#* ecopoison .

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☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up

the corners of his mouth point downwards as he hears the noise spilling out the ICEBERG LOUNGE's main entrance . the heavy door was only opened momentarily only to be shut again to the dismay of the small queue forming outside . but it had been enough for the unbearable music to hit the district attorney right in the chest . that was the sound of vice , corruption and excess . three monsters dent was currently battling with . he exhaled through his nose , shaking his head at both the club and his date .

" ㅤi don't get what you like about this place .ㅤ "ㅤㅤ harvey finally mentioned keeping his hands buried in his trench coat . isley was a strange one ; her ferocious passion for the environment and the justice it was owed had pulled him in but it was THE MYSTERY which had kept him hooked . hard techno and large concrete warehouses did not seem to suit the likes of her . and yet , pamela had insisted on visiting the iceberg lounge that evening . half of dent had feared there might be more insidious intentions at hand , the other half was working hard to ignore all possible red flags .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ "ㅤ you know there's something going on down in the basement , right ? they probably have some fucked up dog fighting pit for these all of these sick bastards to bet on while they drink baby's tears out of martini gla ㅤ--- ㅤ"

one single touch from pamela was enough to silence dent . her finger pressed up against his lips and the district attorney's bitterness quickly melted away to reveal something sheepish . he sighed and wrapped a hand around the redhead's wrist to refocus his lips and press a small chaste kiss against her knuckles .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" ㅤsorry . i'll be good .ㅤ "

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harvey 🤝 ivy = fighting over the best table in oswald's club (ivy wins, sorry harvey, she likes the ladies more than you.)

ivy's there to see the pretty ladies and have a grand ol' time , harvey is there to have a complete mental breakdown in front of the staff and break the fine china .

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[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

the sudden yank did little to set his wrist free from the thick layer of vines currently constricting dent's arm . the gun had four bullets left but was just out of reach , now laying on a bright and moist flowerbed ㅤ( ㅤpassion flowers , harvey thought , surprised that he'd remember such a thingㅤ )ㅤ . the density of the jungle air made the disgraced district attorney sick . his tirade against the filth of gotham had been cut short simply because ivy's precious greenhouse might have been yet another random casualty . now he was trapped by the flora and fauna of pamela's domain . the scent of gunpowder and gasoline , THAT was what they truly ached for ㅤㅤ---ㅤㅤ he ached for .

she's here . somewhere amidst the foliage , watching with that bright stare dent had once been so enthralled by . a shade of bright red emerges from the green but harvey chooses to claw at the vines keeping him captive instead of greeting his host ㅤ... ㅤhe knows what sort of fate awaits men who fall victim to poison ivy's spell ; HARVEY HAD LEARNED HIS LESSON . scarred fingers manage to rip off some of the lateral shoots but , no matter how much he grits his teeth or yanks , all harvey manages is to nearly dislocate his shoulder .

ㅤㅤhe looks terrible ; like a trapped animal , already scarred from some previous hunt . and yet , when she touches him she's gentle . slender fingers guide his chin and dent can feel humidity touch his exposed teethㅤㅤ --- ㅤㅤwould pamela cringe at the sight of his lumpy pink flesh ? would she wince at the twisted paths covering his left cheek ? SHE SHOULD ; specially looking the way she didㅤ ( had she become more beautiful ? was that possible ? ) ㅤ. when their eyes meet , pamela looks otherworldly . half of harvey had to fight the urge to kiss her . the other half fought the urge to bite a chunk out of her .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdent exhaled through his nose , realising he had been holding his breath this whole time . " that's close enough , isley . " he said , still sounding like himself .

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it's funny, how they can doubt you and blame you in the same breath.

he had been aching to speak to her : ever since that woman had walked into the hotel lobby harvey had become unable to focus on any conversation topic that did not involve the redhead .ㅤ THERE WAS A GLOW TO HER ; ㅤsomething bright and dense ... like a tropical storm , weighing the air with a sickly sweetness that invaded every inch of the respiratory system .

this was supposed to be his fundraiser , an attempt to get harvey dent on equal footing with his wealthier opponents . but he had spent most of the night glancing over his supporters' shoulders , watching the back of her head , wondering if her voice would be as pretty as her smile . DR. PAMELA ISLEY , he'd eventually learn , was a genius in the field of botanics . harvey dent would not pretend to know anything on the subject but , for her , he was willing to learn .

it's at the hotel bar , after a particularly unpleasant interaction with one of the other candidates looking to become gotham's district attorney , that she appears ㅤ--- ㅤhow had harvey not noticed her lingering there ( ㅤhow had he even managed to pull his eyes away from doctor isley for one secondㅤ ) ? when she speaks , dent gives a small facial shrug , doing his best to feign nonchalance .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" in my line of work you're lucky if you manage to inspire anything within people . even if it's doubt . " he thanks the bartender for the glass of dark lager and turns to face pamela . " the , uh , " it's when he meets her gaze that harvey falters . HE HAD NEVER SEEN EYES QUITE LIKE HERS . he chuckled , embarrassed for his own startlement . " being blamed part ㅤ---ㅤ that i'm not so keen on . "