"Kickboxing, jogging, weight lifting, sometimes crossfit if I could find the time. I haven't worked out in a while, this ain't even my peak." Harvey lamented because it was strangely nice to have something resembling a normal conversation, even if it was with a fucking asshole like Nygma. It wasn't about his face or his change or anything like that. Working out. Very easy going, very nice. "I can bench press 127kg these days, my goal is 150 kg."

He only wished he could have fought Maroni fair and square. He'd never have gotten the acid even close. All it took was a fucking bullet in the end, when the game wasn't fun and he was lost in pain but it would have been nice to trash the bastard. "You lift?"