⋆˚꩜｡ Two-Face/Harvey Dent x reader (fluff/ bittersweet if you squint?)
Harvey comes home at midnight to his sleeping wife....
CW: Bittersweet (kinda?), this is my first time writing a fully morally grey character so dont expect the best, possibly OOC??, short, proofread once
I love Harvey Dent :p
Harvey's steps came heavily into the town house him and his wife lived in. He's lucky she stayed with him anyway, even after the acid and even after Two-face making way.
His presence was quiet as he stepped into the bedroom, your figure lays in bed, hugging the pillow as your light snores chime to Harvey's ears, while the ever present two-face allowed himself to let out the urge to huff at the annoying sound, which is one of the meaningless conflicts between the two voices.
After all, you were Harvey's wife, not Two-face's.
For the first time today, he rested the twirling quarter in his fingers to rest on your bedside table which dinged on the wood. He leaned down and calmly murmured against your forehead, "Sleep well, beautiful," he pushed some stray baby hairs back, "I'll be here while you sleep."
His lips which were half disfigured due to the healed burned pressed against your forehead. In your sleep you could swear you felt it; the half that was the soft district attorney, and the roughness of the vigilante.
Your eyes fluttered as your eyelashes opened up like a shaded veil to your sleep hazed gaze. Tracing his features with your eyes, you smile lightly, "Hi..." you rasped out with a snooze filled voice.
In return, Harvey pecked your lips, maneuvering himself to lay behind you, he spooned you as you returned to slumber; He would rest behind you and sometimes he would leave, sometimes he would remain by your side until you awoke once again.
So now you and your husband laid in bed, under the blanket of midnight, while he kept at least one hand on you, the other hand and by extension his elbow holding his own head up to gaze at you.
Despite everything, regardless of fights and distance, he was your husband. And despite everything, you were his wife. No matter what, even if the disasters persisted and the calamity continued, you would both fulfill your commitment, 'Till death do us part,' out of obligation but also out of love. Especially out of love.
dividers: @cursed-carmine
I FEEL LIKE I MISCHARACTERISED HIM SO BAD IM SO SORRY GUYS 💔
This is more Harvey Dent centric, because I’m obsessed with him. So here is a part of something small, I can’t guarantee y’all make another part. I also noticed a trend with a neglected reader, so I wanted to do something different. I love the idea, and I might explore that in the future, but I wanted to do wife who was disinterested in Bruce. This is mainly a self indulgent piece. I hope everyone enjoys.
Harvey Dent would be so delulu. Fight me if you disagree
Yandere Batman Short Stories: The Heart Wants What It Wants
Yandere Harvey Dent x Married Fem Reader x Yandere Bruce Wayne
The chirping of birds filled the autumn air as Bruce sat at the dinner table in the Wayne Manor. His blue eyes studied the elegant figure of (your name) who enjoyed the breakfast Alfred had made.
“There’s rumors going around that you’re close to Harvey Dent.” Bruce’s fist clenched around his silverware to the point his knuckles turned white. His gaze narrowed at his plate.
“I do work at the legal office with him, Bruce. We’re coworkers.” (Your name) sighed as she rubbed her temple from the already oncoming headache. She’s been the Distict Attorney’s assistant for a few years now, so she wasn’t sure why it was an issue as of late… “Harvey is a really nice guy-“
“So you two are on a first name basis?” (Your name) sighed at Bruce’s jealousy. He had never been much of a fiancé prior to marriage and now he was a jealous husband. It made no sense to her since he had always instilled in her, since childhood, that there would be no romance attached to this arranged marriage their parents had set up ages ago.
“Bruce, I truly think you’re overthinking this. Harvey is just a really amazing friend.” (Your name) sighed. “If this is about the Wayne family image, you have nothing to worry about-“
“He’s in love with you.” Bruce’s blunt statement effectively cut her off mid sentence.
“Excuse me?”
“Mister Dent is in love with you.” Bruce repeated it as if that would magically make her understand his assessment of her coworker.
“What makes you think that?”
“The way he looks at you.” Bruce’s blue eyes are like a tropical storm of emotion at the moment. “You’re my wife.”
(Your name) sighed before she placed her silverware down and rose up from her chair. She cast Bruce a glare.
“On paper. There’s no romance involved in this arrangement, remember?” (Your name) walked through the door as she headed to her room to finish getting around for work.
Bruce sighed and put his forehead in his hand. He hated his younger self for what he had once told her… because he no longer felt that way.
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Harvey came over to (your name)‘s desk with a bag of pastries in his hand.
“Good morning, (your name).” Harvey gave her a warm smile as he set the bag down in her desk. “I bought some muffins if you’d like one.”
(Your name) gave Harvey a weak smile.
“You’re always so sweet. Thank you.” (Your name) picked out a banana muffin, her fingers brushed against his for a brief moment.
“I think you deserve more sweetness in your life, (your name).” Harvey gave her a charming smile before he grabbed the bag. His blue eyes lingered on her for a few seconds longer than what was comfortable before he went to his office.
Harvey shut his office door before a blush enveloped his cheeks. Their fingers touched… god he was so pathetic. (Your name) was a married woman. Harvey couldn’t even have her… she had her fate chosen for her since a young age. One that he could not interfere with.
Harvey picked up his double sided coin off his desk as he absentmindedly flipped it. Would she have even chosen him if they would have been able to have a life together? Harvey didn’t have the same wealth as Bruce, but he would have been able to buy them a beautiful suburban home… give her a few children if she wanted them. The standard, American white picket fence life.
Harvey gazed at the files on his desk for his next, big case. (Your name) was truly a skilled and organized assistant, one he was grateful for. The two of them had worked so many long nights together on this… all for their mutual goal to better Gotham.
Harvey couldn’t help that he had fallen in love with her… he just wished she’d see his feelings. That they were soulmates- he was so corny.
Harvey was so pathetic for the way he felt about a married woman… but he knew she wasn’t happy. That it was all an arranged marriage. A union her parents forced on her.
Harvey could treat her infinitely better than some cold, Playboy billionaire. he would never run around on her, nor would he ever make her doubt that he had nothing but love for her.
(Your name) deserved to be pampered like a princess. She deserved soft and gentle… something Harvey was.
It was just such a shame he had been hearing strange voices in his head… perhaps they were merely auditory hallucinations from the stress of this upcoming case against the Falcone family?
Yes… that was it. Harvey Dent wasn’t a madman. He was a normal, upstanding citizen. The district attorney! Harvey “Apollo” Dent.
He was not crazy… even though he kept hearing a raspy voice in his head that wanted to snatch up his assistant for his own. She needed to be properly claimed and ravaged.
Harvey was just too scared of his own mind sometimes…
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“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” Bruce always recalled memories of a younger version of (your name). Back when she still made an attempt to get close to him. To the times she’d visit the manor to check on him since he was always ‘brooding.’ Bruce appreciated the gestures but never outwardly expressed it.
(Your name) was always so kind and sweet… yet he didn’t want to fall in love for fear she’d leave him or she would perish. Bruce now saw this logic as flawed since another man was now in the picture.
Bruce would be damned if he let a man like Harvey Dent snatch up what was his.
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(Your name) was surprised her husband waited for her when she came home. She sighed when Bruce came to help her remove her coat.
“What are you doing?” (Your name) didn’t even put up a fight when he gently slid the suede trench coat off her shoulders.
“Can I not help my wife take her coat off?” Bruce asked with a quirked brow. (Your name) hated when he’d act like a doting husband. He was never interested before so she wasn’t sure why it changed now.
“You’ve been odd… or are you afraid I’m going to run away for some fantasy love affair?” (Your name) laughed at the expression on Bruce’s face. “You’re joking… you can’t possibly be jealous.”
“So what if I am?” Bruce asked softly. “Feelings can change.”
(Your name) sighed once again. “Bruce, I’m not interested-“
“Is it because of Dent?”
“No. It’s not because of Harvey.” (Your name) glanced at him. “I… I just have no interest in romance with you.”
“…” Bruce remained silent for a moment before he pulled her into an awkward hug. “Let’s work on it then. I won’t push you away anymore… let’s make this real.”
(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion but she didn’t put up much of a fight. She was too tired to argue.
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(Your name) sat in her office as she watched the news. Harvey had a huge case against the Falcone family… the two of them had worked on his case together for months on end. She was hopeful the Falcone family would finally be knocked off the map… but she was horribly wrong.
(Your name) audibly gasped when she saw the reporter loudly scream and explain that Harvey had just been attacked. How was she attacked? It was a court room…
Turned out, his witness, Sal Maroni, threw acid on half his face. What kind of monster would do that?!
(Your name) rushed up from her desk as she grabbed her coat. She needed to get to that hospital and quickly, Harvey would need all the support he could get.
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Harvey woke up with a start when he saw he was in the hospital. Agony consumed his entire being yet he couldn’t understand the warmth he felt beside him- (your name)?
Harvey was shocked to see the beautiful young woman beside his hospital bed in a chair. Her upper body draped on the mattress, her fingers interlocked with his. Had she… spent the night? Was there a possibility she loved him too?
Harvey’s fingers brushed a few pieces of hair from her face, his breath hitched at the contact. This wasn’t a dream… yet neither was his accident.
Harvey felt a sense of pride fill him when he saw that her phone vibrated with notifications from her ‘husband.’ He wanted to gloat in the other man’s face but he was more concerned about his own face at the moment.
It couldn’t be that bad, right? It’s not like (your name) would hate him… she loved him. That’s why she came to be with him… and he’d make sure she knew just how much he adored her too.
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Bruce slammed his fist into the wall, a small hole now there like a centered frame. Why wasn’t his wife answering his calls? She was supposed to be home yesterday. Where on this green earth could she be?
Bruce angrily ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tugged a bit at the black strands. There wasn’t a possibility that she was with Harvey right? She told him that she wasn’t interested in Harvey that way… he couldn’t help the nagging feeling that ate away at his mind.
He needed to find (your name) and fast. Bruce had a sickening feeling that she wasn’t safe… he needed to save his wife.
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(Your name) stirred awake to find Harvey with his fingers in her hair. Her brow furrowed as she set up, her lips drawn in a thin line.
“ Harvey? Are you all right? I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”
Harvey shook his head to reassure her, the bandages obscured his handsome face from view. There was no doubt in her mind that his face was permanently destroyed from the acid.
“I’m… I’m here.” Harvey gave a dry chuckle. (Your name) could tell he was on a verge of a mental breakdown. One of his eyes twitched while his hands shook. She couldn’t bear to see such a wonderful man completely fall apart when she was there to catch the pieces.
“Harvey… come here.” (Your name) held her arms wide open for him, the man melted instantly. His arms wrapped around her like the coils of an anaconda. His grip was tight and escapable as his body was sob.
Harvey couldn’t say a word as he held her like a lifeline, but there was only one thing that was clear in his mind… she loved him too.
It had to be fate that she felt the same way… now all he had to do was get her to leave her husband and be with him. Where she belongs.
being two-face's 'sidekick' had it's ups and downs. you'd notice him acting a little off recently. he started to mutter to himself, or his other half, while staring at you. you never said anything though, you thought maybe he was plotting some new evil scheme against batman.
that was until he came up to you, his normal side all blushy. "hey, uhm, [reader], we… can we ask you something?" he sputters, unusually nervous.
you nod, listening intently. he was your boss, after all.
harvey sighs, fidgeting with his hands. before he could ask his important question, his voice changed as he talks again. "we wanna fuck you, pretty boy."
his eyes wide and his normal side flushes bright red. "no!! that's not what we meant, god i told you to shut up! what-what we meant to say… was can we take you on a date? a-a dinner?" he says, tilting his head to look at you.
you pause, looking at harvey surprised. his words send a shock of heat down to your stomach. your boss… liked you?
you smile and nod. "yeah… i'd like to go out for dinner with you. that'd be nice, harv."
harvey grins. the way you immediately agreed plus the nickname? he felt like he was in heaven.
his head turns and his burned side speaks again. "okay, how about this, sweetcheeks, we flip a coin, yeah? heads, we wait for the date. tails, we fuck ya right now." he says before pulling a coin out of his pocket.
you chuckle at how upfront he was and blush. the idea of having sex with him wasn't bad… either way, you'd be alright with it. you nod. "sure, harvey. flip your coin."
harvey's head turns and he looks at you almost frightened. "no!! i'm sorry, i can't control it sometimes, he-he speaks when he wants to, we don't have to do that if you don't want-"
his hand moves automatically, flipping the coin with his thumb. he watches it with bated breath as it lands in his palm.
hi !! i got watercolours so i had to try making harvey !!! i tried to do my version of his design from Tim Sale's art in Batman: The Long Halloween by Jeph Loeb!!! <3
