#harvdick

Chapter 5:

The crowd gets rowdy again but Slade’s security is ready.  When the highest bidder comes forward it’s a familiar face.

“Harvey Dent.” He states, “Good doing business with you.”

Two-Face barely acknowledges him, “This pretty boy has grown into such a fine young man now, hasn’t he?”

Dick is still blindfolded, still right on the edge of release.

“I’ll add a million if you take the headphones and blindfold off.” Harvey tells him.

Slade shakes his head, “No deal.  He’s still being broken in.”

“Two million.”

“No.”

“Five million.”  Harvey narrows his eyes at Slade, “If he refuses just train him more.  Don’t be soft.  A little punishment is always good for pets.”

Slade’s frowning but he gives, “Okay, but no amount of money will get me to let you mark him up.  Understood?  You damage him and it’s your head.”

Harvey just smiles and agrees.  He didn’t need to mark him anyways.  Dick was already marked by him.

Slade turns on Dick’s earpieces again then commands more than asks, “You’re going to be a good boy for Sir, right?”

“Yes.” Dick says immediately.

Slade takes off his earphones first and there’s a rush of noise.  Echoes of voices in a large room.

He didn’t realize there were this many people.  It sounds like at least a hundred.  Then he hears a chuckle all too familiar before Slade takes his blindfold off and he blinks blurrily in the bright fluorescent light hanging over him.  Slade puts a mask on him, similar to the one he used as Nightwing but didn’t hide his eyes, just outlined them.  His eyes wandered to see that it was him.

“Two-face!” He gasps without thinking.

His legs instantly tenses to close but of course they’re being held open by the straps.

He turns to look at Slade wide eyed and panicky.  

Slade gives away no expression on his face as he watches Dick expectantly.

“Look at me.” Harvey commands.  And when Dick doesn’t look right away, still pleading with his eyes at Slade, Harvey grabs his jaw and turns him toward him.  

Dick tried not to but he couldn’t help glaring, “Oh, he’s mad.  Didn’t your Master tell you to play nice?”

He took a shuddering breath and nodded, “Yes…” he whispered.