#facesplit

@facesplit​ SENT :

“  come on. let’s get out of here. " / Twoface who knows if you're going to have a goodtime or a badtime with this guy

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‘BRUCE?! ‘ a hand on either side of his head. The broken man (men) was spinning! He (they) couldn’t concentrate. Wayne wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t supposed to happen. ‘I don’t want to hurt you! ‘ the words frail from dichotomous (half) lip.\

HE TURNED IN COMPLETE ALARM. Hard lines to his shoulder. Jaw set and gaze narrowed. Fingers ready to curl on a weapon hidden in his coat but it isn’t the usual chaos of man men he is so used to finding. It’s more. Tattered pieces trying to cling together. 

Desperation in the utterance of his name. 

Slowly his hand relaxed. Bruce Wayne was a civilian. Harvey Dent was a civilian. And his friend. He can help. He says the words in his head as if that would make all the difference. And he raised his palms, open and defensive, just hoping to calm some of the frantic worry that framed their face. 

“ Harvey. “ He murmured, calmly, standing upright, unperturbed. “ I know you don’t. I believe you. Are you okay? Can you focus on me? “

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@facesplit​ “Bruce? Long time no talk. We’d thought you’d forgotten all about us... forgotten all about ME.”

“Well you can’t fault me for trying now can you, Harv?” Bruce teased only to grin. “How’ve you been?”

The smile he was sporting was the kind of genuine expression paparazzi would have killed for. And would have shocked Gotham’s high society who would be forced to admit that ever since their prodigal son had returned from abroad he hadn’t smiled like that in their presence once. And possibly even before that.

@facesplit​ asked: “I’m always between punching you square in your freakishly smug face or having pity on you because even the clown can’t stand you!”

@facesplit​ SENT :

Que Harv lifting Eddie in the air with one hand, using the scruff of his collar like a shopping bag. Don't sit on his spot on the couch ( the bit between one seat and the other) and he just plops Nigma down on the floor between his legs. 'You know that's my space. Get your own!' // I imagine that the hide out they let him stay over night at has actually just become edward's temporary home against Two-Face's will

There was a PRO & CON to being so light, & they’re both how easy it is to be picked up. In this context, it was a con as his bottom left the comfortable seat of the couch... & eventually met the harder floor. Eddie then stuck his head up, & released a disappointed noise.

                    “ But your space is pleasant & warm ! ”

Batman stares at his former friend, both men are wounded. Both men bleeding- bruised. How did things end up this way? They were once young kids playing in the grass, a little rough and tumble despite class differences. Young kids laughing in the summer sun. And then teens, talking about girls and the future like they even had a clue... Bruce would shed a tear...but he’d already done that years ago.

He turns his head- a motion that sends a sharp pain piercing down his spine. Looking upon the criminal now, he can only see the side of his face that looks like Harvey. It almost compels him to try and reach out to him...but his hand falls about half way. Its pointless ins’t it? If he’s honest with himself- Harvey will never be the same as he remembers. Not ever again.