If there's one person, it's you.
So the prompt was dragons, but I got carried away and wrote 1200 or so words of Harvey with TB and his best mate Crown Prince Bruce Wayne of Gotham snuggling him. There will be dragons in Chapter 2, for plot purposes.
“Harvey!” Bruce hissed at his best friend through the crack of the window, glancing furtively up into the starred night sky. “Harv, wake up, I have a situation.” His friend groaned a little, shuffling deeper into his cocoon of blankets. Nothing else for it, then, sighed Bruce, but to go in. He hated having to intrude on Harvey’s private spaces without invite – it wasn’t like the Narrows allowed many people the privacy Harvey protected so vehemently.
Bruce carefully pressed himself through the tiny window. These little flats were at most three rooms, and Harvey’s was a single room with a shared toilet down the corridor that only worked four days in a week. Cholera was a risk that still existed here, much to Bruce’s despair and morbid amazement. Cholera, and all the other diseases found in city slums. Diphtheria. Typhoid. Measles, rubella, deficiency diseases like rickets and scurvy. The packet of medicine in his chest pocket felt far too light.
Harvey barely awoke as Bruce whispered his name again. The hard floor was worn smooth with age, but it felt like they were forever plucking splinters out of each other’s palms and feet and knees and elbows. If only the dragons would come back – they’d take down the corrupted government and their healing breath could cure all the desperate poor, especially the children. Pushing himself to his knees, Bruce repeated Harvey’s name louder. They couldn’t wake the neighbours; nobody could know that the young Crowned Prince was sneaking into the slum of all slums to visit the disowned son of the Narrows’ cruelest man.
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