#facesplit

[brokentoys]

@facesplit​ SENT :

“  come on. let’s get out of here. " / Twoface who knows if you're going to have a goodtime or a badtime with this guy

IT  MAY  BE  A  BAD  IDEA.  perhaps  he  should  be  cautious.  but,  harvey  &  even  harv  were  both  company  eddie  happened  to  enjoy.  &...  well,  his  brain  was  a  bit  cloudy  right  now,  also.  with  a  mischievous  smile,  eddie  agrees,  “  alright  -  i’ll  tag  along.  ”

[maximummusesarch]

‘I’m not the beast they’ve made me out to be…I’ve done some good things.’ / for Damian please

random sentence starters

"I'm not Batman. My trust isn't so easily gained by platitudes and rose-colored memoirs of better times."

[movedcrimefightr]

‘BRUCE?! ‘ a hand on either side of his head. The broken man (men) was spinning! He (they) couldn’t concentrate. Wayne wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t supposed to happen. ‘I don’t want to hurt you! ‘ the words frail from dichotomous (half) lip.\

HE TURNED IN COMPLETE ALARM. Hard lines to his shoulder. Jaw set and gaze narrowed. Fingers ready to curl on a weapon hidden in his coat but it isn’t the usual chaos of man men he is so used to finding. It’s more. Tattered pieces trying to cling together. 

Desperation in the utterance of his name. 

Slowly his hand relaxed. Bruce Wayne was a civilian. Harvey Dent was a civilian. And his friend. He can help. He says the words in his head as if that would make all the difference. And he raised his palms, open and defensive, just hoping to calm some of the frantic worry that framed their face. 

“ Harvey. “ He murmured, calmly, standing upright, unperturbed. “ I know you don’t. I believe you. Are you okay? Can you focus on me? “

unprompted   :  @facesplit​ .

[withinycu-arch]

A Thing I Asked For | See Rules

@facesplit​ “Bruce? Long time no talk. We’d thought you’d forgotten all about us... forgotten all about ME.”

“Well you can’t fault me for trying now can you, Harv?” Bruce teased only to grin. “How’ve you been?”

The smile he was sporting was the kind of genuine expression paparazzi would have killed for. And would have shocked Gotham’s high society who would be forced to admit that ever since their prodigal son had returned from abroad he hadn’t smiled like that in their presence once. And possibly even before that.

“I’ve been wanting to see you since I got back. Did you really make district attorney?”

[twentytwocalliber]

@facesplit​ | said: ‘  the world will never take my heart.  ’ // let it be known that this man is forever pinning for his love

“The world can’t know where you keep it.” Not as it stands. Not while she seemed to have made things worse for this city than it was before. Dark eyes lift to dare hope in a small voice, and grip her clutch purse. “But I can keep a secret.”

[enygma]

@facesplit​ asked: “I’m always between punching you square in your freakishly smug face or having pity on you because even the clown can’t stand you!”

“ Tut, tut, Harvey. You really should be careful, you know. It almost sounds like you are capable of making decisions all on your own. ”

[archived-brokentoys]

@facesplit​ SENT :

Que Harv lifting Eddie in the air with one hand, using the scruff of his collar like a shopping bag. Don't sit on his spot on the couch ( the bit between one seat and the other) and he just plops Nigma down on the floor between his legs. 'You know that's my space. Get your own!' // I imagine that the hide out they let him stay over night at has actually just become edward's temporary home against Two-Face's will

There was a PRO & CON to being so light, & they’re both how easy it is to be picked up. In this context, it was a con as his bottom left the comfortable seat of the couch... & eventually met the harder floor. Eddie then stuck his head up, & released a disappointed noise.

                    “ But your space is pleasant & warm ! ”

[jasminevoices]

@facesplit​​ - <3′d for a starter

Batman stares at his former friend, both men are wounded. Both men bleeding- bruised. How did things end up this way? They were once young kids playing in the grass, a little rough and tumble despite class differences. Young kids laughing in the summer sun. And then teens, talking about girls and the future like they even had a clue... Bruce would shed a tear...but he’d already done that years ago.

He turns his head- a motion that sends a sharp pain piercing down his spine. Looking upon the criminal now, he can only see the side of his face that looks like Harvey. It almost compels him to try and reach out to him...but his hand falls about half way. Its pointless ins’t it? If he’s honest with himself- Harvey will never be the same as he remembers. Not ever again.

Bruce struggles to his feet; despite everything in his body telling him not. Pain so sharp it burns. ‘Get up Harv-Two Face. I’ll take you to Arkham myself.’ Why? Why not let the police take him...well Bruce isn’t sure himself- maybe its because some time with him in the car would just prove to himself that Harvey is gone.