"It's true?" said Two-Face. He was heavily drugged, and spoke only out of the Harvey Dent side of his mouth. The other half of his face was slumped and drooling. Occasionally, Harvey lifted a paper towel to that corner of the mouth, pressing cautiously, as if he couldn't feel it, as if the mouth belonged to someone else.
J'onn supposed it did.
"It is true," he said. "I can alter my physical appearance. Look like any human."
The police had been talking about that, in the squad car on the way to the asylum. J'onn needed only a glimpse of Two-Face's surface thoughts to understand. He stayed well out of the mind itself. Too fragmented, too dangerous.
"And you read minds," said Two-Face. Harvey. "You know what I want."
"Yes," said J'onn.
"Would you? Please?"
"Yes," said J'onn. The shift came quickly, easily, as it always did when he had a physical reference.
Harvey Dent gazed on his unbroken reflection for the first time in years.
"Oh," he said quietly. "I was beautiful once."
