“ whatever it is you think was going on between us, you’re wrong. ”
The statement leaves Harvey feeling like he’s just been punched in the gut. He’d like to deny it, insist he didn’t think anything was going on. Why would he think that? It’s the question he finds himself asking over and over, now. How could he think that, when she’s her and he’s him? He should never have said anything, should never have even spoken to Diana in the first place. This would be easier if he had ruined everything, but there was never anything to ruin; just another relationship that only existed in his head.
The emotions swirling around inside of him form into that familiar feeling that starts with a headache, and ends with a sense of fading away. A palm briefly presses into his temple, before that look of pitiable despair ebbs away into a far-off gaze, until it’s replaced by a collected rage.
“What the hell did you expect us to think? The way you talk to us, the way you treat us, what the fuck did you expect?” Two-Face’s hand is clenched so tightly, he can feel the nails breaking through the skin. For once, Harvey is right, and they should have known better. They should have, but how could they? “You tricked us.” The accusation is forceful, spoken like a weapon.
