Two-Face had meandered towards Topher again, still holding the stick in hand. He was done, so he smiled at the intrusion, one and then another as if on cue. He hadn't even invited two. A lucky coincidence, perhaps.

He ignored them for a moment, looking at Topher. "I didn't do it wrong. You won fair and square. Don't be a sore winner. Your friend wasn't a sore loser." He slid his hand into his pocket, hiding the coin from sight. "The Mad Libs were just the stage, not the game."

And then he turned to Matt, then Vic, smile crooked. Two-Face grinned at them, Harvey frowned.

"Glad you could make it. I started without you, I hope you don't mind."