Harvey moved across the room and opened the doors of what looked like a storage cupboard. Inside, there was an insane amount of different kinds of booze. "Every time I knock down a gangster, I raid his liquor. What's your poison, Ed? I got whiskey, brandy, scotch, beer, wine and whatever the fuck port is." He didn't know what it was but it seemed like something Bruce Wayne would drink on his yachts.

Harvey got himself a whiskey and set it down, getting himself a glass and pouring one. "I'm on some strong meds and I ain't supposed to drink but rules are made to be broken." And he'd been drinking all week anyway so clearly, it wasn't a big deal.

He watched Edward try to take a picture and huffed out a laugh. "You want me to take it for you?"