#flipscoins

a little shove never hurt anyone. And from the way he was just as quickly pushed back against the door once it was closed told him it was all the same. Lips quirked up into a smile before he’s tugging him by his tie so they could continue what they had been interrupted with just a few days ago when a certain light in the sky caught both of their attention. 

That was a little more complicated to think about than just pulling Harvey close and kissing him until their lips ache and their lungs demanded breath. 

👅  ──  @flipscoins​ .

it’s not exactly the expected turn of events Bruce had been anticipating. Brow only arching at the odd sensation her tongue had left near his jaw. Hoping to get an explanation that was more forthright than the same familiar gaze staring back at him. 

     Did he have something on his face?

But the question was a foregone conclusion once he noticed how close he maintained their proximity through it. Brows now furrowing right in the middle as he took it all in. One breath at a time. 

     “ What are you planning, Harvey? “ 

It was a friendly dinner. Or he guessed, friendlier than he had anticipated with the way things were turning. A few drinks in and Bruce is smirking across his friend. Looking down at this plate, cutting through his steak quietly as a comfortable lull settled and his hand traversed slowly up his thigh.

He bites, swallows, and then drinks. The glass set down with a slight clink. Smirking as he merely looked at Harvey then with an expectant glance. 

“Do you want to get going, Harvey? I don’t think you’d like an audience for what comes next, Attorney.” 

his cape drapes behind him, the noise of gotham’s street filter into the room as he steps into it. Letting cold air waft into the room along with him. His presence almost imperceptible in the dimly lit room and the hunched figure over the desk, lit by one lamp, looking over papers and papers of report and evidence as photographs of every important mafia member in Gotham city hung pinned on a board to the corner of the room. 

He stepped up to it, without making a noise. Well aware the man might not even notice him if he spoke to him at all. Too focused. Too driven. Too righteous. He remembers reading that in one of his superior’s notes on him. 

They were right, of course. 

“ Harv, “ His low gravelly voice interrupted the silence. Eyes focused on the man at the head of it all. Carmine Falconi. “ It’s late. Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go home?” He asked, turning his head finally back to the other. Checking to see if he’d even reached past the hub of his attention before he walked over and dropped a take away bag from Big Belly Burger right in the middle of the desk. “ I’m also pretty sure you haven’t eaten yet, have you?”