Edward breathed out slowly, looking at Harvey and wondering. What exactly was going on? Was he being underestimated? Certainly wouldn't be the first time. A gun wasn't his usual modus operandi, but he certainly had used one before, he had shot people before. Still, he honestly felt as if it simply didn't occur to Harvey that he'd take advantage.
Touching. Sweet. Naive, perhaps. He reached for the gun and held it, admiring it openly. "That is a beautiful weapon." He knew enough to appreciate that. "Do you like it? How a gun can feel? I remember your gun against my face."
He didn't worry about Edward holding his gun or admiring it, he didn't mean it as an insult, he just didn't have much to fear either way. There were two options, Ed liked the gun or Ed shot him and honestly, it was his suicidal tendency rearing their ugly head that made him so lackadaisy with his weaponry. "I never used to get the appeal of guns. Never had one or wanted one. And then I killed Maroni and I finally got it."
Why people loved them, wanted them, shot up firing ranges, clubs, schools, whatever else. There was a certain rush about it. "I remember discussing gun control with Jim a few times, it's really funny to think back."
Criminals shouldn't have access to guns was the main theme. With a small smile, he held his hand out for the gun. "I remember it, it was our first meeting. Kind of sticks with you."
"See, I never was too into guns to begin with. But there's a certain appeal to their practical fatality, I believe. Besides, with a beautiful weapon like that?" Edward ran a finger along the gun, then looked at Harvey as he closed his hand around the barrel, stroking it. Yes, the phallic imagery really might be entirely on him, Jonathan might have been right with that diagnosis. Not that it had anything to do with his father.
"And then there is the rush, of course. Of holding a gun. Or of being at gunpoint." He lifted the gun, rather than letting Harvey take it, taking aim at his head, still smiling. "You like it too, don't you? That rush."
He looked at Edward and then at the gun, not sure why his heart was racing because it wasn't fear, not really, but something was making his heart beat like wild. He licked his lips and met Edward's eyes, not afraid to stare into the barrel. He wondered what it would be like if he died now at the Riddler's hand. It seemed strangely fitting for his post lawyer lifestyle.
"I guess I do, huh?" He tsked lightly and then leaned back in his seat, diverting his eyes back to his drink and slowly taking a sip, clearly not all that afraid of having a gun on him. "I feel like I died already. Back in the courthouse. It's weird, it's kind of nice to get that rush again. To feel alive. I like it."
Setting his glass down, he looked up and met Edward's eyes. "You wouldn't shoot me."
"You sound so sure of that." It was intriguing more than insulting, Edward leaned forward and moved the gun, so he could press it against Harvey's cheek - on the uninjured side, of course, he didn't want to go that far. He still watched his face, never breaking eye contact. "Do you feel alive now?"
Edward was feeling a lot of things himself, but luckily he trusted this outfit to be able to hide any side-effects of his arousal. "In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron..."
He traced the gun along Harvey's jaw. "Could cut myself on that. Damn. Fuck me, but you are hot."
"I am sure of it. I'm a very good judge of character, it's what made me a good lawyer. I can tell a liar from an honest man or a murderer from an asshole from a dupe." Harvey explained as he inhaled deep, feeling Edward move the gun around his face, the cold barrel of his new gun pressing against his face. Fuck, it was sexy. Why the fuck was it sexy? Why the fuck was a guy sexy? Weird. His eyes flicked up at Edward and he swallowed hard. "You ain't any of those. You just like exciting. Like me. A simple shot is way too boring."
A simple bullet seemed too easy. Besides, he didn't think Edward was the sort to kill for no reason.
"Also, let's face it, I am hot. Why would you want to put a bullet in this pretty face, eh?" Reaching out, he put his hand on the barrel of the gun and gently brought it around to his mouth, kissing the top of it before letting go and making some distance, leaning on the bar and raising an eyebrow. "Am I right or am I right?"
"Tell a liar from an honest man, huh?" Edward was too amused by that to not repeat the statement, thinking how it encompassed what he already anticipated to be Harvey's biggest flow. Being fifty-fifty, seeing the world black and white in a city so full of shady grey.
Still, Harvey certainly wasn't wrong about what he was saying right now. And Edward would have conceded the point right away, but as he watched his lips against the barrel, talking became impossible for the moment. He swallowed, wondering when his mouth had become so dry. "You are right."
There, he'd admit it. "There are so many better things to do with a face like yours."
"You think? Good to know. Same with yours, I ain't gonna pump it full of bullets any time soon." Reaching out, he picked up his drink and smiled behind the rim of the glass. "Besides, we like you, Eddie. Make of that what you will."
Knocking back the drink, he set the glass down and whatever small flare of Two-Face that had appeared was gone as soon as it came but clearly, there was some consensus there.
"So... what's next? You need any more help or are we good?"
"Good question." Ed sipped his drink, mostly so he wouldn't blurt out anything about how they could fuck against the counter right now. Or on one of the tables. Up a wall. Honestly, he wasn't that picky. He tried to will his dick to soften, leaning his head back as he swallowed, then licked his lips. No, the whiskey wasn't really helping, just made him hornier. "I'm good. For now. But it has been a joy, working with you. I got all I bargained for and then some."
He hadn't anticipated the immense attraction. "We have to do this again some time."
"Ditto. I have a few things I want to get done, feel like you're the sort of guy to talk to about that stuff." He wanted to get everything together, he wanted revenge on a few names but he just didn't have anything set out in front of him. "It's like I have all these things I want to do, people I want to deal with but it's too many fucking things in my head. It's so much easier to just walk up to a fucker and blow their head off but that ain't really a statement. Anyone can do that."
He wanted to hurt the Bat and just firing shots at his bullet proof armour was bullshit. "A lot of people in this city owe me. I wanna collect." Turning to look at Edward, he met his eyes and tried not to get lost in them... what? Wait, no. No homo. Just ... they were deep!
"I do know how to deliver a statement, true enough." Edward grinned, seeing no reason to be humble about that. Honestly, he saw little reason to ever be humble about anything, just felt dishonest. "You'd not be the first to come to me to plan a show."
It was quite common, all things considered, for better or worse. Often it led to interesting possibilities, but sometimes it was just about getting tortured or beat up until he provided a plan. He didn't anticipate that being the method Harvey would choose though. "Who is on your list, Harvey? I can think up something for you. Gather information, at least. It always pays to know things."
"I got a list longer than anyone has time for but I got some personal issues with the Bat, you know? I know everyone does but that fucker, he -- he screwed me over! He told me to-- fuck!" Harvey slammed his hand on the bar angrily and then picked up his empty glass and tossed it at the wall. "Fuck him! He stopped me when I was so fucking close, I need to put a bullet in Don Falcone's fucking skull before this year is over. Cause he's the real one who did it, he got me into this fucking mess!"
If it wasn't for Falcone taunting him and causing the whole trial to begin with, he wouldn't have needed Maroni and he never would have been in this mess. The fact that Maroni lived just irked the shit out of him. Taking a deep breath, Harvey calmed himself down and closed his eyes, just trying to find something to recenter himself with.
He soon started playing with his coin, slowly lowering the volume in his voice. "Lots of people fucked with us, Eddie. Lots of people hurt us. We gotta hurt them back."
Since he was dealing with a volatile character here, Ed had anticipated the loss of temper. Still, he took a steadying breath, then refilled his own glass and held it out to Harvey, now that Harvey's glass had been smashed. "Drink something, big guy. Relax."
Two-Face, he assumed. It really was pretty obvious. He reached out with both hands, placing them on his shoulder and massaging them gently. Maybe he should avoid physical contact with the violent psycho, but that just didn't sound like him. "If you want to hurt people, you will. I can show you how to hurt them worst. I know how to find any man's weakest spot. And I trust you'll know how to hit it hard."
Moving forward suddenly, Two-Face reached out and put his hands either side of Edward's face, making sure he was looking at him and only him, meeting his eyes with a determined expression. "Find me Don Falcone and I will never raise a hand against you. Help me with my revenge and you'll have a friend. We're loyal, Ed. Always have been. We don't fuck with people who have our backs."
That was why Bruce Wayne wasn't on any of his lists. Or Jim. He could blame them, sure but he didn't want to. He wanted them to live, deep down. Or Harvey did, at least. "You have such a fucking beautiful mind, you handsome bastard. Use it for me?"
"You know how to sweet-talk me, Two-Face, you know that?" This was interesting. Last time Two-Face had only used plural pronouns, but this time he seemed to be switching it up. Edward wondered whether that was because he was speaking only for one half or because him and Harvey were closer to syncing on this.
"Don Falcone is well protected, I'll grant you, but that doesn't mean I can't find him. I can find anyone. Give you anyone." He had no reason to doubt his ability there. "There are factors to consider though. Falcone is still the king on the board to some, that means many pieces have to be considered. If it's Don Falcone you want, there are others to take care of. Momentarily, at least. No one fancies a shootout against Victor Zsasz."
"Let Zsasz have us, it's worth it. I want him dead. Can't sleep without knowing he's six feet under. Not we slept much before." Two-Face let go of Ed and picked up the drink, settling for that as a way to center himself and calm down. A little whiskey always helped to calm the nerves. "Can't help sweet talking you, Ed. You bring it out in us. Well, me."
Two-Face leaned towards Edward and dropped his voice, stage whispering to Ed with obvious amusement. "Sometimes you can know yourself really well and sometimes, you ain't got no clue. I think Harv knows jackshit about us."
"Zsasz won't have to have you. I have ideas for that. It's not the first time I've thought about how to take out Falcone." Wait. Edward clarified. "Contingency plans. Thought experiments. I like to have some ready for every big player in the city. I can deal with Zsasz for you, come the time."
He knew enough to figure out ways that would avoid it being an issue. At least an issue of Harvey being dead. Two-Face. Both. Because there definitely was a difference and Edward had to smirk, just imagining where this was going. Two-Face was more of a showman. He could appreciate that. "What do you know that he doesn't? I'm curious."
"I guess it's just that, depending on the mood and how we're feeling, I think we could go either way with just about anything." Two-Face looked Edward up and down before raising an eyebrow. And that was all he'd say. Harvey would work it out eventually, he could feel the cogs moving in their head. "Help us with Falcone and we'll split whatever he has left with you. Cause that old bastard isn't just about money, he's got a lot of information."
And he knew Edward valued that a lot. Money didn't seem to be of interest. "I remember when we raided his hideout. The dirt we saw, it was really something."
"Look at that. We have so much in common." Edward crossed his legs, because his pants could only hide so much, and he just felt the cocky confidence he was going for came across better when he wasn't quite so obviously turned on. "Falcone is an institution. I don't doubt I can find a lot around him. Could get a lot out of him, if you don't kill him too fast. Although those old bastards are always so stubborn, but under the right circumstances anyone talks."
He shrugged, reaching up to adjust his tiara. Beautiful. "I can be very persuasive."
"We don't doubt it, princess." Looking at Edward, he smiled as he watched him adjust the tiara, loving how it looked on him. It was run, it was a rush. A weird, happy rush. Not a dark rush like a gun or a fight but the sort of energy he had once, in his past, when he was with Gilda or hanging with Bruce. The thrill of connecting and meaning something to someone again.
"You know, Harv has good tastes. The tiara is perfect." He raised his glass and nodded to Edward. "Here's to further endeavours."
"To a bright future," Edward agreed, unable to raise a glass, since he had so generously given his to Two-Face. Therefore he leaned forward, covered Harvey's hand with his and used that to guide the glass to his lips, locking eyes with him as he tilted the glass and drank. He wasn't about to let him get drunk all along.
He licked his lips after swallowing. "I'll have a lot to think about tonight."
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Touching. Sweet. Naive, perhaps. He reached for the gun and held it, admiring it openly. "That is a beautiful weapon." He knew enough to appreciate that. "Do you like it? How a gun can feel? I remember your gun against my face."
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Why people loved them, wanted them, shot up firing ranges, clubs, schools, whatever else. There was a certain rush about it. "I remember discussing gun control with Jim a few times, it's really funny to think back."
Criminals shouldn't have access to guns was the main theme. With a small smile, he held his hand out for the gun. "I remember it, it was our first meeting. Kind of sticks with you."
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"And then there is the rush, of course. Of holding a gun. Or of being at gunpoint." He lifted the gun, rather than letting Harvey take it, taking aim at his head, still smiling. "You like it too, don't you? That rush."
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"I guess I do, huh?" He tsked lightly and then leaned back in his seat, diverting his eyes back to his drink and slowly taking a sip, clearly not all that afraid of having a gun on him. "I feel like I died already. Back in the courthouse. It's weird, it's kind of nice to get that rush again. To feel alive. I like it."
Setting his glass down, he looked up and met Edward's eyes. "You wouldn't shoot me."
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Edward was feeling a lot of things himself, but luckily he trusted this outfit to be able to hide any side-effects of his arousal. "In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron..."
He traced the gun along Harvey's jaw. "Could cut myself on that. Damn. Fuck me, but you are hot."
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A simple bullet seemed too easy. Besides, he didn't think Edward was the sort to kill for no reason.
"Also, let's face it, I am hot. Why would you want to put a bullet in this pretty face, eh?" Reaching out, he put his hand on the barrel of the gun and gently brought it around to his mouth, kissing the top of it before letting go and making some distance, leaning on the bar and raising an eyebrow. "Am I right or am I right?"
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Still, Harvey certainly wasn't wrong about what he was saying right now. And Edward would have conceded the point right away, but as he watched his lips against the barrel, talking became impossible for the moment. He swallowed, wondering when his mouth had become so dry. "You are right."
There, he'd admit it. "There are so many better things to do with a face like yours."
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Knocking back the drink, he set the glass down and whatever small flare of Two-Face that had appeared was gone as soon as it came but clearly, there was some consensus there.
"So... what's next? You need any more help or are we good?"
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He hadn't anticipated the immense attraction. "We have to do this again some time."
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He wanted to hurt the Bat and just firing shots at his bullet proof armour was bullshit. "A lot of people in this city owe me. I wanna collect." Turning to look at Edward, he met his eyes and tried not to get lost in them... what? Wait, no. No homo. Just ... they were deep!
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It was quite common, all things considered, for better or worse. Often it led to interesting possibilities, but sometimes it was just about getting tortured or beat up until he provided a plan. He didn't anticipate that being the method Harvey would choose though. "Who is on your list, Harvey? I can think up something for you. Gather information, at least. It always pays to know things."
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If it wasn't for Falcone taunting him and causing the whole trial to begin with, he wouldn't have needed Maroni and he never would have been in this mess. The fact that Maroni lived just irked the shit out of him. Taking a deep breath, Harvey calmed himself down and closed his eyes, just trying to find something to recenter himself with.
He soon started playing with his coin, slowly lowering the volume in his voice. "Lots of people fucked with us, Eddie. Lots of people hurt us. We gotta hurt them back."
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Two-Face, he assumed. It really was pretty obvious. He reached out with both hands, placing them on his shoulder and massaging them gently. Maybe he should avoid physical contact with the violent psycho, but that just didn't sound like him. "If you want to hurt people, you will. I can show you how to hurt them worst. I know how to find any man's weakest spot. And I trust you'll know how to hit it hard."
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That was why Bruce Wayne wasn't on any of his lists. Or Jim. He could blame them, sure but he didn't want to. He wanted them to live, deep down. Or Harvey did, at least. "You have such a fucking beautiful mind, you handsome bastard. Use it for me?"
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"Don Falcone is well protected, I'll grant you, but that doesn't mean I can't find him. I can find anyone. Give you anyone." He had no reason to doubt his ability there. "There are factors to consider though. Falcone is still the king on the board to some, that means many pieces have to be considered. If it's Don Falcone you want, there are others to take care of. Momentarily, at least. No one fancies a shootout against Victor Zsasz."
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Two-Face leaned towards Edward and dropped his voice, stage whispering to Ed with obvious amusement. "Sometimes you can know yourself really well and sometimes, you ain't got no clue. I think Harv knows jackshit about us."
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He knew enough to figure out ways that would avoid it being an issue. At least an issue of Harvey being dead. Two-Face. Both. Because there definitely was a difference and Edward had to smirk, just imagining where this was going. Two-Face was more of a showman. He could appreciate that. "What do you know that he doesn't? I'm curious."
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And he knew Edward valued that a lot. Money didn't seem to be of interest. "I remember when we raided his hideout. The dirt we saw, it was really something."
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He shrugged, reaching up to adjust his tiara. Beautiful. "I can be very persuasive."
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"You know, Harv has good tastes. The tiara is perfect." He raised his glass and nodded to Edward. "Here's to further endeavours."
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He licked his lips after swallowing. "I'll have a lot to think about tonight."