#behindtheblackmask

you guys should follow this asshole

if you're not already

see u in hell sionis]

Send me a ♥ You'll get a peck on the lips and i'll tell you:

Our muse’s ship name.

What happens in Vegas stays in Gotham  I can't think of anything better I swear

If I ship the ship

//I shouldn't even try to be ashamed of shipping it, you know it well too! There's so much potential for some rough housing between them, if you know what I mean

If the muse ships the ship.

[Loudly chokes on drink and spits most of it through the exposed teeth on his scarred side]

If I think they would get married

//Not even that Vegas thing should have lasted more than an hour, marriage would NEVER be a thing for them.

And if the muse thinks they would get married

          A low, guttural groan was the first response for that call, probably the most eloquent Harvey could manage while slowly growing courage to open his eyes when the light hit them. At the very lease he hoped whoever was beside him felt just as bad... with the same pain in the back even. Slowly turning to the man beside him, the criminal took a few moments to realize just who it was. He was just so used to the image of the mask that the face itself was far less iconic in his mind.

          Whatever crossed his mind once the situation was rightfully noticed was ignored as his next reaction was to simply punch the other man in the face and crawl over him so he wouldn't escape interrogation. While holding the mob boss down with one arm, Dent made a fist and got ready for another punch only to realize the cold metal around his finger. He wouldn't make much of it had he not noticed the similar ring in Roman's hand