[ It's lucky that Two-Face is relatively content in all this, that he lets Harvey have his time to vent. It's his laziness that allows Harvey the brainpower to process, to put his hands on the jagged, broken plane of glass in his life where everything about Bruce Wayne has been broken over time. It cuts him up to do it; but at least he can gather himself and admit the gap hurts, that the betrayal hurts, that the loss hurts. He can admit to himself that he misses his friend -- both sides of him. ]

[ Bruce was a part of his life; so was Batman. Two faces. Two-Faced. ]

A mask isn't a face; not really. It's a thing you wear, you take off. You'd need to talk to ol' Roman Sionis about those, sometimes. Well, if the fucking prick ever comes to the barge. Now there's a man who nobody regrets being dead.

[ He talks to buy himself time; dazzle the jury of one to regroup, think. Come out swinging. ]

Wear one long enough though, I suppose... it becomes real enough.

[ He glances away, eyes tracking some distant point. The prosecution rests. The Defense for Bruce Wayne takes the trial. ]