2:00, on the dot. According to Two-Face's schedule, that was the deadline. Harvey's lips curled into a sneer that almost matched the lipless grimace of his face's bad side as he let the coin flip for which of the men was going to live.

He slapped it on his palm. "Well. It's your lucky day." He pressed a finger to Topher's head, indicating which of them he was speaking to. Frank, however, found himself subject to the rock in Two-Face's hand. He stopped screaming after two hits, stopped moving after three -- but he was hit one more time for good measure.

The rock was allowed to drop, and he crossed the room, stick in hand. Time to flip for the women. He wasn't trying to leave them time to react, he wanted to move quickly. Time was of the essence.

The coin smacked his palm softly.

"Ohh." He hissed through his teeth, hefting up the stick. "Sorry."

He swung.