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shorthaltsjester · 10 months

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sometimes people will say “going dark” and then what they’re actually talking about is just people no longer presenting a carefully constructed version of their emotions and experiences.

like. emotional turmoil is not the same as darkness. laudna in this Fictional Universe that has tangibly different stakes wrt to death and killing than our own, is at best like . morally neutral for what she just did like. man has been secretly trying to kill you, and then just tried to do so again, killing him back is a fair choice. and even if i was someone who is excited by delilah’s inability to escape from the narrative, this shit isn’t about delilah. laudna made a choice. if delilah is back or whatever it’s a choice that laudna made because something in that grants her more control than her existing conditions did. this isn’t some Delilah Takes Over, it’s Laudna Expressly Makes The Choice To Call Forth Something within Herself to remedy the lack of control that’s been thrust upon her. if y’all want to Continue to limit Laudna’s agency (as the cr fandom is so, so want to do when a female character makes a choice that isn’t Good according to some weird system of virtue ethics) go ahead.

likewise with orym. little guy is not “going dark” because he has finally made direct action about his emotional turmoil in dealing with a situation which has similarly left him without control and has also placed him in a position where his stalwart conviction towards protecting and honouring those he loves and has lost alike is constantly met with other people he cares for going well.. what if they had a point/we are killing other peoples loved ones/etc. which like . yeah that might be frustrating and in fact might lead him to go, actually, i can’t afford to try and maintain some abject morality where I carry a locket that will literally only provide guilt. orym is completely committed to his beliefs, the locket and what it represents has never been a limit to what he will do, only a reminder of the consequences of what he might cause in those actions. but they Are at war and orym has a billion things on his plate. he can put down the locket. especially when bor’dor is the explicit manifestation of that locket’s symbolism. the subtext rapidly became the text and orym doesn’t need a reminder. it’s there in the fact that team issylra is walking away with two friends, not three.

these are character who have at every turn denied their own emotions in various forms while still being acutely aware of what they deny, whether that awareness was/is fully realized or not. many of laudna’s early convos with ashton show us that there is some awareness to the lighthearted spooky goth girl and how that persona fades when she thinks too much about what has led her and maintained that reality. likewise the entirety of orym’s story thus far is defined by his grief in a very literal sense, it Has extended from that grief to also the commitment he had to the purpose of figuring out the assassination attempt on keyleth but as we have seen, that purpose has fallen apart. paired with the quasi-reopening of his grief that was getting to see will again only to have to turn away, i don’t think there’s a lack of awareness in orym of how much he hurts. but between his actions and 4SD, that hurt tends to get buried under guilt or Responsibility.

and now, finally, both of them have admitted to that Not in the safety of small introspection or one-on-one conversations but with actions that they cannot shy away from or deny. laudna killed bor’dor and orym encouraged her to. and it Is a complex situation but truly I don’t really think it’s a “going dark” one. because they’re not giving into some overhanging Darkness of Morality™, they’re admitting that they are hurt and have long been hurting.

or, y’know, tldr for those who continue to deny laudna and orym agency or fully villainise them for whatever weird reasons . you could listen to laudna and ashton’s conversation that pretty much lays it out explicitly. laudna claims she’s weak for having chosen to kill bor’dor. ashton denies that and affirms instead that, no, she’s hurt.

#critical role #cr spoilers #laudna #orym #team issylra #maybe it’s because a lot of these people r also the people who have no literacy wrt religious and philosophical complexity #that Screams bad experience that hasn’t been reckoned with but. the Big part of healing is that. a lot of the time #especially with Trauma. the mess is gonna come before the pretty little bow does #like noah fence but . this is The Most interesting laudna and orym have been to me this far and it’s not because they’re Darker #it’s because they’re being more true to themselves #maybe this is nitpicky I Don’t Care #me watching c1 as vex admits that she still feels like a burden and Heavily considers being treeified for sondor. ‘is this vex Going Dark?’#as an imogen Lover . let’s be real and admit the only Genuine going dark risk is her at this point in the campaign #because like. i truly don’t see anyone else making the Choice to do absolutely fucked up selfish things #and imogen considers doing that shit like . once every two eps At Least (affectionate but eyes wide about it)#anyway. reunion will be very interesting with an orym and laudna who are shedding pieces of what maintains their like Group Role #bells hells #critical role spoilers #cr3 #cr campaign 3 #bell’s hells #my posts

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ziracona · 1 year

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[[ Follow up to this which is read first if you want it to make sense. But yeah I am fascinated by and love Harvey Dent and I wanted to write exploration stuff between the personalities. But in classic comic-book style I’ll give a recap in case you don’t: Harvey, Batman, and Catwoman are fighting a villain with mental powers who poses a dire threat to all of them, and were transported to/trapped on a mind plane, where they are trying to beat the big bad and get out. Once in a thought area, every Harvey alter got their own body, so he is split into three adult men (Harvey, Two-Fave/Harv, and Judge) and a child. After being separated from Batman and Catwoman, Judge realized this was a great chance to get rid of the ‘bad’ parts of Harvey, and tried to kill Big Bad Harv/Two-Face, resulting in a three way fight Harvey got injured pretty badly in. Now, he and Two-Face have split off and are attempting to evade Judge. [[Segment here begins with a childhood flashback]]

“Come on, stop crying! Let’s see how bad it is.”

His eyes were shut tight, but Harvey made himself slowly open them and look blearily at the arm in the dim attic, the only light seeping in past the cracks in the little trapdoor at the far end of the attic from the room below.

“Is it broken?” he asked Harv in a whisper.

“I don’t know. Move it,” growled the voice in his head, intent. He did so, slowly, wincing. All he could make out were the bruises and the swelling, the way it was the wrong shape. It hurt so much, all up and down the forearm. He couldn’t take the feeling anymore and went back to cradling it against his chest.

“I’ll kill him!” shouted Harv.

“No, don’t,” pleaded Harvey, starting to cry again, “you’ll make him mad.”

“He can’t be mad if he’s dead!” snapped Harv, pacing inside him like a caged lion at a zoo, itching to get out.

There was a deafening pounding against the trapdoor then, shaking the box Harvey had dragged on top to try and barricade it shut.

Harvey flinched and held his breath, trying not to be heard, and curled in on himself, shaking.

“He found us; he found us!”

He heard his father shout. The door jerked open for a second, and he could see the top half of his father’s face through the crack between the floor and the door, his furious eyes glowing, backlit in the dark.

Their eyes met.

He saw me!

Harvey cried out and crawled backwards until he hit the wall, consumed by the pounding against the door and his father’s shouts.

He’s going to kill me!

“Go! Get out of here!” shouted Harv at him, “Now!”

“No, Harv-” he choked out, shaking. All he could feel was fear. Dread. Terror. The trapdoor slammed open and the box went flying. His father was coming up.

“Go NOW!”

He felt anger and hate and a fierce determination that weren’t his, and Harv pushed past him, pulling him down and away. He felt Harv. Felt a vicious protectiveness and loyalty, with so much fury seeping into all the other feelings, and tied together with an unimaginable pride, glaring up at the towering silhouette of his father.

And then he was gone. Forcibly.

Harvey didn’t remember anything. He had been repressed, deep inside somewhere, and Harv hadn’t let him come back out at all until later, no matter what he wanted. Harvey never had known how much later. He often hadn’t.

But they had been alone again when he finally did, under their bed, not in the attic anymore, curled up against the wall. It was hard to see out of one of their eyes, the left one, and the arm was worse. There was blood on his clothing, and his stomach felt like he had thrown up, and it ached and ached, but he couldn’t remember getting any of it. Remember anything at all after the silhouette of his father at the top rung to the attic.

Harv had been there, up still, but quiet. Weak, and tired now.

Harvey remembered being let back up, sliding into the front with him, and how it had been so quiet. No voices outside, no television. Just silence.

“Are you okay?” he had asked him quietly. He knew he wasn’t, but he didn’t know what else to say.

“I got him,” Harv had replied, voice quieter than usual, but angry and growling and proud, and he had smiled a bloody smile. Harvey had felt a tooth missing in the smile, and a searing pain in their jaw. “I bit him so hard he had to wrap it. Blood everywhere. He had to stop for a minute to quit bleeding.”

“You bit him?” Harvey had asked in disbelief, but he had felt how proud Harv was, and picturing it, he had liked it too. He knew it was bad, and wrong, but it did make him glad, and Harv must have been able to tell, because he’d smiled.

“Knew you’d come around,” he’d said, sounding equal parts exhausted and proud of himself.

“You’ll just make him madder,” Harvey had pleaded.

Very satisfied and not buying that at all, Harv had growled, “Not if I get his neck next time,” with a proud little touch of venom, and given the front back to him, slipping in deeper to rest.

That had worried Harvey, but he had known it wouldn’t really happen. He kind of wished it would, though, and that worried him too. So he thought about the pain instead. The way he could feel the skin around his eyeball puffy and tender, the blood he was still swallowing from where he’d lost the tooth.

It hurt, but curled up in the corner was comforting. He found a toy dog that had fallen under the bed weeks ago, and held it, and shut his eyes and imagined there were really two of them together to hold on to down there, and it wasn’t so alone then. He thought Harv had liked that too. And he was glad that he had him. He knew Harv liked that. At least they weren’t by themselves.

They had been six years old, that night.

It took weeks for their left eye to heal back to normal vision.

Harvey had forgotten that night until now. He had forgotten a lot of nights.

Harv had not forgotten it. He thought about the past more than Harvey did. Or, about that part of it.

This whole mind plane thing was almost not so bad, in his opinion. The near death sucked, but what else was new for him? At least the healing was faster. And it had been a long time since Harvey had been this friendly towards him.

Not that that really mattered, but. It was familiar, in a way he liked.

He had been carrying Harvey’s unconscious body around for about twenty minutes now, making his way as steadily as he could through this stupid fucking fake jungle. It was almost fun, despite the frustration. This used to be a kind of thing he did a lot. Not uh, this kind of literally, he supposed, but dragging around Harvey’s fucked up unconscious body because he couldn’t, and someone had to get it done, was almost second nature. Maybe more than ‘almost.’ And for the first time in a long time, it would be without Harvey flipping out about whatever Harv had been doing once he woke back up.

Harv glanced down at Harvey, trying to gauge if he was getting better, or worse. Or nothing.

He did not look great, which tracked, but at least he wasn’t as white as a sheet as he’d been a few hours ago.

Yeah. You’ll be fine.

Head hanging limp against Harv’s chest, breathing weakly, he looked so tired. Harvey always looked tired to him. He probably always was.

Still can’t BELIEVE you’d pick Judge of all people over me.

There was a pretty strong flash of anger with the thought, but it was hard to be very mad at Harvey for long while he looked like a stiff breeze would put him six feet under.

You’re lucky you’re half dead, and that I care about that, Harv thought to himself, ducking under a branch and eyeing a slightly more open space up ahead. Well. He had apologized, and he’d seemed to actually mean it. That was…something.

God, the hell was he even looking for out here? Before, it had been either the others, a way back to Gotham, or that Tachyon fucker. Now, it seemed like the biggest thing would just be to stay away from Judge for a while.

Not like he was exactly the world’s biggest threat, and fifty-fifty odds his unbelievable sense of superiority meant he’d just assume they were both dead already, but unfortunately the other 50% odds were he’d be coming for them right now with the singularity of a Terminator. Harv could take him, sure, but he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of trying to fight him while hauling Harvey’s body around. Not…great odds.

So, hole up, like he’d said. Wait a little while for Harvey to get better, and they’d take him together.

Right?

He wouldn’t turn on me again. After being run through by that guy.

Harv eyed the unconscious body in his arms with suspicion, but Harvey looked so pathetic soaked in blood and shivering that it was difficult to remain very paranoid at him.

Yeah. No way.

He’d said he was wrong. Harvey could be an idiot, but he wasn’t so truly stupid as to side with Judge again in the same 24 hours when he’d tried to kill him, and Harv had jumped off a cliff and saved his life.

Feeling more secure about things, Harv kicked a scrappy tree down out of the way, and stepped into the more open patch of jungle he’d seen coming. He glanced down at Harvey again. Skin a little less ashy. Breathing didn’t sound so heavy anymore either. Good. Maybe he’d wake up soon.

It had been a long time since he’d gotten to do this version of his job. He rather liked it.

Okay. Where now.

It’d be great if there were buildings, like where they’d first landed, but this stupid place was nothing but plants and rocks.

Let’s think. Bats went west, Cats went east, we stayed right at the start. Then north. Then that shit happened, and it got hard to tell. Still. If Judge wasn’t hunting them, what would he do?

….Go for Bats, probably. To get the kid. Oof, that could be bad. But if Bats was there, Judge would have a pretty hard time killing him.

We’ll probably have to go too, then. If Judge didn’t show up here first. So fucking annoying. But it had to be done.

It was dark now, and colder. For all this place looked like a jungle, it sure didn’t have the climate for it. Two-Face took a glance around himself. They could stay here. Not much cover, but at least open space meant they’d see Judge coming well in advance. Or, press on and try to find somewhere the river was shallow enough to cross carrying Harvey, get their backs to the rock wall, and set up with a little more cover.

Fishing the coin out of his pocket with extreme difficulty with his hands full, Harv finally managed, awkwardly positioned it on a thumb and index finger while keeping his arm around Harvey’s back, and flipped. Heads, stay, tails, press on.

Tails.

Pocketing the coin, Harv turned a bit west, and continued his march.

A little ways back into the jungle, Harvey shifted in his arms and groaned. Harv glanced down and watched him blearily open his eyes.

“…Harv?” he asked, sounding confused.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“…where are…?” asked Harvey, turning his head weakly and trying to look around.

“Almost there,” said Harv as though he had any kind of solid plan.

“Oh,” said Harvey. He blinked a few times, and looked unfocusedly back up at him as Harv continued to walk through the dense plant life. “…Are you okay?”

“Huh?” said Harv, completely taken by surprise.

“Your arm and…you got cut up too,” managed Harvey, “I forgot, but.”

“Oh. That,” said Harv, “Yeah I’m fine. I got stabbed. You got run through. Pretty big difference. And, not to be a dick, but I’m tankier than you.” It was true.

“Oh,” said Harvey. He thought for a second. “Are you sure? I think I shot you-”

“-Oh, you did!” cut in Harv with indignation, “Grazed anyway. But like I said, I’m fine.”

“…Sorry.”

“You said that,” said Harv, somehow both gratified and annoyed at the same time that Harvey kept apologizing to him, “And if you’d ever acted like you were actually trying to kill me, I’d be more sore about it, but, it’s fine.”

Harvey looked a little surprised, and glanced off at nothing, thinking.

“…You less dead?” asked Harv after a second, genuinely curious.

“Oh, uhm,” said Harvey, zoning back in. He glanced at himself. “I…yeah. I think so…”

“You’ve lived this long, you’ll make it,” Harv observed, “Injuries seem to work almost like a game here. You survive taking the initial damage, and it’ll slowly just fix itself as time passes.”

Harvey looked like he was thinking about saying something to that, but didn’t.

Up ahead, he finally saw what he had been hoping for—a place where the river narrowed and looked like it would only go about to his knees. Perfect. Speeding up a little, Harv pressed on and stepped into the water, testing the current, and then crossing easily. The giant cliff face was still close, maybe four yards off, and it looked like a decent place to wait. There was a section with an outcropping of rock up top, and almost a hollow of about five feet at the base. That’d keep falling debris and being seen easily from above from being a concern. Perfect.

Once he’d made it to the wall, Harv set Harvey down, propped up against the stone cliff face, then stretched, glancing back the way he’d come just in case. But no, no sign of Judge. Good.

“Are you sure?” asked Harvey.

Harv glanced down at him, a little taken aback.

“Your back looks pretty fucked up.”

Oh. Well, Harv couldn’t exactly see his own back, and Judge had got a solid hit in there, but it didn’t feel so bad, so he just shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“What about your hands?”

Harv glanced down at them. Oh, right. Yeah, he’d sliced them pretty good trying not to get impaled.

“Healing,” he waved the concern away.

“How do you do that…?” asked Harvey as Harv walked back over and sat down a foot or so on his left.

Harv gave him a blank look.

“You’ve always been able to just…shrug it off. Getting hurt,” continued Harvey, “long as I can remember. When…this happened,” he made a circular gesture around the left side of his face, which here was just his old healthy human skin, not an acid scar, but Harv knew what he meant. “You just…got up, fought some people, fell off a fucking dam, and kept going. Don’t you ever get tired?”

Harv considered that.

Do I?

“…Yeah, sure,” he decided, thinking it through. Weird. Harvey had never asked him something like this before, so he’d never really thought about it. “But not like you do.”

Harvey watched him for a few long seconds, brows knit. “…You’re just…stronger?”

Your words, thought Harv a little smugly. He made a shrugging gesture with an arm, absently taking out the coin and tossing and catching it. A favorite idle habit.

“…How?” asked Harvey.

Harv tried to think that over as he tossed the coin. “I’m…supposed to be,” he offered after a second, catching the coin, then turning it over in his hand and studying it instead of throwing it again. He glanced at Harvey. “I don’t think we feel things the same way. You’re supposed to be something else.”

It didn’t seem like a bad answer to him. Weird though, to be asked this after all this time. Even Strange hadn’t. Nobody in Arkham. It was always about the coin, or who was talking, or their childhood. Not the how. Or the what. Not this kind of thing. He found it vaguely interesting himself.

Harvey seemed to be thinking it over with interest too, and after a few long seconds he nodded slowly and looked back at Harv. “Well, you should still wrap your hands at least. I don’t know if things can get infected, and worse in here, but I don’t think that’s really how we want to find out. Plus, you’re going to need them if Judge finds us.

Harv glanced at his hands and sighed. It seemed pointless, but whatever. Pocketing the coin and ripping off his tie, he was nearly through wrapping his left hand with it when he heard a, “Here,” from Harvey, and looked up to see him shakily holding out his tie too. “For your other hand.”

Harv took it, looking at it a second, then back at Harvey, and went back to wrapping his hands. Like a boxer, he thought, eyeing the fabric above his knuckles.

“You look like a boxer that way,” said Harvey.

It made him immensely irritated for just an instant, and then Harv wanted to laugh.

I guess we are.

“I’ve been thinking,” said Harv, glancing over as he wrapped his right hand, “and if Judge doesn’t show up, I think he’ll go after Bats.”

Harvey’s expression changed completely, and all the color drained out of it. “You…don’t think he’d try to kill the kid.”

“Yeah, I do,” said Harv with deep hostility, “I think he’d kill any of us. He’s tried before. Even ready to kill himself, if that’s what it takes.”

“Shit,” whispered Harvey worriedly, eyes darting as he tried to work though the problem himself.

“Bats won’t make it easy though,” continued Harv, “So there’s that at least.”

Harvey glanced up, and looked a little better. “Right. Of course…”

“Still think once we can both move, we should head that way though. Just in case,” said Harv.

Harvey nodded.

Been a while since they were on the same page, but it used to happen a lot, a long time ago. It felt…familiar, and old, in a good way. He was pleased.

“Why the hell did he do that?” asked Harvey after a second.

“Huh?” said Harv.

“Batman. Why did he run off with the kid?” said Harvey.

“I have no fucking idea,” replied Harv with great agitation. Really threw a wrench in things. Unbelievable.

“I…guess he thought it would be safer,” said Harvey slowly, answering his own question, “since we were fighting a swarm. But, shit.”

Harv nodded.

“Not great for us.” Harvey let out a sigh.

“Well, at least he wasn’t there for Judge going full executioner on us,” suggested Harv.

Harvey leaned his head back against the wall and turned it towards Harv, smiling tiredly. “Yeah. Don’t think he’d have liked that.”

“No,” agreed Harv, grinning back for a second, “Not much.”

They were quiet then. It was nice. It had been quite a while since he’d been able to get Harvey to come around on something like this. Finally. Maybe they could keep it up for a while too. At least until they were out.

“…Can I ask you something?” said Harvey after a bit.

His expression had gotten serious again, and Harv felt wary of that, but he shrugged.

“I know…we’ve argued it all to death,” said Harvey slowly, glancing at him, and then out at the shallow river ahead of them, and deepening shadows among the trees, “I know you think you’re doing what you should, but I also know you don’t know what you should do. The coin’s supposed to make that clear.”

Disliking the way this was going, Harv glanced down at the coin in his palm.

“Or. Clearer. Doable,” added Harvey haltingly, and he finally looked back at Harv again, “But I don’t get why. You have to know some of the things you do are too extreme. Some of them, at least. But you never stop. You don’t listen to me. You don’t even always listen to yourself. Why?”

Harv didn’t like that question. “You should be careful what you ask me while you can’t fight back,” replied Harv, hackles raised.

To his great surprise, for once this had the opposite effect on Harvey of what he’d expected, and the guy smiled at him weakly. “Yeah, well, if you wanted me to believe you might kill me, you shouldn’t have jumped off a cliff to save me right after I shot you.”

Harv grimaced at him.

“Look, I’m not trying to start a fight this time,” offered Harvey more seriously after a few seconds, “I genuinely want to know.”

He wasn’t sure he believed that, but Harv considered. There wasn’t much to do but talk right now, and maybe if he answered, they would change topics.

Still…

“It’s different, from when we were kids,” added Harvey quietly, “It’s more. Why?”

Harv picked up the coin and let it run back and forth along his knuckles.

Why?

He looked at Harvey. He wasn’t being aggressive. Or judgmental, like usual. Not even emotional. He did look like he just wanted to know.

Harv considered.

“Everything broke for you,” he said finally, stopping the coin and letting it slide between fingers back into his palm. He closed his fist. “Everything. I’m fixing it.”

Harvey held his gaze in silence for a long time.

“Everything?” asked Harvey finally, voice almost sounding shaky for some reason to Harv.

“How all of it works,” said Harv, opening his fist and glancing down at the coin.

I’m making it fair.

That was right. It had never been fair, and it had only gotten overwhelmingly worse. But he could change that. He was. Whether Harvey wanted it or not. Like always.

“…I’m sorry.”

Harv glanced up. Again, with the apologizing. Not normal behavior for Harvey to him. And god, he did look sorry. Why this time?

“I left you to do that alone.”

“You didn’t,” said Harv, confused.

“I did when I came back,” said Harvey, “I fight you, and I fight you, and I hate you, and I tell you you’re wrong, but I never tried to help you figure out what we could be doing to fix it.”

It was dark enough that it was a little hard to see his face clearly now, but Harv thought…

“…You’ve always hated all my ideas,” said Harv like an answer.

“Not all of them,” said Harvey quietly, looking at the ground, “and maybe if I’d tried, we could have found a third way.”

This was very strange behavior from him. Harv thought about it.

“I know you hate all of my ideas,” continued Harvey in the same low voice, “but maybe if we both survive this, we could try to talk again.”

Try to talk?

“I know you think you’re supposed to fix things,” said Harvey quietly, looking over and holding his gaze, “and protect us. And I know, that day in court, something broke in me. I know then and ever since, I feel like the whole world is broken and wrong and nothing is safe and right anymore. Nothing can be counted on, nothing is ever good and right. Especially not to me. Us. And maybe it’s true. Maybe it always was. But that’s not your fault. And it’s too much for anyone to try to fix alone. Even you.”

There was a sudden overwhelming…something. A…like a sadness, if sadness could be…exhaustion. He had never felt it before. And Harv said nothing.

“I know you’re supposed to protect me,” said Harvey, voice wrong, and looking away again, “and it can’t help that no matter what you do, I have just hated you and wanted you gone. I must make it never enough. I feel like the whole world is against me, but you can’t change the way the whole world works to fix it. It’s impossible, Harv. No one can. Me either…”

He had tried. Harv could remember how proud and determined and sure they’d been, once. How it had seemed like the world could change. And he remembered how Harvey had failed. But he was stronger than Harvey. He was focused, and he knew how to take pain and suffering and make something of it.

“You don’t have to,” said Harvey, making himself look back up, brown eyes bright in the darkness, “The world has always been against us, remember? When we were a kid? Our whole world was wrong then too. And you still protected me. But you didn’t change the world. I forgot for a long time, but I remember now. I remember having nothing but fear, and then waking up when it was already over, curled up in a corner under our bed, because I had you. I wasn’t angry it had happened, I wasn’t thinking about wishing you could have done more, I wasn’t scared he’d come back. I was thinking I was glad, and I was safe, in that little corner of the world, because I had you. That’s all I ever needed you to be. I’m so sorry I forgot.”

Harv did not know what to say to him.

It seemed there were many things he could and should say, but even in the darkness, he could see Harvey was crying, and that suddenly made it difficult to him to say any of them at all. He did not know what to do with him like this.

‘All’? he thought instead, running Harvey’s words through his head. Trying to figure out if any of it was right. Confused, and something else.

He wasn’t sure.

There was suddenly a lot he wasn’t quite sure of. No matter how much he thought. He didn’t want to think either, and he did, at the same time. It was too confusing.

After a minute, instead of committing to any of the things he was thinking of, he just slid closer against the wall until he was beside Harvey, and glanced at him, then out at the jungle, and finally offered, “So did I.”

Because he wasn’t sure of any of the rest of Harvey’s words, but he thought he had forgotten some things too. Ones he had needed not to.

Harvey had smiled at him and leaned against his side, and they sat together a long while like that in silence, and it had reminded them both of a feeling from a long, long time ago.

#Two-Face #Harvey Dent #Big Bad Harv #Batman Fic #Harvey Dent fic #Two-Face fic #still not sure what to tag this as. uhh I’m probably going to eventually go and start at the beginning bc ive liked my random in the middle #scenes enough to construct a plot now. but yeah it’s a character study but also very much a DID communication and healing exploration thing #I really was fascinated by and wanted to write. it’s about the Harvey Boys (lol) and how they relate to each other. but trying to figure out #and heal some of the massive damage their. and also some action adventure bc it’s Batman and they’re in a Batman scenario #whump #hurt/comfort #I ‘spose #me writing #I’m home sick and it’s terrible but at least I can write #Batman

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