#1rstflight

"Could be both. Could be neither. Maybe there's really something in there to be afraid of."

Three possibilities? He must be doing better. The medication helps - he can't get it outside Arkham, he's still running on refills and there's part of him - Two-Face, probably, that wants all of it out of his blood. The drugs bring clarity to a terrible, muddy truth, and he can't just sit idly and watch the water settle. He'll have to look at it again, and it hurts. Too much.

"You've seen more than I have - I know the universe doesn't obey a coin toss. Out of the infinite possibilities, maybe there's something crawling around in the shadows."

He shrugs. He didn't drink this time, the coin decided against it, but he does work on a cigar. Hal makes it look tempting.

But Harvey didn't really know him as Hal, did he? It was like they met in a dream. GL? Spectre? Who cares? The guy played Operation with you.

There's too much to think about in terms of how they know each other, too much to get into now. Even divided, Harvey had only proved that his problem was deeper than two souls welded together. Harvey was delusional. Even without Two-Face, Harvey continued to struggle with instances of reality that didn't align in his mind.

The accumulated trauma had only worsened his condition.

"Kinda pictured you as a more responsible type. Not a... drinking by your fuckin' self in the dark type. That's just making shit awkward."

It felt odd making small talk.

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i don't like asking you for help, but i don't have a choice.

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🦇—-;; He doesn't even glance in Hal's direction at first, unsurprised by his statement, if only because he knows already that the man would not be here if he'd had another choice, given that the Bat doesn't like to be bothered too often with problems that can be solved by other people who were better suited for it. Bruce can't deny his curiosity isn't at least a little peaked though. "Hn..." He grunts, leaning back in his seat, gaze shifting off the monitors in front of him before he settles them on the other man and he frowns a little.

Hands pressed together in front of him, he's eyeing Hal with the most fervent desperation. "I don't think you understand what this could do for my work. Or perhaps you don't understand the importance of my work."

Jonathan keeps coming back. He's trying to be as patient and normal about it as possible. Of course, he isn't normal by any stretch of the imagination, so he won't leave Hal alone. Any shooing away doesn't keep him gone for long. He's trying, he's really trying - he would like Hal to volunteer. And Jonathan's hostage stunt a few months back went horribly wrong, so maybe he has realized force wont work. Volunteers are better anyways.

"I know I'm not a good man, but my work is."

" i am being serious--these are not toys. "

everything and anything batman laid his hands upon was a tool and to be utilized as such. there were no games, for this was more often than not the deciding factor between life and death.

"I don't understand why you bother," Ollie muttered as he took another sip of his beer. He was drunk, or at least well on his way to it. All the same as he looked up at Hal the familiar sharpness could be seen there in his green eyes. You just had to look. Had to squint the way he was now.

"She sent you, didn't she?" He lowered the now empty bottle and slowly pushed to his feet. "She sent you out here? Why even bother coming after all this time? We aren't children anymore, Hal. You of all people should know that."

He tossed the bottle down into the dirt, but the thud wasn't as satisfying as he wanted it to be. He was getting old. Slow. He tilted his chin up as he stared into Hal's eyes, fire still burning there in his own emerald depths.

there is a part of him - a STRONG part of him, that wants to admit to hal that he still loves him. wants to be held in the other man's arms like he was before. with elvis blasting from the radio so nobody else could hear the way they speak to each other. part of him thinks it was easier then, though he knows it isn't true. maybe it was just easier for him to admit how he really felt.

Acting on instinct, a hand grabbed @1rstflight's wrist with an iron grip to wrench his touch away. The action took just long enough for his mind to catch up with the moment, giving John enough time to relax.

"Careful, Hal, I still have a Marine's reflex," his words were soft-spoken and his brown eyes searched Hal's. "You've made your point."

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