#knightlaws

Bullock: You're my partner, and I like to think I know you pretty well... plus you butt-dialed me last night.

[ Jim: You're under arrest, Mr. Dent. Hands behind your back. I'm gonna have to frisk you. ]

[ Harvey: Careful, you might find dangerous items down my pants. ]

[ Jim: That's- holy shit, you're going to need a permit for that. ]

[ Harvey: I thought you could handle guns, Detective Gordon. ]

Sometimes the nights feel LONG. He watches the MASSES enter his DOMAIN without even knowing the dangers that lie UNDERNEATH it. Or perhaps they do. Perhaps he WOULD, if this was STILL his domain-- if TWO-FACE was still a name to be FEARED.  It’s just Harvey now. The facade of a White Knight and Dark Knight ripped from his flesh. It’s GREY now. The once-attorney/once-mobster hangs somewhere in the mix.

His fingers dance along the ivory keys. It’s a TUNE he probably once sat and PRACTICED until it became muscle memory ; so much so, where he’s ABLE to turn his attention to the DETECTIVE stepping through his DOOR without missing a beat. Even though he’s keeping TIME, his heart races FAR past what his fingers could KEEP up with. Harvey hasn’t had a drink tonight. And lord KNOWS it’s been at least four months since he’s HAD a hit. He had Jim to thank for that. Getting off the drugs was a GOOD idea anyways. Harvey hasn’t FELT so sure about anything in years.

Harvey is well-aware-- perhaps TOO much so that Jim isn’t INVINCIBLE. His armor can be PIERCED just like everyone else’s. It’s why he always TRIES to remind his lover to ‘be careful’ before work EVERY morning, without fail. It’s their goodbye. It’s his way of trying to make a PATTERN last ; he’s SEEN too many examples of how the city can RIP apart and tear even the best of men and women. 

First came the call from BRUCE WAYNE, warning him about what transpired. And then the gap from his downtown apartment to the warehouse is BLURRY. He thinks he MIGHT’VE called Bullock, maybe also the hospital. It all becomes so minuscule when he finally lays eyes on him. The bodies go ignored-- the BLOOD and stench of death as well. He runs through the wreckage, UNAFFECTED by the battle that went on.

Dropping to his knees, Harvey gently cradle’s Jim’s head in his hands. Nothing is as sweet as seeing those eyes open-- HEARING the voice of the one he loves so much. There’s a golden  RELIEF that comes from KNOWING he wasn’t LOST. 

He’s SMOOTHING down the front of his tux-- for the 18th time in the last two minutes. Everything’s SET. Everything’s READY. It’s out of his hands NOW. All that’s LEFT to do is wait ; and that’s the WORST of it. At least the sleepless NIGHT before, he had Jim in his arms. NOW, he has nothing but air between TREMBLING palms. Harvey’s NERVOUS-- in a GOOD way. The EXCITEMENT of the unknown takes place of the FEAR. 

         “ It’s time. You ready? They’re just around the CORNER. ”

More than ANYTHING, he’s ready to lay eyes on his GROOM. Harvey follows his best man SILENTLY through the halls.His mind traces back to their first KISS, their first night spent together, their first ‘i love you’. 

Yet none of it even comes CLOSE to seeing HIM, now. Eyes FILL to the brim with a JOY he didn’t know he HAD as he APPROACHES his HEART dressed in WHITE.. Jim’s a MAGNET, drawing him closer and closer-- but that’s NOTHING NEW. His hand covers his mouth to CLOSE the gaping HOLE his mouth has made. The FREE hand motions to... ALL of his groom. 

It’s NOT real. At some point, he’s EXPECTING to pinch himself and WAKE up from this dream he NEVER wants to leave ; it’s too GOOD for someone like him. Fairytales DON’T exist in Gotham-- Harvey’s VERY well aware of that FACT. So why is he GETTING to live out his OWN? It’s UNFAIR. And yet, he doesn’t CARE how unjust his LITTLE world is. Harvey’s never been HAPPIER. A gentle chuckle parts his lips UPON Jim’s body colliding with HIS. 

                   “ You WOULD’VE made it. Somehow. ” 

The first sentence is said in the CONFIDENCE that his soon-to-be husband could get through ANYTHING. The second is softer, DISTANT. It wouldn’t be EASY. None of it was. It won’t always be so BLISSFUL, either. Harvey KNOWS this. And yet, everything can be STRIPPED away from him : his reputation, his career, even his FACE. AS long as Jim was BY his side. He’d be OKAY. He’d be ALRIGHT. Jim’s legs are swept over his OWN, pulling him CLOSER, as if any space between was FORBIDDEN.

she doesn’t know exactly what to call it , but the closest she can come to an accurate definition is DREAD . the cold tickling at base of spine ; maybe it’s been there since the very beginning , but it’s only NOW , fingers running carefully over the seams & & crevices of the gun in her hand does she know what it means . ( maybe , finally , an ending ) .

everything about this feels wrong ; foe has become friend , the dead are rising , the undead are gathering , it doesn’t make sense . except , it sort of does . she always knew she’d have to GO BACK one day . she just didn’t think it would be under the guidance of the RED QUEEN . it spells disaster . but then again , isn’t that her specialty ?