The coin spun through the cold, damp air. It descended, landing in the palm of a man who quickly slapped it onto the back of his hand. He looked at it and shook his head.
"You should've done what I asked." his voice was sharp and demeaning. The man he was addressing was a portly fellow staining his dress shirt with beads of sweat. The man would've raised his hands in reply, but they were bound behind him as he sat on an uncomfortable oak chair. "I gave you two simple tasks, don't let the Falcones catch wind of my weapon shipments coming in and keep the City Urban Renewal Committee from poking around my dock." he turned to survey the dark warehouse they stood in, "Yet here I stand, Councilman, with a warehouse devoid of guns because the Falcones intercepted them." the man waved his arms at the empty space, one of his hands, protruding from the black sleeve of a fine suit, was scarred, burnt, and tinted red. "Everyone knows you are Falcone's councilman. I paid you a decent sum to keep this shipment off of their radar. Not to mention those starry-eyed urban renewers my boys had to frighten off last Tuesday." he looked at the tied up politician with a grimace on his face, half of it badly scared and singed black. He ran his fingers through the perfectly groomed brown hair that adorned the other side of his head, then used both hands to dust off the suit that matched his appearance. One side a clean white, the other a dark black covered with stains and small tears.
"Listen, Dent.." the short man muttered through quivering lips, "You can't lie to a mob boss!" his collar now soaked with sweat as more beads dripped of his thick blond mustache, "I'll make it up to you. You can have all my money the Falcones slip me," he pleaded, "I'll get you that load of guns, and more guns, even drugs, women, money. Whatever you want to traffic I can set you up." Two-Face smirked on his good side.
"You've had your fair chance, Councilman. Now, I've left it up to fate." he showed the coin resting on his good hand to the politician. It revealed a queen's head scratched and pitted. This caused a great deal of panic on the man's behalf. Dent pulled a stock black Colt .45 from inside his suit. Ivory handle grips rested in his hand as he raised the barrel to the politician's head. Mustering up some testosterone in his voice, the councilman started to shout.
"You can't kill me! The GCPD will come after you, and Batman! You can't do this, I'm a councilman!" he tried to threaten the villain who ignored the ranting. Smoke whisked out of the barrel after he pulled the trigger and sen the bullet flying. Two-Face looked at the newly deceased councilman.
"I'll buy a new one."