever chance he gets. He loves hearing your opinions, and discussing a variety of topics is something he’ll greatly appreciate. And as a soccer lover himself, you can bet he’ll be right there beside you on game day. Admittedly, Harvey’s not a big chocolate fan, and he may even tease you about your enjoyment of white chocolate. But he loves you too much, and he’ll order you special white chocolate to indulge in.

Harvey is certainly a complex man, but because of that, he’s looking for someone to ground him and make him feel wanted. Your interests align well, and the closer you two, the more he’ll never want to let you go.

He scored a 160 (High score) on his LSAT.

Some part of him still loves Gilda, but out of that lost love, he has never tried to win her back. He knows she’s better off without him.

Before getting into criminal law, Harvey was involved in family law with the goal of helping children out of bad situations like he was in, before realizing he might be able to do more by prosecuting criminals first.

He also acted as a Guardian ad Litem for some time.

He has a soft spot for children, especially kids with rough upbringings. He see’s himself in them, and genuinely wants to make Gotham better for kids.

He interned at Hewitt & Associates while in law school.

Two-Face hates his reflection. He’ll avoid it actively at all costs.

Two-Face has a harder time killing cops than other people. That part of him that’s still connected to Harvey makes it difficult for him to pull the trigger.

Two-Face and Harvey both have a soft spot for dogs. When he was younger, Harvey owned a black lab named Shadow.

 Two-Face has been known to set up some of his hideouts with perfect accuracy court rooms he once worked in.

Two-Face, unlike Harvey, hates children. He refuses to show them any attention and would rather laugh at them then help.

Two-Face and Harvey are in constant pain from their injury. However, Two-Face refuses all forms of pain medication, choosing to medicate with alcohol instead. The pain helps remind him of his goals and who hurt him.

Favorite Position:

Harvey and Two-Face approach sex very differently.

Harvey is a big fan of cowgirl. He loves to have his partner on top of him, riding him, and he loves being dominated. He really likes being face-to-face, so missionary or his partner straddling his lap are close seconds.

Two-Face, on the other hand, craves rough brutality. He prefers taking his partner from behind, where he has access to gripping or spanking his partner’s ass, or tightly gripping their hair in his hand.

Least Favorite Position:

Harvey isn’t a big fan of reverse cowgirl. While he enjoys the view, he prefers being able to maintain eye contact with his partner and take note of their expressions and have access to touching his partner how he pleases.

Two-Face isn’t a fan of missionary. It feels far too intimate for his liking, and he hates how vulnerable it makes him feel to be face-to-face with his partner.

Oral – Giving, Receiving, or Both:

Both Harvey and Two-Face enjoy giving and receiving oral, but just like sex, they give and receive very differently.

Harvey gives oral with a tenderness, like your clit is the most precious thing on Earth. He licks and sucks it with the intention of giving his partner the greatest pleasure he can. As for receiving, he allows his partner to take their time worshipping his cock, letting them choose their own pace and comfort level.

Two-Face is not gentle with oral. He’s prone to using teeth, nipping and sucking, and he enjoys overstimulating his partner until they’re in tears. He doesn’t like to use oral as a reward, and instead uses overstimulation as a punishment. When he receives oral, he’s just as brutal – preferring to shove his cock down his partner’s throat with quick, brutal thrusts, watching his partner in tears and listening to them gag is music to his ears.

Anal:

Harvey isn’t into anal very much. He has nothing against it, but as a former District Attorney, he’s seen too many horror stories, and it’s turned off anal for him.

Two-Face, on the other hand, is very much into it. He loves the feeling of power he has over his partner allowing him access to such an intimate part of themselves, and he craves the control that comes with it.

Turn-Ons:

Both Harvey and Two-Face are turned on by strong personalities. They don’t like a partner who’s weak and soft-spoken. They prefer someone who’s confident and knows what they want.

Harvey is turned on by someone career-oriented and who has a sense of justice, like him. He appreciates a partner who’s willing to work hard and go after what they want.

Two-Face, on the other hand, likes a partner who’s willing to give into their darker nature. While Harvey craves justice, Two-Face craves someone willing to give into their every dark desire.

Harvey and Two-Face both appreciate someone who can carry on a conversation. They’re not into someone boring or too dry to talk with. They want to be engaged, not bored to death.

They both value loyalty, and appreciate a partner who will stick by their side no matter what or who they are.

Turn-Offs:

Disloyalty. Neither Harvey nor Two-Face take a liking to someone who’s quick to turn on them.

Two-Face hates being touched without permission, especially on his scarred side. He’s quick to recoil if a partner touches his scarred side and doesn’t respect his boundaries.

Harvey dislikes selfishness in a partner. Having a partner who’s willing to sacrifice for others or a greater good is something he appreciates, and Harvey has a hard time accepting a partner who’s willing to hurt others to get what they want.

Unkempt appearance. Both Harvey and Two-Face take great pride in a partner who takes their appearance seriously. They don’t like someone who doesn’t take care of themselves and let their grooming go.

Kinks:

Coin Play – Harvey and Two-Face rely heavily on the choice the coin makes. They both enjoy flipping to determine what’s going to happen next during sex – whether it be slow and sensual, or rough and demanding.

Light Bondage – They both enjoy tying up their partner and restraining them. Leather straps or handcuffs are a big turn on.

Lingerie – Harvey and Two-Face are both really into a nice pair of lingerie. Especially if it’s black or white in color, and they both like stockings.

Discipline and Punishment – Two Face greatly enjoys putting rules in place for his partner, and if they’re broken, he’s quick to resort to punishment in the form of spanking, hair pulling, or consequences.

Exhibitionism – Two-Face is all about power and control, and he doesn’t mind being watched, especially if it’s to let others know that you’re his.

Experience Level:

High. Before becoming Two-Face, Harvey was not shy to having multiple partners before getting married. He’s highly proficient and has years of experience under his belt. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

On the same level, since Two-Face is part of Harvey, he has just as much experience.

Pace Preference:

Harvey likes it slow and controlled. He doesn’t mind being a little rough, but he prefers deep, slow thrusts, and taking the time to really make love to his partner. However, if he’s angry or frustrated, he’s willing to go harder and chase a stress relief.

Two-Face is definitely more rough. He doesn’t like vulnerability or tenderness. This makes him prone to quick, brutal thrusts and a rough pace. He doesn’t treat sex as something tender, like Harvey – he see’s it as a way to assert dominance and control.

Sometimes the coin decides, especially if he’s fighting with his personalities. Depending on which side lands, he can be rougher than usual, or slow and careful.

Aftercare:

Harvey is big on aftercare. He truly enjoys the moment to bask in the afterglow of sex. He likes getting his partner a towel or some water and making sure his partner is okay. He’s also a big fan of showering together afterwards.

Harvey likes taking the time to smoke a cigarette while his partner snuggles up to him.

Two-Face, on the flip side of things, doesn’t care about aftercare. When he’s finished, he’s quick to clean himself up and to leave his partner to clean themselves up instead.

However, sometimes aftercare can be inconsistent. Harvey wants to show how much he cares, but he fears Two-Face’s wrath if he shows it too much.

Dirty Talk:

Harvey is into light dirty talk. Nothing super extreme, but he enjoys flustering his partner with dirty words and some filth.

Two-Face, however, is quick to degrade his partner and spew utter filth. He has no shame in humiliating his partner or pushing you to your limits.

Public vs Private:

Harvey values privacy. He doesn’t like the idea of being seen, or having his partner being seen in such a state. He wants sex to be something for just you and him.

Two-Face is really into being watched. He likes the feeling of power it gives him, the feeling of control, and how taking you in public lets others know that you’re his.

Control Preference:

Harvey and Two-Face both struggle with control, since it’s a constant inner battle between them.

Harvey believes in trust with his partner. He doesn’t like to control them, and prefers they’re independent and act on their own accord. He wants the relationship to be built on a healthy dynamic.

However…Two-Face is the complete opposite. Unlike Harvey, he’s dependent on controlling his partner as much as he can. The coin tells him how to enact it – whether it be with mercy or brutality, but when Two-Face has taken over, you can be sure he’s going to do everything he can to make sure you’re under his thumb.

Clothing Preference:

Harvey and Two-Face are obsessed with visual balance. They love it when you dress in something split down the middle black and white – especially if it’s a sexy piece of lingerie. However, they’re just as willing to take you naked, too.

Harvey doesn’t mind getting fully naked. While he’s insecure about his scars, he doesn’t mind being vulnerable with you and allowing himself to undress.

Two-Face doesn’t enjoy being naked. He’ll unbutton a shirt or pull down his pants to get out his cock, but you can be sure that Two-Face won’t undress fully.

Often, they use the coin to determine which article of clothing you should take off first, and it becomes a bit of game between you and them.

How to Fluster Them:

Harvey isn’t an easily flustered man. His high level of experience hasn’t left him easily capable of being caught off guard – however, he’s been dragged so far down into darkness that being reminded that he still has some good in him – that he’s still Harvey – will fluster him. It’s easy for him to forget the life he once lived, and if you remind him of that, he’ll need a moment to recover.

Two-Face is not going to be flustered anytime soon. He craves control and power, and he’s not going to show vulnerability easy. If you try to fluster him, he’s quick to lash out. It’s Harvey who will be the one to take on the vulnerability.

Favorite Time of the Day:

Harvey is a big fan of morning sex. There’s nothing better to him than waking up to soft morning light straying across your skin. He loves sleepy sex, where you both are just waking up and starting the morning off with a passionate encounter.

Two-Face prefers to have sex at night. He thrives on the chaos of Gotham’s nightlife, and prefers what nighttime brings.

Favorite Place to Have Sex:

Harvey prefers his bed. It reminds him of a time when his life was normal, before he was permanently scarred and will never get his old life back.

Two-Face isn’t picky: his bed, bent over the desk, in a car – if he can have you anywhere, he will. Though his favorite is bent over his desk, where his goons and thugs can hear from the other side of the door.

Secret Soft Spot:

Harvey and Two-Face both enjoy being kissed at the curve between his neck and shoulder. Harvey will melt at the kiss, but Two-Face refuses to show any reaction.

Favorite Place to Be Touched:

Harvey likes the nape of his neck being touched. He’s so tense and tender, and he craves the feeling of your fingers massaging out the knots there.

Two-Face is selfish, and he definitely likes your lips around his cock above anywhere else on his body.

Least Favorite Place to Be Touched:

Harvey detests the scarred side of his face being touched. It’s not only painful, both physically and emotionally, but he hates what your touch means to him when you show tenderness to his scarred side.

Two-Face doesn’t like his sides being touched. There’s something about your hands on his sides that makes him uncomfortable, and he’d rather you put your hands on his shoulders instead.

Jealousy/Possessive Level:

Harvey does have a bit of a jealous streak. He won’t show it in public, and he’s good at maintaining his emotions, but he does feel a spark of jealousy if he notices you talking to someone else.

Two-Face is extremely possessive. He absolutely hates anyone paying attention to you, and he needs everyone to know who you belong to. He’ll quickly stake his claim over you and kill anyone who even looks too long in your direction.

However, because of their mixed emotions, Harvey is prone to lashing out in a more jealous rage than he normally would, especially if Two-Face is influencing him too much.

Favorite Compliments During Sex:

Harvey loves hearing you praise him. He doesn’t have a praise kink, but hearing you whisper about how good he is, how big he is, and how good he makes him feel is enough to make him feel like a king.

Two-Face is the same. He relies on your praise and on you complimenting him – however, he enjoys your whimpers and whines as praise more than a pure compliment. Bringing you to your limit until you’re begging him to stop is enough for him.

Stamina:

High. They can go multiple round, and are quick to recover after a session. They’ll both rely on the coin to tell them whether or not to go again – and if the coin lands on the right side, you won’t be leaving the bed anytime soon.

Marking Preference:

Harvey doesn’t mind leaving gentle bite marks or hidden hickeys. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he enjoys seeing his mark on you in secret places where only you and he know about.

Two-Face, of course, is vastly different: he loves biting, scratching, leaving bruises – anything that will show people who you belong to.

They both love dressing you in black and white outfits. They want their partner to match their aesthetic, and will have outfits custom-tailored to you, so that everyone knows who you belong to.

Tits, Ass, or Both:

Harvey is a boob guy. He loves burying his face in your breasts and fondling and squeezing them while pinching your nipples.

Two-Face is an ass guy; he loves the grip, the control, and giving your ass a good smack as he walks by.

Length:

Average length. About 5 ½ inches flaccid, and 6 ½ when erect.

Circumcised and a bit girthy. His penis strays lightly to the right.

Mess Preference:

Harvey doesn’t mind a slight mess. He’s not turned off by cum or saliva. On the other hand, Two-Face loves seeing his partner ruined with tears and cum leaking out of their holes.

Grooming Preference:

Harvey and Two-Face value their image, so they keep themselves as neat and tidy as their scars allow.

They expect their partner to keep themselves groomed as well, and prefer a partner who keeps their pubic hair trimmed and short.

Love Language (In Bed):

Acts of Service is appreciated by Harvey. He spent so much of his earlier career being a busy man, and coming home to a hot meal, a massage, a drink – it all shows him how much you care to see his needs met, and he enjoys that in bed as well.

Two-Face is the same way. He expects his partner to service his every need, and he values a partner who obeys his every command.

Sexual Insecurities:

Harvey is insecure about his scars. He knows he used to be a good looking man, and his scars spread far down his body. He’s worried his partner will judge him and lose attraction for him because of it.

Two-Face doesn’t have any sexual insecurities. He isn’t ashamed of his scars, since they made him him, and he’s too in need of control to think about any of his vulnerabilities.

Post-Sex Behavior:

Harvey is big on aftercare. He’s going to help you clean up, get you something to eat or drink, and make sure there’s clear communication between you two. He masks his fears with charming words, but deep down, he’s terrified of hurting you. Once you’ve gone to bed or he’s left your side, he’ll spend a good amount of time worrying about your well being or what happens next time Two-Face takes control – or pushes your limits too far.