I SHOULDN'T'VE DONE THE GENOCIDE RUN SO SOON AFTER THE PACIFIST RUNN N
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I SHOULDN'T'VE DONE THE GENOCIDE RUN SO SOON AFTER THE PACIFIST RUNN N
A time Alfred made you feel at ease?
"I was eight, and Bruce and I were playing, you know, like eight-year-olds, and something broke. I think it was a pot or a vase or something, I don't remember, just that it looked like it cost more than my whole house.
Bruce was worried we'd be in trouble, but I--- I totally lost it, for some reason. I wasn't used to 'being in trouble' not meaning something really bad was about to happen. I was envisioning a whole apocalypse in my head--- I was so sure he was going to yell at me or kick me out, or that I wouldn't be allowed to play with Bruce anymore. My little kid brain was going absolutely nuts, like it was life-or-death and I'd picked death. I started crying and everything.
I was trying to put it back together and cut my finger doing that, and when Alfred did find out what had happened, he cleaned up the mess so nobody could get hurt, and put a bandage on me.
He didn't yell at all. He told us to be careful next time, gave me some antibiotic ointment, and made us lunch later like nothing had happened.
Totally blew my mind that Bruce lived like this all the time. I think Alfred knew that, too."
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Two-Face has been criticizing him for a solid week and a half -
- god, you're so unbelievably naive, don't you learn nothin' from running your mouth about fixing things, thinking you can just get away with being the odd one out - see how you're the one getting slapped down again, you little - you little - psycho, know-nothing, goody-two-shoes freak thinking they care about your damn library and your damn legal aid - these people hate us, they always hated us, they want us to die in here and you care about making sure other people get their fair day in court - we're going to die, didn't you learn nothin' didn't you learn your lesson, Harvey? (god i hate you.)
After that, there wasn't much else. No coin. Medicine pushed in through a slot in the door - food delivered wordlessly through the same. His hands were filthy, dried blood caked under his fingernails - at some point he just started hurting and he couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried. His breath is stale and his entire body is cramped into a straitjacket - or whatever they're calling it these days - which means using what little faculties are available is a terrible chore that involves pre-planning each step or dragging himself upright on the shower curtain that separated the 'faculties' from the rest of the cell.
It wasn't solitary confinement. It was administrative custody.
'Administrative custody' didn't account for the fact that he'd only started saying he was going to hurt himself or someone else after being stuck in the hole - what else was he supposed negotiate with?
Officer Cash, an old friend and a sensible one, had been the one to finally look over the situation and determine that it wasn't necessary, and moreover, it was undoing months and months of treatment.
"Hey, kid. You're a sight for sore eyes."
And they were sore. The influx of light as Cash had wrenched open the door was almost excruciating.
"If you tell me you brought a toothbrush and toothpaste, I might start crying. Keep your distance so my breath don't kill ya."
Harvey learned to cook because somebody had to, and it wasn't going to be Dad! :)
“Keep this cloth over the wound and keep pressing.”
"For god's sake, I've been hurt worse. I can barely even feel it."
He may not be lying, but he sure is minimizing the situation, which looks more and more like a crime scene every passing minute.
Harvey begrudgingly does as he's told, but only because he's told to, and because the final flip of the bloody (literally) coin said to. That was all that was keeping him compliant.
"Can't you just- let me die, already?"
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ORGASM DENIAL WITH NAOYA?????? DO U WANT ME DEAD???? having control over him would be soo sexy… watching his pretty dick leak precum everywhere and he looks so pissed because it feels so good but he’s too proud to beg you for it <\3
girls we are struggling tonight