#msrowanward

[twomindedsubject]

starter for ~. @msrowanward .~

GOTHAM CITY COURTHOUSE. 3 YEARS AGO.

~. Working as a District Attorney was a stressful job. No one ever argued with that. If it wasn't for the amount of paperwork that Dent had to get through on a daily basis, it was the constant reminder to himself that he couldn't just indulge in his vices whenever he felt like it. No, growing into his role as the face of Gotham's new savior meant that he had to take care of himself. Especially now that the newspaper had given him a new nickname: Apollo.

Harvey wasn't really quite sure what he thought of his new alias. Being the personification of a greek god surely could come with privileges - but it also came with a lot of judgement.

And behind all the work and talk, Harvey was just...Harvey. Not many people got to see the real him.

As he held his briefcase under one arm and a coffee in the same hand -- the other held the phone to his ear. He was trying to make a call to Commissioner Gordon -- but with every attempt the line had gone dead. Great. Maybe he just had to wait until he was upstairs after all.

While too focused on the little details and not so much where he was going, Harvey accidentally bumped into the woman stepping into the elevator with him.

"Hey---" Although Harvey laughed, he wasn't in the mood to squeeze into the narrow space with just strangers. But as soon as his gaze lifted; he realized that he indeed knew the woman he now stood in the cramped elevator with. "---Oh! Rowan! Sorry, I didn't see you there---"

Quick. Get your shit together, Harv.

"How you been? Busy as always?".~

[dividedbybinaries]

starter for > @msrowanward .<

>. "Get. In. The van."

The safety on her gun had already been clicked back since the very moment the black-hat hacker had stepped out of the shadows -- giving the woman in front of her little chance to escape. Essentially trapping her exactly where Binary wanted her.

Rowan Ward.

A protector of the law; or at least so she claimed herself to be. But Binary had seen people like Ms. Ward all her life. Lawyers, full of themselves -- claiming to work on the side of true justice while actively doing nothing but giving those in need of punishment the slip. Just solely based on that, Binary would've been quick to dislike her. But now...

Like always, Binary had done her due diligence, properly researching everything she could find on the lawyer once she had discovered her face attached to Falcone's hip. What was worse was that, during her stakeouts, she witnessed the Don treat Ward like a lost daughter, a prodigy in his house of crime.

Rowan Ward immediately became a threat that needed to be dealt with.

So on a dark Tuesday night, right as Rowan had left for her car after work, Binary took her shot. Pushing her into the dark alley where the van she had 'borrowed' from Two-Face stood waiting. Pressing the gun to her back, jabbing it into her shoulder blades with little care for her comfort, pushing her towards the open back doors.

"---- I ain't gonna tell you again, Buttercup. Step in the van, sit down, and shut the hell up. You and I are going for a ride." .<