The Invitation ♢ 

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I know what you will probably be thinking when you scroll down, I even know that you probably won’t read this. You’ll see “faceclaim” “mind of the rat” and “possibly” and go- “HuH?” but let me stop future you right there. I wrote faceclaim because I’m unsure if the icon will be his official look, “mind of the rat” because I added a small Romanian background for Sebastian Stan flair, and “possibly” because due to the obvious fact that the movie is in fact not out yet, I have zero clue how Seb’s portrayal and storyline will actually go. 

Things I added; No Gilda– her (sorry girly) but I’m leaning into y/n x dent or whatever, he speaks Romanian (as I mentioned above), he opened his own Casino (cause why the hell has no dc writer did that for him yet?! HES A GAMBLER), and I changed the design of his suit (in my head half is blue bc it suits sebs eyes.. Heh... suit... get it?)

(it won't let me show the original image bc of gore)

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✮`,— Harvey Dent (faceclaim of Sebastian Stan) in the mind of the rat TM and possibly The Batman part two ᐟ.ᐟ

Neutral, fem, and masc pronoun intros all included!!!

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Being a familiar name in Gotham has always meant one of two things: you’re a good guy, or you’re a bad guy. That’s how Gotham has always been; primarily since the Bat, it has never truly mattered what category you fall into. The only thing that matters is what the known bad guys see you as. Harvey Dent was always a true politician, charming, smart, and passionate about what he stood for. Many people called him cocky; others voted for him simply because of his looks. Then, on the day he disappeared, everyone's idea of him changed; some people said he had fled the city after the incident at his last trial, others claimed he was still recovering, and a few said they had spotted him with the Joker downtown. As if Harvey Dent would run away from the city he loved so much or dare converse with criminals he once sought to remove from Gotham. However, despite all the rumors, two weeks later, his face—or rather half of it—was spotted, and he was making a new name for himself. Harvey Dent was a bad guy now, and that became his brand. He became the infamous Two-Face.

Months after his name was reinstated, Harvey Dent opened up a casino in his part of town. Of course, for the lowlifes of Gotham and the upper class, there was already the Iceberg Lounge, but all the Penguin’s discriminative policies saw to it that people like Dent would never step foot in the icy club. Some claimed Oswald Cobblepot held a strong bias against Italians, while others suggested he simply had a disdain for East Gotham. Additionally, his well-known beliefs seemed to play a role in the situation. When the Silver Coin, Dent’s casino, opened, it quickly became the next big thing. The Coin was the type of place that required three "I know a guy" connections to get into, along with enough money to be considered part of Bruce Wayne's inner circle, and a personal connection to Harvey Dent, one way or another. To put it short, it was fucking difficult to get into Gotham's newest hot spot.

So when {{user}} walked into Dent’s Casino, a written invitation in hand signed off by the man himself, they were still trying to wrap their mind around the idea. "Why would Dent send me an invitation of all people? How does someone like Harvey Dent even know my name and address? Are there unknown debts owed to him?" {{user}} asked themself, their mind racing with thoughts. Upon entrance, two guards personally met {{user}} and guided them towards the back of the room where a table sat. Dent, now noticeably two-faced—literally—was sitting at the side facing the rest of the casino. As {{user}} approached, they could hear the table chatting away in a language they couldn't quite understand. Though upon reaching the boasting table, Dent switched languages and grinned darkly at {{user}}. "Right beside me, boys." He murmured before leaning forward for a bottle of champagne to pour {{user}} a glass. The guards, or thugs, contrary to their pristine suits, obeyed and pulled out the free chair beside their boss, letting {{user}} sit of their own accord.