"Riddle me this! Who has a landline?" Edward entered Harvey's hideout while announcing himself with a riddle of sorts. More or less. "An intriguing one, that riddle, because I'm not actually certain of the answer. I just know that I do not have one."
He pushed his hat back, looking around. "Love what you've done with the place... Subtle touches."
He was in full costume, meaning that he was wearing a green three-piece suit and a green mask. Eyeliner and purple fingernails to make the ensemble complete, because he didn't want to half-ass this. Or anything, really, he was there with his full ass - which was looking particularly fine in these pants, for the record. "Anyway. You called?"
"I figured everyone had one. How else do you get in touch with people?" Harvey always used his landline, he never understood those portable ones. They just sort of freaked him out.
Harvey looked around the building they were in and nodded. There was certainly an aesthetic. A very torn aesthetic but it was there. One half dark, one half bright and both sides were a bit of a mess honestly. He was a guy, he didn't think he had to find any order so it was kind of chaos everywhere. At least Harvey seemed to be embracing the rogue vibes now, after such a long time of resisting.
His face was looking better too, he had a surface level procedure on it to make sure it was no longer raw and open so for now, he was in the best health he had been in a while. Thanks to Ed's tip, anyway. The doctor was good at his job and not a total dickhead so that was a win.
Harvey walked over and held out the gun and a wad of cash. "Here's your stuff back, handsome. I appreciate it, really do. You helped me a lot."
"Don't mention it. No skin off my back." Edward reached for the money first, running a finger along the edge quickly to count it and then immediately putting it in his inside pocket. He picked up the gun, but just held it, mostly debating where to put it. Generally, he did not carry a gun, so this suit actually wasn't equipped for it. Maybe the other inside pocket? Had to unload it first, maybe, and he wasn't sure how suave that would look.
He decided to solve the issue later, looking at Harvey instead. "I see someone is looking fresh-faced. Everything all right with the doc?"
He had already gotten the information on that, of course, but there was no need to let Harvey know of that. "Suddenly I get the feeling you'll be hanging around a lot longer. Nice digs. Really loving the theme commitment."
"Went pretty okay, didn't want to stay after but I did all the aftercare stuff they talked about and it seemed to have worked out. All they did was put on some grafting so the nerves ain't exposed." It didn't change a lot, he was still in a ridiculous amount of pain and scarred as hell but he had some pretty swanky painkillers.
He walked over to the table where he had a lot of his weapons and documents, moving them all around until he found what he wanted. A green greetings bag used for giving presents. And boy did he have a hell of a present for Edward.
Coming over, he held it out. "I got into the second bank of Gotham. Once I had the cash, I got my men to use some contacts and here it is - I got what I promised."
Harvey always delivered on a promise. "Tell me if it works for you."
"Oh, my. Usually men always let me down." Edward knew what to expect, yet he was surprised anyway. His eyes wide, he walked over, hesitant as he reached out and finally took the tiara from Harvey. "It's beautiful..."
Real stones, he could tell that much on one glance. Didn't keep him from inspecting it closer, admiring the craftmanship from all angles. "I so do not have the right shoes to go with this." Or the right anything, really. Still, that did not stop him. He put the tiara on, adjusting it slightly and then looking up to meet Harvey's eyes, grinning at him. "It's beautiful, don't you think?"
There, that should shut up Echo and Query. Helping out Harvey had definitely been a good investment. "Thank you ever so. Can't wait to work more with you in the future. I really need the right necklace to go with this."
"Suits you." Harvey thought Ed was a serious character - he was so fucking funny. What a weird guy. He was so out there, so campy and weird. Queer as hell but he kind of liked it. He was aggressively himself and it was refreshing in a place like Gotham. "I got good taste in jewellery so you'll never be short of decent gifts. Or, at least, I've been told as much. Dunno if Gilda lied to me or what but she always seemed happy."
Harvey shrugged his shoulders and then turned away, walking back over to the table and leaning against it. He turned his head, looking at Edward curiously.
"You did me a solid, Edward. I appreciate that. You can't trust people in this world but you ain't let me down yet. So, yeah, we should keep it up. Working together, you know? Not all the time but we could do beautiful things together." He didn't doubt it for a second.
"I rather think we could." Of course, the beautiful things that came to his mind were unlikely to be the beautiful things that came to Harvey's mind. "Invaluable, hard to come by, risky to give and impossible to repair. How about we drink to it?"
Well, he didn't want to be too pushy, but he felt they could probably use a drink. He knew he could. "Statistically, I'm a lot more likely to be the betrayed than the betrayer, if that reassures you at all."
Perhaps not. It was the song and dance of all the rogues, after all, Edward wasn't expecting a hugely different dynamic there. "You've only kicked me once so far, so that's a less volatile partnership than a lot that I've had in the past." What did that say about him? Probably nothing good.
He pulled out his phone, which was decidedly not a landline, using it to try and get a good picture of himself wearing the tiara. For the girls, of course.
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?"
"Whiskey is good for me, just like my old man used to smell off. Although this stuff here is a lot higher quality, I can tell that from here." Ed shrugged, then smiled as he nodded in agreement. "My meds aren't supposed to be mixed with liquor either, but whatever. I can just get a taxi home and I wasn't planning on operating any heavy machinery tonight."
So what was the worst that could happen? He laughed in surprise, but then handed his phone over to Harvey, having made his way there. "Sure, take one. I bet I look just gorgeous from your point of view."
"I never see guys in tiaras so trust me, Eddie, you're a fucking vision." Harvey grinned at Ed and then raised the phone, taking the picture for him and getting a few good ones, laughing as he did it cause this was so ridiculous. Edward was the funniest guy he knew, hands down. He held the phone back out and accidentally brushed fingers against Edward as he did so. "You're a wild one, man. Real fucking wild."
He came over and put an arm around Edward, leading him to the table and then giving him a half hug. "Let's toast to not stabbing each other in the back yet. He came over and poured Edward a glass before holding it out to him with a dumb smile. "To bad decisions and good company."
"Wild and beautiful," Ed corrected, because he might as well. Especially since his fingers were tingling where they had brushed with Harvey's and, the hell with it, he might as well embrace it. He hadn't had a crush in so long. Leaning into Harvey as he led him, he tried to not be too endeared by his little smile and failed miserably. "Darling, I'll be the worst decision and the best company for you."
He clinked their glasses together and then took a good long sip, because he had to find some way to keep himself from saying something even more suggestive. He really needed to shush himself sometimes. "So, my friend, what do you think? Two henchwomen to complete your aesthetic? One angel, one devil?"
"Sounds pretty hot." He wasn't gonna lie, henchwomen sounded so sexy but he wasn't sure how effective they would be. Besides, he didn't like girls getting hurt. Maybe they'd just be pretty props. "Just gotta hire 'em. I'm bad at that stuff. Hiring. I've just been going after gangsters I can bully into joining me. I don't really know what to do about hiring girls, you know?"
Not many female gangsters in this time and if they were gangsters, they usually stuck with their own kind. Harvey knocked back some whiskey and then smiled up at Edward. "Where'd you find your girls? They're cute."
"A few years ago I went to a BDSM club, we had a session together, got to talking afterwards. Bit of a role reversal then, these days they take orders from me instead." Which had been a little kinky to begin with, in all honesty, but by now the patterns were well established and they were largely platonic. Not Echo and Query with one another, obviously, but them with him. "They are cute though, aren't they? I'll tell them you said so, they both agreed with me on how hot you are."
There had been conversations about that. About other things too, of course. "As long as you know how to be a gentleman, I'm sure you won't struggle finding the right fit for you."
Huh. Ed had sex with girls? Weird. Though the BDSM shit, that seemed about right. Edward seemed like a sexual deviant, though he wasn't sure why he pegged him for one. He just had that vibe. Bit slutty, honestly, if guys could even be called that. No shade on him though, he was living his best life. "I was hot, Ed. Was. Come on, I ain't now. This whole situation?"
He gestured to his face and then down a little. "It's a mess. You think the face is bad, you should see the top of my chest. Some of my shirt fused into it and it got infected. It's better now but like-- hang on."
Harvey took off his shirt just to show Edward. A very normal thing to do. Okay, yeah, he was higher than he was aware of. "See, it's fucked up."
"...uh-huh." What had they been talking about? Ed still wasn't sure why this had happened, but, frankly, he was tempted to take pictures again. Instead, even more daringly, he put a hand on Harvey's chest, just below where the markings ended. And really simply to feel that solid chest. Who looked like that? God must have had an especially inspired day when chiselling him. "Wabi-Sabi."
That likely sounded like nonsense. So, with two hands on Harvey's body now, one on his chest, one on his stomach, he explained himself. "The Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection. Rather than find faults in cracks, tears and other imperfections, the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi encourages us to appreciate that nothing is truly perfect or permanent."
He looked up, meeting Harvey's eyes. Oh. He must have gotten a bit closer. Clearing his throat, Ed pretended to himself that his face wasn't hot. "It adds something. Gives you character. Let's just say, back in the courtroom? I'd no issue focusing with you around."
Now, however? Here he was, feeling him up with just a hint of shame. Well, Harvey had stripped. "I'll still maintain that your chest is heaven-blessed. So hard and firm."
At least Harvey didn't seem to have any gay panic right now or anything. He didn't look ready to beat the guy or pick a fight but then, he may not have been queer himself but he didn't hate people who were. He was accepting of that kind of stuff. Dudes could be gay, women, whatever - as long as they were good people. Or, these days, as long as they didn't piss him off.
He liked what Edward said though and hmmed in interest, smiling a little. "Wabi-Sabi. I like it. You're sweet on me, ain't you? It's cute."
Letting Edward stroke his chest, he didn't move but he did tense a little so Edward could feel every muscle. "I got back into working out. I'm benching up to 130 now, getting even stronger than I've ever been. Fighting more these days too, means you got to be more in shape." He cocked his head to the side and smirked. "I always fucking hated being called Apollo and pretty boy, was fucking weak and boring. I like this more. I like the imperfection. I like Wabi-Sabi."
The things he could do to that body. The things he wanted to do to that body. The ways he was ready to worship him. Damn, he wanted to lick him. Wanted to feel his back as well, wanted to watch every muscle move. Wanted to make him come, obviously. Ed knew that he was getting too into that, his vivid imagination really not helping matters. His breath caught a little, so he cleared his throat and looked at Harvey again, deciding he might as well be open about it. Clearly he was not about to do a good job of hiding it. "If you ever gave me an inch, I'd be down on my knees taking in all of your inches."
And he was sure Harvey knew what he meant there. He smiled in a charming way that maybe wasn't quite dirty enough to match the words he'd just said, shrugging his shoulders. "Mythical Apollo was a bit of a jerk anyway. If you ask me, you fit Dionysus more. The twice born, that's what his name translates to. Zagreus was destroyed by those envious of how beloved he was, and Dionysus was reborn from his remains."
Why not follow his shamelessness up with some Greek mythology? "Here's to Dionysus, God of wine." Ed reached for his drink to finish it off, licking his lips after. "And ecstasy."
"You're the first guy to ever offer me a blow job." Many women had but never a guy. And now, here he was, processing that offer with strangely conflicted feelings. He hadn't expected that. Maybe he was just horny? God, he needed to get himself a girl or he'd ever up doing Nygma or something. "I'm straight, Ed. But I appreciate the offer-- It's weird that I even thought twice so there you go, take that as a compliment."
He sat down on the chest, no shirt on still, sipping his whiskey as he contemplated... well, everything. "I'm pretty fucking hard up and the meds I had in Arkham gave me a limp dick. I don't miss them." He licked his lips and then looked up at Edward. "You're real smart, I like it. Dionysus, Wabi-Sabi, medical advise - you know fucking everything."
"Maybe think on it some more. If you thought about it twice, third time might be the charm." Hey, why not? He was pretty confident now, there had to be some give. Harvey kept being handsy with him, in spite of - Ed assumed - believing him to be gay and now knowing for a fact that he was into him. There was being confident in your heterosexuality and there was being flexible. He had a feeling that Harvey might just have to stretch a little bit more. "Either way, I'm flattered."
Sincerely. He poured himself more whiskey, nodding his head. "They want me to take meds that'd make me limp and fat. I've got different ones out here." Ones that weren't nearly as revolting in their side-effects.
Ed laughed, nodding his head. "Universal genius. That's what you challenged me on, isn't it? What I truly excel in is finding the most innovative ways to screw myself over. Just look at me now, such a crush on the straight guy. What's a boy to do? I'll have to cry myself to sleep tonight. After drawing some hearts around your name somewhere."
"Just imagine I'm a lousy lay and take a cold shower. I believe in you, Eddie. You can get through it. Besides, you could do better." He was pretty sure a guy like Ed could have any gay guy he wanted. All that charm, all that razzle-dazzle and the fucking confidence - he had to be a catch to the gays, right? He seemed like he would be. Harvey pulled out his cigarettes and then paused, looking at Ed.
"Can I smoke or are you not into it?" Yes, he was asking. Okay, the rogue thing was still a working progress but he didn't want to blow smoke in his face. "Helps me unwind. I don't take any meds right now but the pain ones. 500mg of something sweet, some smokes and some booze. Gets me through the day with my dick in tact and my brain not mush."
And that was all he wanted right now. "Universal genius, must be handy though. I like that. I like smarts, they're -- they're not easy but they're impressive."
"You're not exactly a slouch in the brain department, are you? Getting your LSAT scores, following that up with your legal career and, hey, you were the only lawyer I was ever up against who knew the law as well as I did." Ed patted his chest, because he hadn't told him to stop yet. Why not? "Brain and brawn. You're the whole package. It's like Bane without the Philosophy 101 and steroids."
A dream come true. "Smoke away, I'm used to it. Can't stand the smell, but your company makes it worthwhile." It was ever so endearing that he asked. Last guy smoking at him had been that damn doctor in Arkham. He wanted to feed him his cigarettes. Maybe he would, one day, if he didn't get killed off first.
"I should get like, I dunno, nice scented smokes. Get the ones that smell of fruit or menthol or something." Harvey mused idly cause yes, he intended to be in Ed's company often and he didn't want to offend him with his gross smoke. He blew smoke into the air and then exhaled in satisfaction, trying to keep the smoke away from Ed. "I dunno if I'm a genius or anything, I doubt it, I just wanted more than what my dad wanted and I didn't want to end up some Narrows scum that dealt drugs or did the legwork for a mob boss. I wanted to change the city."
Oh, the beautiful irony. It did not work. "Being a lawyer seemed like a good career, you know? Lots to know, lots to study, never boring and you're always busy. I'm a workaholic. It's hard to turn off."
"See, I just wanted to be a little shit smart enough to get away with everything he does." And he was, he could be, could have been, if only his own mind wouldn't get in the way of it. He watched as Harvey smoked, wanting to run a finger along that line of his face, down his throat. Beautiful, it really was. The very image of masculine beauty, spiced up with some body horror. How was he supposed to resist that allure? "I never bothered with education after high school. I knew more than anyone else I'd ever met."
Still held true, for the most part. "You can just delve into rogue work now. There's a way to shape this city."
"It is. I think I made more changes as a rogue than I did in the system, going to court, working 80 hour weeks. It's a fucking waste." He busted his ass and got little reward so yeah, it was nice to see an impact when he actually did stuff. Like when he wanted things to go his way, they usually did. It was nice. He liked it. "I got friends in low places and I ain't gonna complain. I think the future of Gotham is gonna be shaped by the rogues. You, me, the fucking Joker and then Penguin and every other stupid name under the sun."
Harvey smirked and blew smoke aside, looking at Ed with a smile. "We can help each other. You can be my brain and I'll be your muscle. Within reason, of course. Just backing each other up, keeping each other safe. I got your back, Eddie." And he meant it. Genuine and real. "Let's see if we can't keep this shit going. Not all rogues betray."
"Sweetheart, if you never break into my apartment to make me come up with a plan for you at gunpoint in the middle of the night, you'll have done better by me than about 80% of the others." Honestly, he would have moved, but what was the point? The Joker was bound to find out his new address and from there it would always trickle down. Inevitable. "You've been accepted. Time was, the Joker and I would vet who was worthy. These days, it kind of seems to sort itself out. I can tell you're a big name."
Already was, really. "I won't even make you seal it with a kiss." The Joker usually did.
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He pushed his hat back, looking around. "Love what you've done with the place... Subtle touches."
He was in full costume, meaning that he was wearing a green three-piece suit and a green mask. Eyeliner and purple fingernails to make the ensemble complete, because he didn't want to half-ass this. Or anything, really, he was there with his full ass - which was looking particularly fine in these pants, for the record. "Anyway. You called?"
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Harvey looked around the building they were in and nodded. There was certainly an aesthetic. A very torn aesthetic but it was there. One half dark, one half bright and both sides were a bit of a mess honestly. He was a guy, he didn't think he had to find any order so it was kind of chaos everywhere. At least Harvey seemed to be embracing the rogue vibes now, after such a long time of resisting.
His face was looking better too, he had a surface level procedure on it to make sure it was no longer raw and open so for now, he was in the best health he had been in a while. Thanks to Ed's tip, anyway. The doctor was good at his job and not a total dickhead so that was a win.
Harvey walked over and held out the gun and a wad of cash. "Here's your stuff back, handsome. I appreciate it, really do. You helped me a lot."
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He decided to solve the issue later, looking at Harvey instead. "I see someone is looking fresh-faced. Everything all right with the doc?"
He had already gotten the information on that, of course, but there was no need to let Harvey know of that. "Suddenly I get the feeling you'll be hanging around a lot longer. Nice digs. Really loving the theme commitment."
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He walked over to the table where he had a lot of his weapons and documents, moving them all around until he found what he wanted. A green greetings bag used for giving presents. And boy did he have a hell of a present for Edward.
Coming over, he held it out. "I got into the second bank of Gotham. Once I had the cash, I got my men to use some contacts and here it is - I got what I promised."
Harvey always delivered on a promise. "Tell me if it works for you."
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Real stones, he could tell that much on one glance. Didn't keep him from inspecting it closer, admiring the craftmanship from all angles. "I so do not have the right shoes to go with this." Or the right anything, really. Still, that did not stop him. He put the tiara on, adjusting it slightly and then looking up to meet Harvey's eyes, grinning at him. "It's beautiful, don't you think?"
There, that should shut up Echo and Query. Helping out Harvey had definitely been a good investment. "Thank you ever so. Can't wait to work more with you in the future. I really need the right necklace to go with this."
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Harvey shrugged his shoulders and then turned away, walking back over to the table and leaning against it. He turned his head, looking at Edward curiously.
"You did me a solid, Edward. I appreciate that. You can't trust people in this world but you ain't let me down yet. So, yeah, we should keep it up. Working together, you know? Not all the time but we could do beautiful things together." He didn't doubt it for a second.
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Well, he didn't want to be too pushy, but he felt they could probably use a drink. He knew he could. "Statistically, I'm a lot more likely to be the betrayed than the betrayer, if that reassures you at all."
Perhaps not. It was the song and dance of all the rogues, after all, Edward wasn't expecting a hugely different dynamic there. "You've only kicked me once so far, so that's a less volatile partnership than a lot that I've had in the past." What did that say about him? Probably nothing good.
He pulled out his phone, which was decidedly not a landline, using it to try and get a good picture of himself wearing the tiara. For the girls, of course.
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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?"
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So what was the worst that could happen? He laughed in surprise, but then handed his phone over to Harvey, having made his way there. "Sure, take one. I bet I look just gorgeous from your point of view."
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He came over and put an arm around Edward, leading him to the table and then giving him a half hug. "Let's toast to not stabbing each other in the back yet. He came over and poured Edward a glass before holding it out to him with a dumb smile. "To bad decisions and good company."
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He clinked their glasses together and then took a good long sip, because he had to find some way to keep himself from saying something even more suggestive. He really needed to shush himself sometimes. "So, my friend, what do you think? Two henchwomen to complete your aesthetic? One angel, one devil?"
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Not many female gangsters in this time and if they were gangsters, they usually stuck with their own kind. Harvey knocked back some whiskey and then smiled up at Edward. "Where'd you find your girls? They're cute."
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There had been conversations about that. About other things too, of course. "As long as you know how to be a gentleman, I'm sure you won't struggle finding the right fit for you."
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He gestured to his face and then down a little. "It's a mess. You think the face is bad, you should see the top of my chest. Some of my shirt fused into it and it got infected. It's better now but like-- hang on."
Harvey took off his shirt just to show Edward. A very normal thing to do. Okay, yeah, he was higher than he was aware of. "See, it's fucked up."
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That likely sounded like nonsense. So, with two hands on Harvey's body now, one on his chest, one on his stomach, he explained himself. "The Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection. Rather than find faults in cracks, tears and other imperfections, the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi encourages us to appreciate that nothing is truly perfect or permanent."
He looked up, meeting Harvey's eyes. Oh. He must have gotten a bit closer. Clearing his throat, Ed pretended to himself that his face wasn't hot. "It adds something. Gives you character. Let's just say, back in the courtroom? I'd no issue focusing with you around."
Now, however? Here he was, feeling him up with just a hint of shame. Well, Harvey had stripped. "I'll still maintain that your chest is heaven-blessed. So hard and firm."
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At least Harvey didn't seem to have any gay panic right now or anything. He didn't look ready to beat the guy or pick a fight but then, he may not have been queer himself but he didn't hate people who were. He was accepting of that kind of stuff. Dudes could be gay, women, whatever - as long as they were good people. Or, these days, as long as they didn't piss him off.
He liked what Edward said though and hmmed in interest, smiling a little. "Wabi-Sabi. I like it. You're sweet on me, ain't you? It's cute."
Letting Edward stroke his chest, he didn't move but he did tense a little so Edward could feel every muscle. "I got back into working out. I'm benching up to 130 now, getting even stronger than I've ever been. Fighting more these days too, means you got to be more in shape." He cocked his head to the side and smirked. "I always fucking hated being called Apollo and pretty boy, was fucking weak and boring. I like this more. I like the imperfection. I like Wabi-Sabi."
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And he was sure Harvey knew what he meant there. He smiled in a charming way that maybe wasn't quite dirty enough to match the words he'd just said, shrugging his shoulders. "Mythical Apollo was a bit of a jerk anyway. If you ask me, you fit Dionysus more. The twice born, that's what his name translates to. Zagreus was destroyed by those envious of how beloved he was, and Dionysus was reborn from his remains."
Why not follow his shamelessness up with some Greek mythology? "Here's to Dionysus, God of wine." Ed reached for his drink to finish it off, licking his lips after. "And ecstasy."
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"You're the first guy to ever offer me a blow job." Many women had but never a guy. And now, here he was, processing that offer with strangely conflicted feelings. He hadn't expected that. Maybe he was just horny? God, he needed to get himself a girl or he'd ever up doing Nygma or something. "I'm straight, Ed. But I appreciate the offer-- It's weird that I even thought twice so there you go, take that as a compliment."
He sat down on the chest, no shirt on still, sipping his whiskey as he contemplated... well, everything. "I'm pretty fucking hard up and the meds I had in Arkham gave me a limp dick. I don't miss them." He licked his lips and then looked up at Edward. "You're real smart, I like it. Dionysus, Wabi-Sabi, medical advise - you know fucking everything."
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Sincerely. He poured himself more whiskey, nodding his head. "They want me to take meds that'd make me limp and fat. I've got different ones out here." Ones that weren't nearly as revolting in their side-effects.
Ed laughed, nodding his head. "Universal genius. That's what you challenged me on, isn't it? What I truly excel in is finding the most innovative ways to screw myself over. Just look at me now, such a crush on the straight guy. What's a boy to do? I'll have to cry myself to sleep tonight. After drawing some hearts around your name somewhere."
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"Can I smoke or are you not into it?" Yes, he was asking. Okay, the rogue thing was still a working progress but he didn't want to blow smoke in his face. "Helps me unwind. I don't take any meds right now but the pain ones. 500mg of something sweet, some smokes and some booze. Gets me through the day with my dick in tact and my brain not mush."
And that was all he wanted right now. "Universal genius, must be handy though. I like that. I like smarts, they're -- they're not easy but they're impressive."
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A dream come true. "Smoke away, I'm used to it. Can't stand the smell, but your company makes it worthwhile." It was ever so endearing that he asked. Last guy smoking at him had been that damn doctor in Arkham. He wanted to feed him his cigarettes. Maybe he would, one day, if he didn't get killed off first.
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Oh, the beautiful irony. It did not work. "Being a lawyer seemed like a good career, you know? Lots to know, lots to study, never boring and you're always busy. I'm a workaholic. It's hard to turn off."
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Still held true, for the most part. "You can just delve into rogue work now. There's a way to shape this city."
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Harvey smirked and blew smoke aside, looking at Ed with a smile. "We can help each other. You can be my brain and I'll be your muscle. Within reason, of course. Just backing each other up, keeping each other safe. I got your back, Eddie." And he meant it. Genuine and real. "Let's see if we can't keep this shit going. Not all rogues betray."
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Already was, really. "I won't even make you seal it with a kiss." The Joker usually did.
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