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ziracona · 2 years

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[ Been very interested by Harvey Dent recently, so I wanted to write some scenes that may turn into a full story that’s essentially an exploration of him and his relationships to Big Bad Harv/Two-Face, and to Judge, and himself, but is also a kind of typical action adventure. Anyway I have an outline building itself in my head but here’s a few scenes I wrote somewhere in the middle if you want to read some character exploration for them and a fight and some angst fluff hurt-comfort because that’s like half of what I write/enjoy writing let’s be real. Basic story/scenario setup is a new villain is attacking Gotham, has expansive mental superpowers. A number of people team up to fight back since it’s a universal threat to them. During a fight, big bad transports Batman, Catwoman, and Two-Face to a mind plane to have a home-turf advantage. But up there, Harvey is everyone in there in their own body, so he ends up with an unexpected numbers advantage that keeps him alive during the initial attack. Batman, Catwoman, and the Harvey group get separated from each other after the initial fight, and are trying to find the big bad and deal with it, get out, and stay alive (and probably finding each other again would be advantageous). So yeah, this is a little bit after the first fight and getting wildly lost in the mind plane.]

This place was a little plateau, some trees and grass, a kind of mental jungle almost, minus the expected mugginess, with a chasm and some rushing water far, far below not far ahead of them now. Harvey could see more traversable flat land past the precipice ahead, if there was anywhere to cross.

He wasn’t sure where they were going, and he was sure Harv didn’t either, or Judge, but onward was…better than anything else.

I don’t see a way forward from here, though, he thought, glancing to the left and right as he followed Two-Face quickly toward the edge of the plateau. It wasn’t a wide chasm, at least. They might be able to knock down a tree and cross. Or something. I guess we could also circle back.

“Wait.”

Harvey stopped and turned, and a few paces ahead and much more irritated, so did Two-Face.

“This is a rare opportunity,” came the voice always so confusingly clear for the vocal chords he had in reality. Even here, where it made sense to hear, and he looked like his old self and had been given his own old vocal chords back again, he couldn’t even really get used to the sound of hearing himself out loud.

Clearly very exasperated by this detour, Two-Face turned around completely. “For what? If you hadn’t noticed, we’re not exactly walking around without a time limit.”

“For separation,” said Judge collectedly, drawing his sword so calmly, and leveling the massive thing at them.

No. Not at me, realized Harvey on a stunted delay. He was just standing between them. At Harv—a-at. …Two-Face.

Dazed almost, still somehow not quite getting what should have surely been obvious, he looked behind him at Two-Face, then back at Judge.

Two-Face took a step back. “Are you kidding me?” he asked with anger and disbelief, “We don’t event know what would happen! If one of the others dies here, they’re dead out there too! For all we know, any ONE of us three bites it, and we all drop dead!”

“A calculated risk I am willing to take,” replied Judge, unmoved.

“Yeah, big surprise, coming from you,” shot back Two-Face, clenching his fists, “Killing all three of us has never been a problem for you!”

“We appear here as unique individuals,” commented Judge, “I do not feel pain when you are injured. You did not become injured when Harvey was cut. To the best conclusion of reasonable logic, we are each only a representation of and container for ourself. Therefore, it stands to reason that if we are each a segment of Harvey Dent’s mind, separated completely for the first time, a segment being lost would reflect, in reality, only a loss of that segment, forever. Not a death of the whole.”

Livid, Two-Face extended his arms and started making sweeping gestures as he spoke. “And you have no idea what a huge fucking chunk of brain death might MEAN for the whole!”

“No,” agreed Judge, sword still leveled, “But it is a risk I am willing to take.”

“So, what, you’re going to kill me?” snapped Two-Face in disbelief, “We’re stuck in here fighting for our life already, and you’d risk all three of us to get rid of me permanently? What gives you the right-!”

Judge turned his attention to Harvey. “-With two of us, it would be quite efficient and easy a task.”

Two-Face stopped.

“This will likely be an opportunity you are never given again,” continued Judge calmly to Harvey.

“You can’t be serious,” said Two-Face, but his voice was different this time.

Harvey wasn’t looking at him. He was still staring at Judge.

Opportunity? It echoed in his head. He had wanted this for so, so long. All he had wanted for years was to be free of Harv again, forever. To be himself. Again. Free. To try. To…

He turned to look at Two-Face, time feeling stilted around him.

“No,” said Two-Face like he couldn’t process it either, taking another step back, “It could kill you.”

“We are fighting either way,” said Judge calmly, sword still perfectly leveled, as if the insanely oversized thing weighed nothing to him, “We are not both walking away from this space. If he is doomed to a risk either way, there are no questions left to be asked.”

“Hell there aren’t!” shouted Two-Face, something in him snapping, “I’m a much bigger part of him than you are, and I always have been!”

Judge was silent. Immovable. So massive. Why was he so big? Here, he and Big Bad Harv were identical except his lack of the acid scars. Judge was two or three times the size of either one of them, floating there in robes like a concept, not a person. Maybe that’s what he’s meant to be, thought Harvey with a sickened feeling in his stomach. Had he always been so big? Had they always been so much smaller?

I think I’m afraid of you, thought Harvey. A stupid thing to think. He was. He always had been. Why…was it crippling him now?

Maybe, for a moment back there when they’d all three been fighting side-by-side, it was because he’d felt…powerful, and safe. Untouchable, between the two of them. Strange. That wasn’t a way he could remember ever having felt at all with them before. Of course it wouldn’t last more than a second. Of course it…couldn’t…

Getting no response from Judge, Two-Face turned to Harvey. “You know this is insane. We’re not even out of here yet! Who can you count on?”

“You know what must be done. You have always known,” said Judge coolly, continuing to ignore Two-Face, “I exist because of your hatred of him.”

“You exist because of his hatred of US!” snapped Two-Face. Turning away from Judge, he took a few steps towards Harvey, trying to appeal. “Fighting each other here at all-”

“—This is simple.”

Judge moved with the words. Harvey hadn’t been looking at him, and by the time he was, the figure was so much closer, like it had apparated. How fast could he move? God, he was so big.

Two-Face hesitated and looked at Harvey again, then uneasily took a step back. Agitated, his hand went for the gun slung over his shoulder and rested there.

“You wanted a life without him,” said Judge, looming over them for all the world like a god of this little cosmos, “Desperately, more than anything. You wanted to be like me, and failed. You let him ruin you. He took your life and plunged it into crime and sin and evil so deeply you have been lost out there forever. For all your feeble struggling, you have let this thing BECOME you. It snuffed you out when you were weak, and has walked too long in your shoes, destroying every part of who you used to be. You have fought for years to take your life back from this monster. Aid in killing him now, and take it.”

“I’m not a monster; I do what has to be done!” shouted Two-Face, snatching his gun and gesturing wildly, fingers so tight around the grip even through the scar tissue Harvey could see them turning white, “For justice, for chance, for fucking making it from one breath to the next! I’m the one willing to do what you two can’t, so you don’t have to! I’m the ONLY one in here who has EVER looked out for another part of us! I protect him! You never have! Even when we were kids! You blamed us! I protected us! I took it, I fought back, I was everything wrong about us we were blamed for, so he didn’t have to be!” He whirled on Harvey. “You think you’ll be safe with him? He’ll kill you too! He’s been ready to cut you down for the crime of existing since you were six years old!”

No, thought Harvey, I’ve been failing my whole life, but I could be better. I could be free of you.

He turned towards Two-Face and took a step back, hand slowly going to rest against the little letter opener blade in his pocket.

Two-Face’s expression fell.

It surprised Harvey that it would be…unexpected.

Two-Face looked from Harvey, to Judge, and the momentary hurt burst into anger.

“You’re both idiots! You want to try?! Fine!”

The Tommygun flashed, and Harvey dove to the left before realizing the shot had been aimed very wide of him, at Judge. On his right, the massive black-clad, faceless figure swiped its sword up and the bullets clattered aside, off the blade in a flash. It was impossible. But everything here was.

And then Harv—Two-Face—was dashing at him, and he had to snap into the moment, ducking under a swing at his head with the body of the gun, and trying to go for a knife swipe of his own to Harv’s side.

Harv kicked him away, knocking him far enough back that the swipe only ate air, and almost took Judge’s sword between his shoulder blades, barely sensing it at the last moment, and throwing himself prone and rolling.

Harvey was back up first, about five feet from H—Two-Face, whose back was to him. He was scrambling back from Judge on his elbows, one hand digging into his jacket and producing a grenade.

It went flying at Judge before Harvey could reach him to try to stop it, and he slammed into a surprised Two-Face and they rolled, grappling on the grass at the edge of the area, as they heard the explosion from the bomb behind them. Worried, Harvey looked to see if Judge was still up, and saw him standing, unmoved, only the sword singed with soot, in a cloud of smoke. The imposing figure turned its head toward them.

A fist rammed into the side of his face, and Harvey went back down, struggling for a hold on Two-Face’s hand to keep the gun back as they landed side-by-side in the grass now, and the almost twin figure opposite him tried to rip the knife out of his own. He took a knee to the gut, hard, and answered with an elbow to the side of Two-Face’s head, and they struggled and slipped and rolled again, a mad tangle of knees and arms and cheap shots; a forehead slammed against his nose; his fist ripped at acid bleached white hair, and suddenly they were slipping for real—fast—too fast, too far.

In their struggle, they’d been getting dangerously close to the chasm and the tiny river far below, and the last grapple had landed them a little too dangerously close this time. They’d hit the edge of the slope to the fall.

They went from sliding to falling in an instant, and Harvey shot a hand out for the roots of a tree as he skidded past, and and it ripped free in his hand and came with him. Harv got a foot wedged between a slightly bigger tree trunk, and an arm around another almost as fast, a half second before Harvey’s momentum slammed him into Harv, stopping them both, breathing hard, about three feet from the edge.

Fight forgotten to the near death experience, they looked as one at the monumental fall. Even here, with the way injuries and healing seemed a concept instead of a medical reality, it would have to be a grim and certain death hitting ground below. Even the water must be like concrete.

“Aaahg!” The shout from Two-Face startled him, and he looked just in time to be grabbed by the collar and flung bodily back onto the plateau.

The impact knocked the breath out of him, and he had barely had time to understand where he was before Harv had scrambled up and thrown himself back on top of him, raising the gun butt to bring down on his head, and Harvey barely got his hands up in time to try to keep it back.

There was a sudden sound like wind whipping around a building, and Two-Face’s face paled and he hurled himself bodily backwards, narrowly avoiding Judge’s massive sword.

He rolled back and up to a knee, gun out, and fired. Bullets sprayed into the grass and up along Judge, somehow cutting through fabric and air along the edge of his form, like there was no one inside, and the sword swept upwards, deflecting bullets from Judge’s head and chest.

Snatching the opportunity, Harvey drew his own pistol on Two-Face. It should have been an easy shot; he was distracted by Judge, almost unmoving, close. But Harvey missed completely just the same, and the man whipped around furiously and returned fire.

Adrenaline pumping at jet fuel levels, Harvey dove to the side of the tommygun’s spray of bullets and made it to a knee in time to see Two-Face back up on his feet, ignoring him again in favor of running at Judge—ducking under a swipe from the massive sword, and getting two shots in past it at Judge’s torso, that connected this time. The sword came back fast, with an angry sound from Judge, and Two-Face leapt over it, falling back a step unsteadily as the sword came again, too fast, slicing him across the chest as he tried to move too late, and back at him again with a massive two hands swipe from above, and it was all he could do to get the tommygun up and between them to catch the sword and hold it back as he struggled against Judge’s strength.

Somehow, he wasn’t scared. Harvey could see it on his face. It was crazy, but he wasn’t afraid of Judge at all. He was angry. It seemed impossible to him, but he supposed for Big Bad Harv, it must not be.

Remembering to move then, Harvey made it up too, not much worse for the wear, and haltingly took another shot at Two-Face, grazing him in the arm this time as he saw the shot coming and tried to break the grapple and jerk out of the way, making it just an instant too slow. Judge immediately made another pass with the sword, trying to catch him off balance, and Two-Face ducked narrowly under it, returning fire as he did with his gun. Judge fell back to parry shots what looked like effortlessly, and Harvey made a mad dash for Two-Face while his focus was off him again, knife in his right hand, gun in his left, making a swipe for Two-Face as he got in close.

Two-Face saw him coming and stepped back out of the way of the swipe, and then another, trying to keep most of his attention on Judge. He dodged a third swipe from the letter opener, and got the tommygun leveled at the towering figure of Judge, but Harvey shot the barrel, knocking the aim off and sending a spray of bullets into the trees.

Furious, Two-Face swung the gun over and took a shot at him finally, and Harvey swung left just in time, feeling bullets pass by in the air.

Out of his peripheral, he saw Judge close in again with the sword, and Two-Face jumped back to avoid a swipe and twisted past another, returning fire, and Harvey dashed to the side, trying to get behind him.

Two-Face saw the move, and turned his head to look for just a second, and caught the sword in his arm for it, cursing and turning his back on Harvey to chuck a grenade at Judge, face lit with anger and disbelief as the huge figure knocked the grenade aside effortlessly, and it exploded off behind him, out of range. He opened fire with the tommygun again, trying to get back a little room, and Harvey made a mad dash for him from behind.

Two-Face saw it coming, and caught him in the chest with the butt of the gun, ducking under a swipe from Harvey’s knife, and to the side of a second swipe, then leaping off to the left to avoid one from Judge, firing back as he did, and Harvey caught an opening just as he pulled the trigger and slammed into him at the waist, sending them both down hard, Harvey on top, and he slammed the barrel of his pistol down against Two-Face’s forehead as they hit the ground.

The impact hurt. He saw Two-Face’s hands freeze halfway through a fumbling attempt to turn the tommygun on him, and his eyes met Harvey’s, wide with fear like a hunted animal, and with anger, and hurt, and Harvey knew he was supposed to pull the trigger, but he didn’t.

He felt sick and wrong suddenly.

None of this was supposed to—he—

Judge’s sword came carving through his back, and through him, down into Harv, and he heard Harv scream.

“No!” Faint, in a voice that wasn’t his.

He was just looking. Down, limply, at the massive thing through his body.

He went up then, lifted, Harv pinned on the tip of the sword above him, gripping the blade with both hands to try to keep from sliding deeper into it. Harv was looking at him. The way someone looked at an oncoming car hitting someone else.

Shouted…something. As Judge raised them both heavenward. And then there was an awful force applied, and they were flung off the blade, to the chasm.

He knew he was skidding, falling, but he couldn’t move, or think, or feel. React.

Everything was cold, and far away.

He vaguely registered Two-Face hitting the slope ahead of him, slamming against a tree just before the edge, dazed for a second on impact. Harvey’s limp body wasn’t so lucky. It hit the ground past him and rolled down the slope towards the drop.

Seeing him go, Two-Face let out a shout and scrambled after him, fingers catching a sleeve just as Harvey hit the edge and went over. Harv threw himself after, dragging the limp form to him in midair and wrapping himself around it as they took the free fall towards the water below.

Pain. Aching, seeping, deep. It coursed along him in sheets. He was…c-cold too. Wet. Confused. What-?

Struggling, Harvey opened his eyes, blinking weakly in a failed attempt to focus. Everything was blurred and unsteady.

Where?

Th-there. Movement. Up…above him. S-something…

Trees. Rock. He could hear…rushing water. On his back?…s-somewhere…it all—

Trying to move sent ripples of pain along his gut, and he remembered the sword.

Sh-shit.

He couldn’t…see. Anything but blurry red, looking down at his chest. He couldn’t. Couldn’t move.

I-I’m dying…?

Moving. Something was…

There. Above h-him, on the left. Something was stand—Harv. H-He was. Was standing just a few feet to the side, with his back to Harvey, looking for something.

Hand trembling, Harvey dug in with all his might and tried to raise it towards him. Tried to say his name.

He didn’t think any sound had come out, but Big Bad Harv turned, eyebrow raised, and glanced down at him.

“H-Help,” he managed, voice a cracked whisper.

“Oh?” asked Big Bad Harv, rasping voice steeped in superiority and anger, “You think I’m going to help you? After you wanted to kill me?”

His strength gave out, and Harvey couldn’t keep the hand up anymore. He let it fall against his chest and slide back limply to the ground, body shuddering under the stress of trying, and enduring this much damage and pain. He couldn’t…keep his. e-eyes open… it was..

“All right, all right. Jesus. Just try not to die so fast,” said Big Bad Harv in the voice of someone who had been planning to kick someone around more, wildly diverting plans in the face of a sudden crisis. He moved quickly beside him and knelt down, and Harvey couldn’t get his eyes open anymore at all.

He heard movement, felt hands, heard fabric rip, and muttering words he couldn’t make out, maybe…maybe his name a few times? And then he was gone again.

When he came to again, Harvey had forgotten where he was. Where he had been. It all came back slow, as his blurry eyes made out the same forms of trees and rock above him, felt the cold of wet clothes, and registered the sound of moving water. It, and the twenty-four hours before it.

It was hard to think. He felt feverish, and half awake, even as he remembered. It was so cold, and he felt sick, but too weak to vomit. I wonder if I’m still dying…

It seemed likely.

He struggled to blink and focus more. Find some change in the light to guess at how much time had passed at least, but he was too weak, and it was too much to do.

“Finally,” came a rasping voice he knew.

It took him a second to find Big Bad Harv, because he was kneeling almost behind him. “Almost thought you weren’t going to wake up this time.”

Weakly, body shuddering from the cold and the effort, Harvey turned his head, trying to get a look at him.

“Am I dying?” managed Harvey.

Big Bad Harv shrugged. “The bleeding stopped, but he got you pretty good. Which I told you he’d do.”

Harvey tried to look down at his torso. Flat on his back, that wasn’t easy, but he could faintly see stained cloth wrapped around what had been a massive smear of red last time his eyes were open. Recognizing the jacket, he turned his head back towards Big Bad Harv and registered his jacket was gone.

“…You saved me?” he asked weakly.

Harv rolled his eyes and looked off to the side.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” asked Harvey.

“Why didn’t you?” snapped Harv, glancing back.

I…?

He swallowed, and it hurt. It hurt to breathe, and he coughed weakly on impulse, and the feeling it shot along his torso was agonizing.

“Easy,” reprimanded Harv, putting a hand on his shoulder to try and stop the involuntary spasms the cough had set off, “You’ll die and leave me with Judge.”

It took a second for the convulsions to settle down, and it had zapped so much energy from Harvey by the time they had, it was all he could do to turn his head again and look up. “I’m sorry,” he managed, almost pleadingly. His voice was the ghost of a voice.

“Good. You should be,” snapped Harv, “Can’t believe you’d rather be stuck with that thing, than me.”

Harvey coughed again, a bad, wet sound deep in his lungs, so deep it sent shudders along his limbs, and he could feel the pain in his ribs from it. He couldn’t stop coughing for several seconds, and when it finally ended, he tried to gasp out a breath, and it was hard. He kept fighting to fill his lungs, and failing, like a fish on a bank. They felt like they weighed too much to move. It started to panic him, and he gasped faster, coughing again, then he felt hands on his shoulders, and Harv carefully dragged him up a little so his torso was propped against his lap.

“…You okay?” asked Harv after a second of looking down at him and listening to the gasps and coughing ease.

“…Thank you,” said Harvey.

Harv made an assent flavored grunt.

“For saving me,” he managed, throat feeling raw now and terrible, but determined nevertheless. Harv started to answer, but Harvey noticed too late and kept going, still struggling weakly to breathe evenly again. “I’m sorry. I. never. never said that…” He swallowed, closed his eyes against the pain in his gut that was overwhelming him. Opened them again, shaky, and looked out at the blurry outline of the river they must have fallen into nearby.

Harv said nothing.

“…You know you…you ruined my life,” continued Harvey quietly after a few seconds, “My…”

He wanted to cry, for so many reasons, but it felt like there was no point to any of them at all left.

“…I lost so much. To you. I… … …But. You saved my life, too. You did. P-Protect…me. You’re right. And I never—never thanked you for that. Any of it. I…” It hurt too much to keep going, and he shuddered and sucked in a breath, eyes squeezed shut, trying to deal with the pain of existing in the moment he was in.

“…It’s what I do. I told you,” said Harv after a moment, no easily discernible emotion tied to his voice, “Ever since we were kids.”

Wearily, Harvey turned his head to look up at him the little he could. “Really?” he asked weakly, “I don’t…remember…much.”

“Yeah, I kind of think that was the idea,” replied Harv with the hint of a grin.

“You must despise me,” said Harvey quietly, looking away at nothing.

Harv was quiet a second. “…That’s a strong word, ‘despise.’ You’ve always been annoying, and weak, and kind of fucking exhausting, but…no. I’ve never ‘despised’ you.”

Harvey made himself look back up. Harv was looking down, meeting his gaze, face hard to read.

“If you’ve been…” He tried to swallow. “Taking my beatings for me, since we were a child, I don’t see how that could be possible.”

It was why he’d never wanted to think of it this way. Never let himself try. Making someone else to suffer in your place? Was so unforgivable. If he was really even worse than Harv, what could that possibly make him? It was beyond him. It had always been too much to bear trying to consider.

“Why do you think I decided to exist and take them?” asked Harv, in a tone Harvey could not remember hearing from him before. Almost an attempt, from something that was never meant to be, at ‘soft’.

Harv glanced away then, at the steadily darkening jungle around them. “Get off your high horse, Harvey. You didn’t make me. We made me. I made me. You haven’t been able to force me to come out and do anything a day in your life. I’m not a part of you you control. Thought you at least grasped that much.”

Harvey didn’t know what to say to that.

He thought, instead, aching and cold and wounded, running things through one by one, with the little energy he had to do it.

“I’m sorry, Harv,” he offered finally, overwhelmed with sadness suddenly, only when he had already said it.

“I told you-” started Harv.

“—that I never valued it,” said Harvey. He shut his eyes.

Above him, Harv was quiet. He heard him shift a little, and for a long few seconds, nothing.

“You did once,” said Harv quietly, almost to himself, “it was just a long time ago.”

Harvey tried to remember, and wished he hadn’t.

“Don’t worry,” said Harv carelessly above him, “You’ll be fine. We’ll get moving in a little and find somewhere safer to hole up for a few hours, before your ‘better’ half catches up with us.”

“I don’t think I can walk,” said Harvey automatically, looking blearily up.

“Really? I hadn’t guessed,” replied Harv, voice absolutely dripping with sarcasm, “Do I look like I can’t lift you?”

Harvey smiled a little, and let himself shut his eyes again and try to pass out. It had been more than two decades since he remembered it feeling safe in the way he did in this moment, to let himself do that.

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#Two-Face #Harvey Dent #Batman fic #Big Bad Harv #Harvey Dent fic #Judge #Two-Face fic #I have no idea what to tag this as #character study? relationship study? disassociatice identities self healing narrative study???#it is what it is I guess?#hurt/comfort #whump #no idea what else uhhh #Batman #I guess???#me writing #this if I go long form is going to be about all three but given the nature of their relationships Harvey needs to process and fix things #with Harv before he can fix things with Judge so that’s the order they go. Judge is a victim in this too he was created to uphold a standard #for a Just World that does not exist and expects of people what they cannot give so he is doomed even himself to be trying to be a kind of #perfect that cannot be made and that’s going to be very interesting but anyway here is some Harv connecting with Harvey and a fight scene 👍#the sum of our parts (fic)#the sum of our parts

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jasonsoad · 1 year

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Always love to combine my mental illnesses and Christ Almighty I CANNOT stop thinking about this song and Harvey Dent and Two Face

In what way? Several.

But I'm gonna take it in the Bruharv/Twobats way because fuckkkkk I love the angst of exes who are still in love but they hurt each other

The narrator from this song is so obvious toxic to his former lover who is cheating and ignoring him. They're both bad for each other, that's shown throughout the narrative of The Wall but I'm not here to explain the entirety of The Wall (I fucking could though)

The way I see it with Bruce and Harvey is obviously them @ Bruce and certain lines remind me more of Harvey and some more of Two Face

Like the desperate "Oh, babe, don't leave me now" the more sad lines like that, especially the "remember the flowers I sent" it's just sad, it's desperate, he loves him a lot

But then there are those other lines, the transition and the echo from "when you know how I need you" feels like Harvey and Two both until Two Face himself says "to beat to a pulp on a Saturday night" which to me is their fights as Two Face and Batman

This song is just pure angst honestly but I love it and I think a lot of The Wall could fit Harvey and Two Face's narrative

Especially The Trial?? Like c'mon

But this is the one I've been listening to a lot and I had to share it

#dc #harvey dent #two face #do I tag this as bruharv...#yeah sure its tumblr why not #bruharvey #twobats #mmm i always get so nervous sharing stuff on tumblr hope someone else understands my delusions but I doubt it #i have a lot of songs I can connect to characters tho #even if they're bigger music idc I know what fits trust me #Spotify

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sporkberries · 1 year

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“There are few things worse than two men fighting over their ‘right’ to prove things to a woman”

#yeah #just #GODDD #i love her #spork says stuff #dc #renee montoya #harvey dent #bruce wayne #BC HES HERE TOO #SO I CAN ALSO TAG #batman #oh yeahh

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charliecuntcicle · 2 years

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bruharvey

#bruce wayne #batman #harvey dent #two face #bruharvey #i can get behind it #but if somebody asked me who i shipped with bruce i wouldnt say harvey #i let people use my ask box and all i got was this lousy tag

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whipbogard · 7 months

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Read A Serious House on Serious Earth. Was not prepared for a lot of things but god I’m so, SO glad I didn’t chicken out and finished it.

Harvey not listening to the coin will always be the death of me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#this comic is not for the faint hearted be warned #my heart was in sO MUCH PAIN WHEN HARVEY FIRST APPEARED #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#every time I see him receiving really questionable treatments IM JUST #AAAAAAA STOP HURTING HIM #😭😭😭😭😭😭#AND THEN THAT BIT WHEN HE WAS LOOKING AT THE MOON #HIS FACE WAS SO FOND COZ IT REMINDED HIM OF THE COIN #PLEASE IM LITERALLY THAT HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING CAT #BUT THIS ENDING #SO SO SATISFYING…?!#harvey dent #bruharvey #JUST BECAUSE I CAN AND WILL TAG AS SUCH

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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year

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Danny runs for Mayor P.2

kgned3Part 1

Some more snippets of the Gotham Mayor Danny AU!

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Danny would absolutely try to hire some of the Rouges as his Mayoral Cabinet, I can just imagine Waylon Jones, the Killer Croc, in a Suit and Slacks sitting in a the Mayors Office while awkwardly holding his resume.

Danny: So, Mr. Jones, why do you think we should hire you? Waylon: Well sir, I have something of a reputation and I feel like I would be an amazing Bodyguard. Danny: OK, one question though. What is your opinion on Clowns? Waylon: I don’t like them. Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, Mr Nygma, what do you think you would bring to my office? Edward: Well sir, I am fairly well known for my expert planning and timing skills. Also I can give you fun riddles whenever you want! Danny: Hmmm, that’s definitely a good point. One question, if needed, will you attack a clown on sight? Edward: Yes? Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, I can see that you used to have a very reputable resume Mr. Dent. Harvey: Thank you sir. Danny: I can’t see any reason to refuse your application, but I do have one question. Do you like Clowns? Harvey: Uhm...yes? Danny: I am sorry dir, but I am going to have to reject your application for a job in the Mayors office. Mr Jones, please escort this man out

...

Danny would absolutely do an amazing job in decreasing the crime rate, just by virtue of the fact that his very presence is destabilizing the Curses put on the City.

But at the same time, his policies are also very efficient, based on Gen Z Humor/Ideas

Danny: As my new Law states, every year the most rich person in the City will be forced to give up 70% of their assets to Charity. You can avoid this by donating as much as possible in the weeks leading up to the Sacrifice Day, whoever donates the most is exempt from the choosing even if they are the Richest, we will then move on to the second Richest, and so on Reporter: Sir, isn’t this just the “Winner Of Capitalisms” Prompt from Tumblr? Danny: Yes.

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Batman: Why did you just pass a Law that states that all Vigilantes are given the right to kill? Danny: Because I accidentally hired every villain in Gotham, so now there is nobody to try and bribe me. And if nobody tries to bribe me, then nobody realizes that I will only accept bribes if the Joker is dead, like I said in my Campaign. I know that you guys have a no-kill rule, but I know at least one of you who would jump at the chance Batman: *realizes that Dick has already killed the Joker once, Jason is actively attempting to every day, Tim is chaos incarnate and would do it to feel included, and Damian just really wants to let loose* Well played...

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Danny: Vlad, I am serious. Leave me alone or I will put you in Soup Jail for 3 months! Vlad: FINE! I’ll just go possess another Billionaire to force them to give me their company again Batman, listening from outside the window: What the f-

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Danny in every conversation with the Batfamily: I re-respect your decision to not tak-take a life...but I must insist you kill the Joker...for the good of the peephol-People! He is not a good inf-influence on this city and he must be des...troyed. Batman: *Wondering why he sounds like he is reading from a script* Um, I don’t think thats a good idea? Lady Gotham: *Standing behind Batman with some Cue Cards, trying to communicate with her Knights through Danny* *Thumbs Up* Danny: Also I wanted to say that you need to- oh um, ok- to get over the deaths of your parents and grieve in a healthy way instead of adopting every child you see. You are doing a great job kid, parentheses, do not read this par- Oh-Oops. Batman: Hm. I’m not even going to question that anymore.

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secretidentie · 9 days

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My Superbat prompts

I've been reading superbat since forever and I finally got a tumblr account so I thought I could ask some writers to use these.

Clark kent is at the manor to interview Bruce Wayne when Dr Freeze attacks and they're basically snowed in. Bruce trying to hide secrets and Clark getting the chance to write the story of the year in the form of an I depth exposé from inside the home of billionaire blah, blah, blah... Chaos and fluff.

Bruce is in a love triangle with superman and Clark Kent. Clark assumes Bruce knows he's one person. Bruce decides to solve this by brooding and going on a series of dates with them both until he decides who's his perfect match. (you decide if Clark knows Bruce is batman but think both versions are hilarious)

Bruce Wayne has to go undercover as a carnival worker in a small town on batman business. After the Daily Planet is bought out by corrupt government officials, Clark quits and goes back home to Smallville. He feels like he's changed and isn't as fulfilled by the simple life, not to mention how much harder it is to keep being superman. He doesn't even feel useful on the farm and can't find a job he enjoys to make some money of his own and leave the house. He starts visiting the fair to take his mind of things and meeting this handsome carnival worker who he definitely would have recognized in a small town like this.

LexCorp frames Wayne enterprises for some shady dealings putting the company under investigation which might even lead to it filing for bankruptcy. While Fox and others fix this, Bruce, as the face of the company, is advised to lay low and leave Gotham for a bit. He decides to get an apartment in the cheap side of Metropolis, since all his assets are frozen and he only has one working bank account. On top of that he has to deal with his hot new roommate (or neighbor depending on how you write it) who keeps leaving and coming back at the weirdest hours while also trying to keep tabs on Gotham and maybe getting himself a job in the mean time. (to be clear Clark is the roommate)

During an argument batman says he could easily do superman's job and superman says the same. So they swap cities for two weeks. First to call for backup looses. (feel free to add romance if you want but it's not compulsory)

Clark final gathers the courage to ask out batman but right before he does, green lantern starts flirting with batman too. Harvey dent is recently released from arkham and claims to be reformed and wanting to rekindle his well known public relationship with his collage sweetheart Bruce Wayne. This causes Oliver queen to also try to win his childhood best friend's heart. It's a very long week for Bruce. (all povs if possible. Also Bruce knows everyone's identities but no one knows his. This also doesn't have to end up superbat, choose your favorite ship. Make this love-pentagon as messy as you can)

These are just a few of my personal favorites. I have a lot more. Let me know if you want me to post them. If fics with these premise already exist let me know coz I would love to read them. You can make it as explicit as you want or make it for general audiences but for my sake please add fluff. If you use these prompts also make sure to tag me here or on AO3.

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vampyan · 3 months

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blog & request rules ;

minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.

this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus

characters i write for ;

-> kimetsu no yaiba

kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;

-> telltale batman

john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;

-> helluva boss

blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;

-> the arcana

lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;

-> dragon ball

goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;

-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes

mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;

-> original yandere characters

coming soon!

request rules ;

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

will write ;

fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)

non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)

kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

won’t write ;

sub!reader x dom!character

male or amab!readers.

kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

#🦠.navigation #.request rules #.blog rules #.byf #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub!yandere

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maniacwatchestheworld · 5 months

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So today I decided to do some looking around and catch up on what's going on over at dc-tournaments. And I do find it exceedingly funny how Danny Phantom somehow managed to win the "Fuck this guy in particular" tournament! But it got me thinking. Apparently by hanging out and generally staying in the Rogues space, it's made me largely bypass the whole DPxDC thing. Like, I pretty much live in the Harvey Dent tag these days, and the Misha Collins stuff is a lot more intrusive than any DCxDP stuff (and I don't really mind the Misha Collins stuff either). And at this point, Misha Collins comes into the Harvey Dent tag... Oh... Around 1 time a week to 2 times a month by my estimate...? I can't even tell you the last time a Danny Phantom thing came into the Harvey Dent tag... Probably had to do with Jason though lol.

But as someone who occasionally relapses back into the Danny Phandom, I do get it. I've been there with you guys! I'm just getting to see these current messes from the other side lol! You all have to entertain yourselves somehow, and so crossovers have been your latest, largest way to cope! Completely get that. But what are you guys even up to over there? Can you guys point me towards some good stuff? I'm curious what y'all are up to these days! But I do feel like y'all's are under-utilizing the rogues lol.

Personally Vlad has always been much more of my hyperfixation character of choice in the Danny Phandom. I just like the stuff going on with Jack, Maddie, and Vlad more than the main trio, personally. So even when I've been looking for Phandom stuff these days, you lot aren't incorporating Maddie/Jack/Vlad (the superior ship!) into your DC AUs, so I'm not getting any of it! It makes me feel like starting a shit storm of my own with none of the Danny Phantom stuff I like reaching me over here in my little DC hole right now and everyone else in the DC fandom screaming about how intrusive Danny Phantom has been in their tags! Who knows. Maybe I'll just start shipping Vlad/Two-Face just to be a wierdo in my little hole lol.

#danny phandom #danny phantom #phandom #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom x dc #dc x dp crossover

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hintsofhoney · 7 months

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A Deal's a Deal

Pairing(s): Harvey Dent x F!Reader x Soldier Boy

Summary: Your boss, Harvey, agrees to share you with Soldier Boy in return for some intel on Homelander, but only if he can join in on the fun, too.

Square(s) Filled: boss/employee for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Tags: 18+, smutty smut smut, oral sex (male receiving), dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome, dregradation, light slapping, light choking, p in v, unprotected rough sex (be smart), this is really raunchy lmfao

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I think I wrote this before Gotham Knights even aired and it's been sitting in my WIPs folder ever since. As always thank you to my loves @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing this raunchiness. GIF is mine. Hope you all enjoy the depravities of my brain!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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When you took the job as Harvey Dent’s secretary, you didn’t know you’d be spending most of your time on your knees. Hard worker, quick learner, able to follow instruction: these were the qualities listed under the job’s ideal candidate section — you just didn’t know you’d be using them like this . Not that you were complaining. Not in the slightest.

You knock on Harvey’s office door — he had just called you in over the intercom which usually meant all work and no play. He’d call your desk phone directly if he had any… special requests.

“Come in,” you hear from the other side of the barrier, and you push it open, quickly closing it behind you as you come to stand in front of his desk. You adjust your pencil skirt, pulling it down slightly — a nervous tick you think you developed from being in his dominating presence.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Y/N, I need you to come meet someone with me. Record the meeting, take some notes,” he explains, looking up at you expectantly with those icy blues.

You nod. “Got it, Sir.”

“Good.” The absence of the word “girl” disappoints you a little, but you don’t let it show. “Get your coat. We’re leaving now.”

Harvey hasn’t told you where you’re going or who you’re meeting, but you assume it’s someone important when you reach the fancy apartment complex. Taking the elevator up to the 8th floor, you trail behind him as he finds door 12B and knocks lightly with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

“Ben!? Open up. It’s Dent.”

You don’t know who Ben is until the door opens slowly, and the face on the other side is plastered on every wall, bus, and sign in the city. Ben is the once celebrated superhero, Soldier Boy.

He pokes his head out into the hallway, looking both ways (and doing a very obvious double take on you) before stepping aside and letting you and Harvey in. You don’t know what your boss could possibly need with a supe, let alone a not very well liked one, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you stand in his presence. It’s true what they say — he’s even more beautiful in person.

“This is my secretary, Y/N,” Harvey says, throwing a quick nod in your direction to introduce you.

Soldier Boy holds out his hand. “Ben,” he says with a smirk.

“Pleasure,” you reply, enamored.

“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.”

Your thighs clench together at that.

“She’s here to take some notes,” Harvey interrupts, stepping in between the two of you, forcing your hands apart. He turns his head to glare at you. “And that’s all she’s here for.”

You try not to cower underneath his stare. “Right. Sorry, Sir.”

You begin to pull out a pen and notepad from your purse, ignoring the laugh that Soldier Boy huffs through his nose.

“Something funny, Ben?” Harvey asks.

“Just seems like you got a well trained pet there, is all. Bet she feels even better than she looks.”

Harvey chuckles softly, inviting himself to some whiskey on the liquor cart nearby. “That she does.” He shoots a quick wink your way, and your cheeks heat up as you watch him pour himself a glass. “Now, are you going to tell me what you know about Homelander, or did I waste my time coming here?” he asks the supe, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Tell you what,” Soldier Boy says with a smirk, his eyes raking over your body, “You let me have her and I’ll tell you whatever it is you wanna know.”

Your boss looks over his shoulder at you, one eyebrow raised in a way that always makes your knees buckle.

“You want my assistant?” he asks, his eyes still on you.

“I want to fuck your assistant,” Soldier Boy corrects. “And then I’ll help you.”

Harvey chuckles, low and deep, turning his head to face the supe again. “Fine. But I don’t share if I can’t join in on the fun.”

“Can’t blame you there, Dent.” Soldier Boy makes his way over to the sofa behind you, and you stare at your boss, awaiting further instructions.

“Why are you still standing?” he asks, with a tone that makes you feel like the stupidest girl on the planet. You place your purse on the nearby coffee table before dropping to your knees like he’s trained you to do, head bowed and hands behind your back. “Sorry, Sir.” You hear Soldier Boy huff a laugh behind you; you know he’s finding your blind obedience both amusing and impressive – and that gives you a sense of pride that shows itself in your reddening cheeks.

“Now, Ben here is gonna use you however he sees fit,” Harvey explains, pulling down on your hair forcefully, making your eyes meet with his, “and I expect you to show him the same respect that you show me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Go ahead, crawl over there,” he instructs, nodding towards the couch where Soldier Boy was sitting, legs spread and cock hard underneath his sweats. You obey, Harvey walking slowly behind you, watching your ass as you crawl, the dark spot on your gray pencil skirt making his own dick twitch. “Stop,” he commands, and you freeze in your tracks, only a foot away from your destination. “Pull your skirt up.”

You sit up briefly to pull your skirt up over your hips, revealing to Soldier Boy that you have nothing on underneath it. Harvey already knows this of course — he’s the one who made the rule.

“Christ, Dent,” Soldier Boy exclaims as you finish your crawl. You stop right in front of the tent in his pants, your knees grateful for the carpeted floor. He leans over you and grabs your ass in both hands, pulling your cheeks apart before letting them go and watching them bounce back together. “She’s fucking perfect.”

Harvey chuckles softly. “When she wants to be.”

Soldier Boy sits back, his green eyes lust-filled and hungry as he takes his cock out from beneath his gray sweats. He’s big, about Harvey’s size, and you’re confident in your abilities thanks to the number of times you’ve sucked your boss off underneath his desk.

“Manners, Y/N,” Harvey reminds you. “Next time you won’t get a reminder.”

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Soldier Boy huffs another half impressed, half amused laugh as he wraps his hand in your hair. “Fucking hell.”

He pulls you towards his dick, and you use your hands to catch yourself in an all fours position as your tongue meets with his tip. You let the supe use your mouth like it’s a fuck toy, your head bobbing up and down, gurgling noises filling the room as his cock hits the back of your throat, your spit soaking his shaft. It’s only when he pushes your head all the way down, your nose meeting with the tuft of hair above his dick, that you feel Harvey’s presence behind you. The familiar feeling of his cock running through your folds causes you to moan around Soldier Boy, which in turn makes his dick twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he gasps, letting his head fall back.

Harvey chuckles softly, entering you slowly and causing you to moan once more. “If you think that feels good, wait ‘til she comes. Hold her there.”

Soldier Boy nods, readjusting his grip in your hair, and you’ve never been more thankful for Harvey training you out of your gag reflex. With Soldier Boy’s cock stuffed in your mouth, you’re able to focus entirely on your boss’s thrusts and the coil slowly tightening in your abdomen. You can feel your juices running down your inner thighs, and when Harvey reaches around to rub your clit in tandem with his thrusting, you’re on the edge in seconds.

He uses his free hand to land a firm smack on your ass, and your squeal is muffled by the cock in your mouth. “Cum,” he commands, and that’s all you need to push you over, moaning around Soldier Boy as your pussy clenches around Harvey.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Soldier Boy breathes, watching you as you convulse beneath him, keeping your head firmly in position. Harvey hums in agreement, fucking you through your high until your body relaxes again. Soldier Boy starts bobbing your head on his cock again, much slower this time, and you're grateful for the air filling your nostrils once more. “Whenever you’re done, Dent,” Soldier Boy pipes up. “I said I want to fuck her. And I didn’t mean her mouth.”

You hear Harvey huff through his nose, and you can’t help but feel like he’s almost annoyed over the thought of actually sharing your cunt, but in Soldier Boy’s defense, a deal is a deal. You whimper as he slips out of you, and Soldier Boy swiftly pulls you off of his cock.

“On the couch, on your back. Hang your head off the end there,” Harvey orders, nodding towards the end of the sofa with no armrest. You do as you’re told, lying down on the couch with your legs spread for Soldier Boy and your head hanging off the edge with your mouth open for your boss. “Gooood girl,” Harvey praises, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing at his words. With your eyes focused on your boss, you don’t notice Soldier Boy reaching for your blouse, ripping it open without a second thought and sending buttons flying everywhere. You whimper at the sheer force, but it’s quickly silenced by Harvey’s cock in your mouth. Soldier Boy pulls the cups of your bra down, your breasts spilling out of their confines causing him to groan.

“Jesus, where’d you find her, Dent? Fuckin’ perfect slut.”

The comment goes straight to your core, and you’re eager to be filled from both ends again.

“You grab her right here,” Harvey starts, his hand gently wrapping around your throat, “and you can feel how deep she’s taking me.”

“Fuck,” Soldier Boy breathes, replacing Harvey’s hand with his own, his grip slightly firmer. Harvey busies his own hands with your exposed breasts, and Soldier Boy drags his cock through your soaked folds before entering you in one quick thrust. You choke on Harvey’s dick at the abrupt action, causing him to twitch inside you. “Jesus, she does feel even better than she looks,” Soldier Boy remarks, his hips picking up the pace as he begins to pound into you. With every thrust, it sends Harvey’s cock to the back of your throat, and you can feel the pressure of Soldier Boy’s palm on your neck as he feels how deep you can take it.

You’re not sure how long you’re being used from both ends, but you’re enjoying every second of it. With the two men alternating their thrusts, you’re never empty, and you can’t think of the last time you’ve been fucked this dumb. You notice the heat rising in your core again, but you know you can only come with Harvey’s permission. He likes it when you let go on his command. Your pussy clenches around Soldier Boy’s cock in warning.

“Fuck, Dent, I think she’s about to —”

A firm slap gets delivered to your cheek, and you moan around the dick in your mouth.

“She comes when I tell her to,” Harvey says, his voice deep and commanding. “And only when I tell her to.”

“I don’t give a fuck how she comes, as long as it ain’t before me.”

“Oh, it won’t be. She knows better, don’t you, Y/N?”

You nod to the best of your ability before feeling Soldier Boy’s cock twitch inside you. He’s close. He speeds up his thrusts, and they turn from rhythmic to sloppy as he chases his high. It’s getting harder to hold back your own orgasm, but you know better than to test your boss.

“Oh, fuck,” Soldier Boy gasps, and then you feel him filling you up as a sharp smack comes down on your breast with the command that you’ve been waiting for.

“Cum. Now,” Harvey orders, and you're convulsing underneath him once again. Your release seems to trigger his, and before you can come down from your high, you're being filled from both ends. “Good girl,” Harvey praises. “Such a good plaything, aren’t you?” He pulls out of your mouth and looks down at your drool, cum, and tear-streaked face, his blue eyes meeting with yours. You nod in response to his question, breathing heavily as you fill your lungs with air again. You whimper as Soldier Boy pulls out next, leaving you feeling both unbearably empty and incredibly satisfied. You lay on the couch, unmoving, as you watch both men get presentable again, and you suddenly feel very exposed when you realize what you must look like compared to them.

“Bring her to every meeting and you just might get the answers you want,” Soldier Boy comments with a smirk, taking in your abused pussy, his cum dripping from your hole.

Harvey chuckles. “I’ll keep that in mind. Y/N!” he snaps, and you look over to him. He’s got a pen and legal pad in his hand — ones that he pulled out of your purse. “Kneel. On the floor.”

You roll off the couch and drop to your knees as Harvey hands you the stationary and takes a seat where you had just been laying.

“You’ll take your notes on your knees,” he explains, staring down at you before leaning forward and curling his forefinger underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. “And if you do a good job, you might just get to come again.”

#harvey dent fanfic #soldier boy fanfic #soldier boy smut #the boys fanfiction #gotham knights fanfiction

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ziracona · 2 years

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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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