come home
Pairing - Two face x reader after the incident with joker, Harvey thought you wouldn't want ot be with him, so, his best bet was to never see you again. Or that's what he thought
The hospital had called you days ago to say that Harvey Dent had survived. Survived, but they didn’t say how. They didn’t say what the attack had done to him. They didn’t say that the man who had once kissed you goodnight before every court case would wake up believing the world had split in half.
And they definitely didn’t say he would disappear before you ever got to see him.
Everyone in Gotham City knew what Joker had done to the district attorney. Acid. Chaos. Another twisted message carved into the city’s heart. But what they didn’t know was that Harvey hadn’t come home to you. Not once.
The house still looked the same as the morning he left for work, the mug you’d left in the sink, his coat over the chair, the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the bedroom.
At first you thought he was still recovering. Then the days passed, then the nights, and eventually you realized something worse than fear: Harvey wasn’t gone…he was avoiding you.
You searched everywhere. The courthouse. The hospital. Old offices. Places he used to go when he needed to think. You even asked people who used to work with him, but every answer was the same quiet shake of the head.
Until someone whispered a name you had hoped you’d never hear again.
Two-Face
The warehouse was cold and dim, the only light spilling in through broken windows. Your footsteps echoed too loudly as you stepped inside, heart hammering in your chest.
“Harvey?” you called softly.
For a moment there was nothing but silence, then a voice answered from the shadows. “You shouldn’t be here.”
The voice was his. But it sounded… rougher. Lower. Like the words had been dragged through broken glass before leaving his throat. You followed the sound and your breath caught when you finally saw him.
He stood half-hidden in the darkness, trench coat hanging loosely from his shoulders. One side of his face still wrapped in the last of the bandages, the other visible in the pale light.
Your Harvey, your husband.
He didn’t look at you directly. “You need to leave,” he muttered. You took a slow step forward. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
“That was your first mistake.” Another step. He turned slightly away, like even that small movement cost him something. “Don’t come closer.” Your voice shook. “Why?”
He laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “You really don’t know?”
His fingers reached up and slowly pulled the final bandage away, the cloth fell to the floor and the damage Joker had done was finally visible.
One side of Harvey’s face was still the man you married, handsome, strong, familiar. The other side was horribly scarred, the skin twisted and burned, the eye sharp and raw like something dragged out of a nightmare.
He kept his gaze on the ground. “Go ahead,” he muttered. “Scream. Run. That’s usually the part where people do that.”
But you didn’t move, instead you walked forward, slowly, carefully. Until you were standing right in front of him. Harvey flinched like he expected you to strike him.
Instead your hands reached up and gently held his face, both sides of it.
His entire body went rigid. “Don’t,” he whispered harshly. “Don’t lie to me.” a soft smile played on your lips “I’m not lying.”
“You should hate this.” His voice cracked slightly. “You should hate me.”
Your thumb brushed softly across the scarred side of his cheek, completely ignoring the way he tensed.
“Harvey,” you said quietly, “I married you. Not your face.” His breath hitched. “You don’t understand,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not the same man anymore.” “Maybe not,” you admitted softly. That seemed to confirm his worst fears because he started pulling away.
But you held him tighter. “But you’re still my husband.” The words stopped him completely.
“You disappeared,” you continued, voice trembling now. “Do you know what that did to me? I thought you were dead. I thought Joker took you from me forever.” Harvey swallowed hard. “I didn’t come back because I thought you’d look at me and see a monster.”
Your hands slid down to grip the front of his coat. “Harvey Dent,” you said firmly, “look at me.”
Slowly, hesitantly, his eyes lifted to meet yours.
And what he saw there wasn’t fear, it wasn’t disgust, it was love. Pure and stubborn and unwavering. “You are not a monster,” you whispered. “You are the man who makes terrible coffee every morning and forgets where he puts his keys. You’re the man who stays up all night preparing court cases because you care about this city too much. You’re the man who kissed me under the courthouse steps on our wedding day.”
His breathing became uneven.
“And I love all of you,” you finished softly. “Even the parts that got hurt.” For a moment Harvey didn’t say anything, then his shoulders started shaking.
It was subtle at first, like he was trying to hide it. But you realized quickly that the once-unbreakable district attorney was crying.
You pulled him into your arms without hesitation. He resisted for exactly one second, then he collapsed against you like he’d been holding himself together by sheer will alone.
“I thought I lost you,” he murmured weakly into your shoulder. “You didn’t,” you whispered, holding him tighter. “And you never will.”
After a long silence, his voice came again, small and uncertain. “…You still want me to come home?”
You pulled back just enough to press a soft kiss against the unscarred side of his face… and then another against the scarred one.
“Of course I do,” you said gently.
For the first time since the attack, Harvey Dent allowed himself to believe it might be true.
And slowly, hesitantly, he took your hand, ready to go home.
