@rcliicta asked: ✦ 43 — “Stop saying you’re bad for me. Let me decide what’s good for me.” - lorayne to harvey

       The  fingers  on  his  left  hand  twitched,  and  he  had  to  focus  on  quelling  Harv's  reaction.  Neither  of  them  wanted  to  let  her  go,  selfishly  they  happened  to  enjoy  her  company  and  not  just  for  what  they  liked  to  call  the  learning  curve.  She  was  smart,  had  a  sass  to  her  that  prickled  them  in  the  best  way.  But  he  was  going  to  get  her  killed,  or  worse.  Both  hands  clenched,  feeling  the  muted  sensation  as  the  marred  flesh  pulled. 

“Dolly,  we're  just  sayin'  that  maybe  you  should  visit  your  mother  in  Spain.'  Because  Roman  was  getting  uppity,  and  the  Joker  had  been  quiet  for  well  over  a  month.  ”You  can  call  us  when  you  get  there  so  we  can  say  hi  to  the  princessa.'

       Not  because  he  wanted  to  see  her  gone.  But  because  he  already  knew  when  shit  hit  the  fan  he'd  be  just  as  dangerous  to  be  around  with  the  temper  flaring  and  being  pressed  on  all  sides.  It  was  kinder  to  send  her  packing  now  with  some  worn  out  line  than  choke  slamming  her  into  the  back  seat  of  the  car  and  having  Brian  take  her  to  the  airport  after.  Violence  was  simmering,  slowly  seeping  into  the  brickwork  and  driving  them  all  stir  crazy.

       And  when  he  got  that  kind  of  crazy  the  people  nearest  got  hurt.  The  boys  were  insured,  though  that  was  normally  for  outside  opponents.  She,  however,  would  take  a  broken  bone  with  all  the  grace  of  a  typhoon  crashing  in  from  the  harbour.  So  why  not  save  the  three  of  them  that  particular  trouble,  catching  the  movement  of  his  left  hand  just  as  it  gripped  her  chin. 

"We  are  bad  for  you,  but  right  now  we're  talkin'  ‘bout  the  powder  keg  settin’  up  to  blow.'

     No one appreciated the stress of having a crew. It wasn't keeping them in line, or feeding them. It was the fact when you wanted a bit of alone time with your girl they were harder to get rid of than scabies. Especially when they found out it was for Ms. Santos, all of the sudden they had great ideas, were just trying to help. It was enough to drive him actually insane.

     But between Brian's quiet help, and Terry's ear cuffing when that didn't work, Harvey had managed to clear out the lot of them. Now it was just a question of when she'd be coming back from Metropolis. There'd been some case that had needed her, some pitiful schmuck that had gotten himself locked up on supposed "bogus charges". If he were a lesser man he'd have thrown a fit, but what kind of man did that on Valentine's Day?

     So instead he waited, they waited, cleaning his guns meticulously to keep his hands busy. Dinner was on standby, from her favourite restaurant, Harvey had persuaded the chef to take a day off. His office looked like some victorianesque castle, dim lit with vases of flowers lining the walls. And his desk had been cleared, to make room for the plates, currently covered in a cloth that kept gun oil from getting onto the wood.

Why ain't she here, yet?

"Work, it's not like we're expecting her anytime soon.'

It's too fuckin' quiet, maybe we should go get her a stuffed animal.

"Having one delivered later, it's getting a makeover first.'

     The problem with people nowadays was they had no taste. So Harvey might have had to beat some into a toymaker in order to get the teddy to look right. Speaking of teddies, his head turned to eye the box set up in the chair that'd been scooted to the corner, and the fur coat hung over the back of the chair. It was going to be a good night. The door rattled as it was slammed shut, Harvey's lips curling as he slid the now reassembled guns aside. Perfect timing.

She looks angry...

     And it looked damned good on her, as did the suit she wore, head canting to get a better angle and less glare from the light bulb. Good enough to eat, which they would do later. Picking up his phone, he sent the green light for the chef to start bringing out plates as he held out an arm after scooting back from the desk.

"Rough day, dolly?' He crooned sympathetically.

@rcliicta's lorayne has been invited to tourney

Sifting through the money in the till, Two Face pulled out stack after stack of twenties. Not quite right, but it would do. The boys needed to be paid, he had things he needed to procure that threat and malice just wouldn't cover. Feeling a prickle at the nape of his neck, his left hand lifted to scratch at the skin.

Something is watching us, mangy two bit- Harvey shushed the voice, forcing his body language to lie. Unconcerned, making two stacks of the cash before placing all of it into two different bags. One for the boys to separate, and one for him. Easy peasy lemon sq-

'It ain't nice to creep up on people.'

Though the words are muttered, he knows who ever it was could hear. Which of the brats was it this time? No snarky one liner, not Nightwing then. No bullet in the shoulder, not the Red Hood. As he began to turn his head he noticed the shadows doing something odd and that confused the both of them. Fingers curling around the butt of his gun he whirled around and aimed almost perfectly.

Not for the right reason, he'd assumed that it was some bat brat in the rafters. And she had definitely come through the skylight much as his boys had done. But she was flying. Bruce was going to be pissed...

'You're a bit bright for Gotham, sweetheart. Might want to try a city over, or further than that. Ever hear of Metropolis?'

@divinityrisen's carol was invited to the garden...

we all know harvey was the golden boy apollo, couldn't miss, heavy hitter, love an arrogant king in perfectly tailored suits.

and big bad harv isn't much better, a slut and slave for the mob aesthetic. harvey didn't really smoke cigars often before The Incident, but after? it's hard to find him not tucking one into the corner of his mouth, taste it on his tongue, smell it on his clothes.

thank the gods he no longer has a PR team or he'd go broke trying to keep them in his employ. drops we / us in conversation, and big bad harv lost his shit the first time one of his men tried to slap a they / them on a profile that was set up for him. has no issue with the genderless spectrum but he's a man okay? none of that pc shit for him thanks

harvey constantly struggling to keep them at least mid lane of pc but big bad harv really out here palming a girl's ass and calling her cute. then being shockedpikachu.png when people attempt to call him out on it. if it wasn't meant to be grabbed god wouldn't have shaped it that way right?

harv not realizing he can't use queer because he does find the whole thing strange that you like men. it's weird that harvey's still panting over bruce but he's dealing with that as best he can. which opens a whole new can of worms as harvey struggles to stop his own mouth from talking because no he isn't, and bruce can just fuck off with his stupidly pretty blue eyes and charming smile he's been over that since college when bruce dropped him like a bad habit.

@rcliicta asked: “was i selfish again? well, i can’t help that” - lorayne to harvey

The right side of his mouth twitched caught between amusement and irritation, a razor thin edged thing that threatened to cut the thread of his temper. But she was wearing his favourite shirt, practically spilling out of it with one button clinging to the implied decency it was meant to enforce. Every breath sent the swell of her breasts peeking between the fabric, each step swept the hem to the side exposing her thighs almost...

'We needed to go to that meetin', Dolly...'

Damned temptress, not a lick of professionalism to be found, witch hazel eye struggling to stay locked on her face. He was absolutely livid on the one hand, but on the other... The left hand was reaching out to wrap around her thigh and squeeze, blood rushing south and leaving him damn near light headed at the expeditious trip.

'And now what? You goin' to keep distractin' us so we don't tan that' very fine, very hand filling, bitable... 'Ass of yours? Might have to work harder now that our tempers up.'

@ncverdie asked: “I’m not going to die today.”  ( cobblepot to harvey )

     An eyebrow rose, gaze flicking towards the window where the muzzle flash of gunfire went off like heat lightning. 

‘We don’t think they agree with you…’

     He wasn’t sure how Oswald had managed to piss off both the cat and the crow, but they’d taken something personally. Very personally, shifting away from the window as a bullet punctured the brick next to it. Between the gun rapport and the crack of the whip, it was a surprise anyone was left in the lounge. 

‘Is that why you called us? We won’t take a bullet for you, you don’t have that kind of green.’