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It was stressful and just as hurtful, but you couldn't do anything to ease it.

But after weeks of trying to get some bonding time- any type of time with your lover, you finally had. It may be in a setting not suitable for any heart to heart conversation, but it was a setting you'd hope Harvey would allow himself to settle into - you're sure he would, considering all he ever was really familiar with were guns, drinks, drugs..whatever he may get into as Two-Face.

Two-Face, an anomaly that had taken your heart and even your freedom too.

The satin of the pearl, strapped open back mini dress, a glittering black, hugged your figure tight, the flashy lights bringing the material to life while you sipped on your drink; Harvey had gotten it for you as a birthday gift last year, and yet this was your first time wearing it.

Nothing but nervousness filled you at every passing second - where was he? Had something come up last minute again? Was he okay?

Or did he just not find pleasure in your company anymore.

Your lashes fluttered while you bit the inside of your cheek, swallowing the storm of emotions brewing as you grabbed your purse - stupid for you to think Harvey cared about you enough to come.

Just as you reached for your wallet, a hand slid down your back and rested on the low of it. Tensing, you turned around prepared to slap your purse or flee but quickly stopped. Familiar brown and red eyes gazed into your own, and you were faced with the planes of Harvey, and his scarred face.

"Sorry I.." Harvey started, his tone rather apologetic, "I had a run in, I tried to get here as fast as I could."

Though, that tone quickly changed when a rough laugh left Harvey yet again, "Oh please, you know you tried to stall as much as you could. Wanted to see if your doll would indulge in another man." The other side spoke with nothing but malice.

You frowned, though Harvey's good side quickly had a wide eye, "What? No! No I- shit.." He sighed, "No, baby. I would never think of you that way, wouldn't even dream of it," he murmured as he leaned in and softly kissed your cheek.

Hesitation was obvious on your features but you knew it can't be helped; Harvey didn't ask to be this way.

"..It's okay," you spoke softly, "I'm just glad you're here."

Harvey nodded, taking a seat next to you by the bar before looking you up and down openly, "You're wearing the dress I bought," he was clearly in awe, "you make it look even more beautiful."

A smile graced your lips, eyes softening, "Thanks Harv."

He chuckled softly, "Of course." He glanced at the bartender, "Um..can I get Glenlivet 18? On the rocks." He turned to you, "You want another?" He questioned, and you nodded, your done nails tapping against the surface of the bar, "Yeah, I'll take a glass of '42 please."

The bartender noted, proceeding to make the drinks while Harvey hummed, "What'd you do to today?" He asked - he knew he hadn't been seeing you much, and he felt horrible about it. He loved you, he really did but he'd gone down a path that he couldn't exactly just not stop paying attention to.

You thought about it, before answering, "Just..regular paperwork at the office. Nothing special."

Harvey nodded, before the other side quickly snickered, "Pathetic. I'm sure it's all you're capable of anyway."

That flash of hurt in your eyes didn't go unnoticed as Harvey grunted, "Fuck- no, no that's not true." He weakly saved, and you couldn't help how bad you felt; he was trying, you knew he was and even if it was hard to hear words like that, you knew it wasn't Harvey.

"Harv, it's fine," You reassured while the clink of your drinks being placed by your guys' hand echoed slightly, "you don't have to apologize. I know it's not you, and that it's not easy either."

Harvey only looked away, the guilt palpable, "You..shouldn't have to deal with this, with me." He muttered, his tone bitter. It made your heart hurt, and you moved to grasp his hand, "Don't say that. I love you, scars and..and issues and all."

He looked at you, the gaze in his good eye pitiful, "Even with who I am? Are you proud to be Two-Face's wife?" He asked, subtle scorn.

You paused, not wanting to come off as reluctant as you spoke, "..I'm proud to be Harvey Dent's wife." You answered gently.

Harvey gave you silence in return, processing the sentence before he sighed deeply, "I don't know what I'd do without you..maybe I'd run myself into a ditch."

This made you giggle a little, "Oh come on." You nudged his shoulder, and he smiled weakly, grasping his glass and taking a swig, "Let's forget about that then, hm? Just us and..drinks."

Taking ahold of your own drink, you nodded, "sounds like a plan babe."

With that agreement, you two flowed into an easy wave of conversations that you both hadn't had in months - it was a breath of fresh air with every laugh either of you took out of eachother, every experience you two spoke of, and every new thing you planned to do.

It felt liberating, especially with the lack of outbursts that'd go on throughout the time you two spent downing drinks and enjoying each other's presence.

It felt like you had your husband back again.

Four shots down for the both of you, and things were starting to float. You two were definitely loose now, considering you guys hadn't been drinking anything light.

Harvey was fairly dizzy, and he grasped your wrist carefully, "You know we haven't, had it this easy in sooo..long." He slurred a little, and it only made your alcohol riddle mind cheer, "Mm, yeah?" You giggled, "We should go somewhere, make things even easier."

This made the man before you grin wildly, "Perfect, let's get outta 'ere..Penguin's ha'n't ever been gozy.." The c in cozy came out a bit disoriented, but neither of you cared.

Rushed and stumbled movements made it to the ride Harvey had come in, driven by one of his men while you two ushered into the backseat.

Harvey was holding you tight to him by the waist, a slurred laugh, "Gonna have so much fun together," He managed in a broken sentence, and you hummed, "Mhm! Gonna be fun."

You couldn't help it, your swimming mind was focused on something else. A cheeky hand moved to unbutton Harvey's pants, and just as you reached in, his hand snatched your wrist, "Ah, ah," came the voice of the other side, "..be patient naughty girl." It hissed.

It made something in you sink, but what did you know drunk off your mind?

"Hm, 'm not haughty," You frowned, mistaking the two identical words. The other side chuckled deeply, something that made your stomach stir with heat while he tutted, "Naughty. I said naughty. You're not naughty, are you?"

You batted your eyes at him, and shook your head, "No. I'm not naughty."

The other side nodded, "Just what I thought. Behave." He ordered, letting go of your wrist.

The car ride continued on in silence, though glances were exchanged between you and Harvey, the tension increasing in the vehicle with every moment - it was suffocating.

After ages of the two of you growing more impatient and more tempted to have at it right in the car, the sound of tires screeching against pavement sounded. Your eyes flitted outside the window to the sight of the mansion you and Harvey lived in together.

Money pays, whether it's from blood or sweat.

It was like watching two animals fight for the finish when you two scrambled out of the car without a word and ran to the front door.

Once the lock clicked into place, Harvey had smashed his lips right into yours and wrapped his arms around your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass and making you squeak out a sound, your arms flying to wrap around his neck.

It was animalistic the way you two moved towards the stairs, eating at each other's face with prominent groans and moans from both of your mouths.

Teeth, tongue and gasps made the heavy makeout while Harvey guided you to the stairs, albeit the stumbles and close falls every few steps. The electricity in every touch only amplified every emotion in you, making you even needier for the man.

Harvey fumbled with the handle to your guys' room before he opened it, shoving the door open and closing it just as fast while guiding you back to the king sized bed behind you. He shoved you onto it, ridding himself of every article of clothing he wore, kicking his shoes off and leaving his boxers on, the tent evident.

You could've whined - he was teasing you and you knew it.

Though that thought quickly evaporated when Harvey unzipped your dress with trembling hands, the high off the liquor only boosting whatever adrenaline he'd had prior before he practically tore your dress of and threw it somewhere.

"You're gorgeous baby," Harvey rasped, his tone shaky from how badly he needed you, his hands kissing at your cleavage and massaging your hips before he grasped your ass again, toying with your panties, "never seen anything as pretty as you. Never will."

You moaned when you felt Harvey move your bra with his teeth, latching onto a nipple and licking at the bud. You clenched your thighs, a shaky exhale.

Everything was suddenly much more amplified, every touch much stronger than it usually was.

He worked quick fast, rushed as he yanked your panties off, opting to keep your bra on while he continued to feel along your body.

It was a spiral of colours, the feelings you got with Harvey - even if those times were limited often.

Harvey grabbed his cock out of his boxers, guiding it to your needy cunt, "We..we should really.." he tried to say, but you shook your head, "No, just- just put it in..please. Can't take it, much l-longer." You croaked out, and Harvey growled; you were going to fucking kill him.

Pressing the reddened tip to your folds, he slid it up and down before he carefully began pushing into the ring of muscles, eliciting a disoriented whine from you as Harvey continued to slide into you, making you feel every single part of this long cock.

"H-harv!" You whimpered, and his hand grasped the back of your neck, "Got it in baby, almost got it."

With closed eyes, Harvey made one fierce movement to bottom out in you, making you sob out.

Panting heavily and giving you time to adjust while maintaining his own semblance of control, he hummed, "Dear God.."

That's when a grunt sounded, and the grip on the back of your neck grew harsh, "Nh- hey!" You pouted a little, and that's when the sultry yet dark tone of the other side spoke, "Treatin' you like a princess ain't gonna cut it," he muttered, "a little slut like you needs to really feel it."

You could tell it wasn't Harvey, you could settle for Big Bad Harv immaturely, but you simply thought of it as the other side.

No name - evil like such wasn't deserving of a name.

Before you knew it, the other side's arm was planted firmly against you while the other hand was still grasping the back of your neck in a tight grip, before he forced you to look down at Harvey's intruding cock, nestled deep inside.

He then, began thrusting in harsh, deep strokes, "Watch right there," he demanded, "watch as I stretch this greedy pussy'a yours wide open."

Loud, startled moans left you in high notes as Harvey pounded into every single nerve you had, making your legs shake profusely and tears rapidly collect at the corners of your eyes.

This wasn't Harvey, not the good man you knew but the alcohol in you didn't care.

It craved that fantasy you kept hidden for the alcohol to unravel - the desire to see not how Harvey did you, but the bad side of him.

The side that had Gotham cowering, the side that wasn't reasonable, wasn't playing in the name of justice and instead speaking for the devil's game.

You wanted the roughness the side that couldn't love could offer you, something your sweet Harvey couldn't.

Wet slaps were one of the many sounds gathering in a symphony of erotic sounds as Harvey kept on pistoning into you, and that oh so pitiful voice came through, "F-fuck! I'm, I'm sorry I just.." his voice grew strained because despite his apologies, he was getting off on this, and the liquor made every single thing rational.

He held onto your thighs, pushing them back to your chest and suddenly - the head of his cock was kissing your cervix.

A silent scream, or maybe a scream did leave; you couldn't tell anymore because all your mind swam with was the feeling of Harvey's cock stretching you open and making you feel a rush you didn't know was possible.

Harvey heaved, sweat coating his face while he desperately tried to war with himself. He was being too rough, maybe he should-

No.

Scrunching his eyes, he quickened and put all his effort once he felt the heat began to tighten in his groin, "'M sorry baby.I really am b..but, fuck..you feel s-so fuc'in- good!" He hoarsed, slamming into you with a force that had you arching your back.

You were going in and out of reality, too brainfucked and intoxicated to really fathom anything but the ecstasy - until a tight slap was delivered to your face, making you gasp and your eyes flutter open in surprise.

The other side clearly wasn't intoxicated - an immunity that served as a blessing and a curse to you, "Don't fuckin' listen to that. You're a whore, I mean who's pussy get's wet when they're getting split open like a toy? That's right, you." He practically snarled, delivering a hard slap to your ass and making you whine.

"Open that filthy mouth," He demanded, and you obliged pathetically. He grabbed your jaw with the hand behind your neck, keeping you open and spitting right into your mouth, "Swallow. Come on, sluts listen and take whatever, don't they?"

Moaning with delirious pleasure in every thrum of your body, you swallowed and fuck, you liked it.

You hated how you only got wetter, making the way Harvey slid in so much easier, so much more quicker to hit your every crevice.

The other side leaned in close to your face, his breath on yours, "Come on. Who's fuckin' whore are ya? Tell me with that mouth of yours, drooling and taking my spit like a cocksleeve," He demanded, "Huh? Say it."

And your mushed brain couldn't miss the chance, "I-I'm your whore!" You parroted, and the other side grinned, "Yeah? Is this tight pussy enjoying what it deserves?" He rasped, and you nodded rapidly, "Uh huh! D..deserves it so bad!" You slurred, drool collecting at the corner of your mouth as your eyes grew half lidded.

The heat in your stomach began to expand and push downwards at the base of your spine, "C-cumming!" You wailed, and just at the last second, Harvey snapped right back, "That's it baby," he cooed through his own drunken tone, "cum for me. Don't cum for anybody else."

With one forceful thrust, you both were coming simultaneously, groans and moans a flurry mix as he came right inside you, filling you to the brim.

You were spent, your consciousness threatening to leave you while Harvey laid on top of you, though he was weary of not crushing you even in his abbreviated state.

Harvey trailed lazy kisses along your cleavage, "Love you.." He murmured, and you could only hum.

Because now, all you could imagine was how you'd love to do it again - but only after the hangover in the morning faded.

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you froze again.

this time, you knew why he’d growled such an expletive.

you were used to close proximity with Bruce. used to the warmth of his breath against the back of your neck, used to the unyielding solidity of the broad expanse of his chest when it pressed against your shoulder blades. he’d shielded your body with his own many times. he’d jammed you into tight spaces, helped you disappear under the darkness of his cape when stealth was required for a mission. it was all very familiar.

except for the thick, hard ridge jutting out from his groin that pressed oh-so insistently against the globes of your ass.

even with the spandex of your suit and his, the bulge probed between your cheeks, a hard, twitching testament to your squirming on top of him.

you react in what seems like slow motion; too dumbfounded to move too fast, and ease your weight off of his lap, only to feel one strong, gloved hand clap against the flare of your hip and bring you back down. harder. more flush. your thighs part just enough, so you’re fully perched atop the warm, raging hardon contained behind that tight scrap of fabric.

“Bruce—“ it was a breathy gasp, a nervous one. you swore with the way he pushed you down on him and how his sex strained that his cock would tear straight through both suits. the thought of his cock, freed and sinking into your slick warmth, sent a shameful surge of lust pooling between your hips, darkening your suit’s crotch in a telltale patch of wetness.

“I told you not to move.” Bruce said, matter of factly. but his baritone was more gravelly than normal. huskier. he inhaled sharply when he felt your arousal seep through your spandex and soak his bulge, his other hand finding the same dip in your hip on the opposite side and pushing you down harder with a swallowed grunt of approval, grinding you down against it with quick, precise movements and heavy-handed force. “All you needed to do was stop wriggling around.” he continued, his voice deceptively quiet, but not at all calm.

you couldn’t move now, not even if you wanted to. not with Bruce gripping your hips this tightly, rubbing your core against his lap like you were just some toy to be manipulated and played with. your knees bent inwards towards each other, your toes curling in your boots each time you felt the scrape of wrinkled fabric against your sensitive, swelling clit. you couldn’t help but pant a bit, let out a whine here and there, flustered by the friction. “I didn’t know you were— I mean, I didn’t know it would make you…”

“Hard?” Bruce growled out the word you couldn’t dare bring yourself to say, jutting his hips upward in a sharp jackknife as if to add emphasis to it, to force you to feel what you did to him. “It did and I am.”

your heart jumped into your throat as you felt the shape of his cock. every bulging vein. the angry, swollen crown as it fought against the taut, now-damp fabric prison. both of your hands flee to grasp the dashboard directly in front of you for stability, your mind racing with a thousand things you could’ve said to Bruce in that moment, but only one question actually made it to your lips. and it did so in a tiny, almost timid whimper, “What do we do about it…?”

Bruce didn’t answer right away, but the pace he’d set didn’t even stutter, dragging you against his straining cock relentlessly. his thumbs ground in against your lower back, coaxing it to arch, while his fingers curled around to push against your lower belly, guiding you back and forth. “Don’t need you to do anything.” he muttered, fully focused on using his sidekick to get himself off. he was reclining into the seat, his eyes too dark behind the cowl for you to see even when you glanced over one shoulder to see what his expression could tell you ( which wasn’t much )— pupils blown out with lust, jaw stitched tight, teeth bared. heavy, ragged breaths claw their way out from his flared nostrils and strangled sounds of pure, masculine pleasure ooze from his taut lips. “Just have to get off.”

he made it sound like work.

like him grinding a desperate cock against your clothed cunt was just another duty. you bit down harshly on your lower lip, your eyes locking on to his, and for a moment, he just holds the contact. it almost felt… erotic. until he barked out. “Keep your eyes on the target, Robin.”

the target.

the stakeout.

right.

you’d forgotten why you’d ended up bouncing on your mentor’s lap like a needy slut in the first place.

your head whipped around, eyes snapping up to the darkened windows again, and you tried to zero in on the details. the chipped window pane, the steam rising from the midnight rain around the fire escape, the way the side of the building sparkled like diamonds when it was wet.

but it was hard to focus on anything other than the panting, grunting dark knight beneath you. his hands adjusted themselves, sliding around your back to envelop your ass, squeezing handfuls through your suit as he swore to himself. you could feel his stare on your heart-shaped derrière as it rubbed and bumped where he needed it the most, and it made your fingers tighten on the dash.

your sex was rubbed raw and sensitive, your folds swallowing spandex to create an even tighter pull with each drag against his cock. you didn’t even need to feel him directly, the friction and shape of his cluster as it grinded into your core was enough to have your cunt pulsing and clenching on nothing. you wanted to curse. to expel some obscene swear, or to claw a chunk out of the Batmobile’s dash. either would’ve gotten you a stern talking to from Bruce back at the Batcave, so you pursed your lips, opting for whines and mewls of pleasure. he may not have been actively trying to make you cum, too, but the stimulation did it anyways.

a few more, tense moments of ruthless grinding, and Bruce stifled a satisfied groan behind his teeth. you were already satiated, your thighs sticky and the crotch of your suit soaked by the time he unraveled. you felt a new warmth blooming in the juncture of both of your bodies. that warmth came from Bruce. his release, as it drenched his own groin and transferred to yours. your hot cheeks burned even more fiercely at the realization that your suit would smell like him. particularly, the wet crotch of your suit would smell like his jizz. it should’ve been embarrassing. no, humiliating.

it wasn’t.

it was exciting.

Bruce’s grip loosened on your ass. but instead of letting go, he used the leverage to boost you off of his lap and back into the passenger seat with little effort as he found a steady tempo for his breathing again. “See anything?” he asked, looking towards the apartment again.

you looked up at him from your awkward, crumbled angle. one knee up by your cheek, the other leg outstretched in front of you, and you blinked once. twice. thrice. incredulous at his ability to go straight back to business after… whatever that just was. “Uh… no… nothing.” you replied, climbing around in the seat to get yourself upright. you cringed at just how messy the groin of your suit was. sticky and reeking of sex and release, you could only hope it wouldn’t be crusted over by the time you got back to the mansion.

your eyes traced the shape of Bruce. the hard angles of his dark suit, the sharp spikes and thick armors. the way his muscles bulged out, particularly in the chest and abs. finally, your eyes slid lower. to his lap. it, too, was darker than the rest of the fabric, smelled like a cocktail of yours and his, and was probably just as uncomfortably sticky to marinate in. only, he didn’t seem to even notice. or he was purposefully avoiding your gaze for that very reason.

“Bruce…”

“What?”

his tone said it without having to form the exact words. leave it alone. don’t ever bring this up again. but you couldn’t help yourself. “Are you going to fuck me?” it was a genuine question, one that you blurted out before you could think it all the way through, and once it hung in the tense atmosphere around you, you felt like shrinking away from it. from him.

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