You've got to stop dating women out of your league. That's my job.
"Last I checked, I'm Gotham's Most Wanted Bachelor, three years running, Mayor. "
@scarredapollo .
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You've got to stop dating women out of your league. That's my job.
"Last I checked, I'm Gotham's Most Wanted Bachelor, three years running, Mayor. "
@scarredapollo .
harvey puts his arms and around her and she doesn’t protest. he’s a brother to her, she doesn’t know how to assess that. she thinks it’s a rarity she’s been held so lovingly that she can feel it. she doesn’t let anyone put their hands on her — kindly or in violence. @scarredapollo is different, very different. her trust in him is implicit. she curls against him like deflating. “shut the fuck up, okay?” she says, but it’s muffled by how she burrows against his shirt, resents the linen as her arms snake around him in turn. her eyes shut. tight. “you ruin your pretty fucking face when you open your stupid fucking mouth.”
Worry flashes for only a moment. A slight furrow in his brow that just as easily disappears behind the wear of frown lines and age on his features. He reads the text over several times to be sure.
He walks down to the Cave and opens up the message on his phone with a thumb framing his chin and a curious Alfred over his shoulder. The question takes over the whole screen. Something in the bottom of his gut sparking concern ─ but then again,really, what doesn’t?
[ guess what i did today : ] - harvey de.nt
The words repeat itself a few more times in his head while the sound of Italian shoes retreating away from him fills the silence in the meantime. An exasperated sigh somewhere in between. Frustrated with his own theories, he resigns to the direct approach. Calling his old friend back instead with an up front and slightly gruff, “What did you do, Harvey?”
@scarredapollo .
hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink .
the coffee cup comes as a surprise, dick's normally sharpened senses dulled by good old fashioned exhaustion. for a minute he just blinks - first at the cup, then up at harvey, then back down at the cup again. finally he shrugs, a thanks mumbled somewhere in the right direction before he picks it up. it's gross - coffee always is - but dick's hoping it'll be worth it to get his head back in order.
a minute or two later he leans back, the rough stone wall grating at him but ultimately not being worth the effort to fix. another moment passes before he says ❛ is this a truce, then? ❜ because nightwing caught unawares is usually a pretty good invitation to take a swing. right now it'd probably lay him out. ❛ 'cause if you're planning on a brief respite before attacking, give a guy five minutes. ❜
@scarredapollo asked : is the reason you don't bring any girls around because you're afraid i'll steal them?
brown eyes roll, an eyebrow arching upward in harvey’s direction. the cat thinks romance is for other people — she has too much to do, too much to survive, a little girl she gives her heart up for. she touches her fingertips softly to her own lips lightly, a dead giveaway for when she’s thinking.
“yeah, harvs. it’s your devastating good looks. how’d you guess?”
she waves it off with a flourish, head tilting toward her handsome brother in arms. it’s not at all that it feels like driving needles under her fingernails sometimes, not at all that she thinks no one deserves the chance to see the darkest corners of her ugly fucking mind.
@scarredapollo SENT . . . licks eddie's outer ear. ' wake up. '
the seemingly sudden wet contact against his ear elicits him to giggle softly. now being half - awake, eddie rolls over further away from the tingling sensation. ❝ hrmmm . . . wha. whaaa ? ❞ he questions, his voice still distant & not quite here.
eddie: riddle me this -- harvey: i've got brain damage i don't know what the fuck-
& eddie continues telling them regardless if harvey answers or not because he can't help himself and is too obsessed 💔
@scarredapollo SENT . . . Happy birthday to Edward but it's Harvey in that SNL skit "dick in a box"
The best birthday gift he can ask for ! ! In fact, Eddie's so excited, he's quick to start unwrapping his gift.