Hey everyone, thank you for all your support following the interest check! For my 150 followers special I’ll be writing each day for the week leading up to Valentine’s Day.
Below are the prompts for each day, please send in a request for which character you’d like for each prompt. This is first come first served, so please be quick! I’ll regularly update to show which prompts have been taken. A character can only be used for one prompt.
1. He’s your biggest fan. Jimmy Olsen
2. Caught making out and getting the talk. Damian Wayne
3. You both want each other, but he can’t have you. Garth of Shayeris
4. He saves you, but as a civilian. Duke Thomas
5. Training, but it gets heated. Vic Sage
6. Date night from hell. Terry McGinnis
7. Double date, but you and your partner are fake dating. Bruce Wayne
Someone rings the doorbell. You don’t have to wonder who it is.
When it’s this late at night, when there’s no warning; it's always them. Or rather, one of them. Usually, the one who cares less about your boundaries and more about his own selfish needs.
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Someone rings the doorbell. You don’t have to wonder who it is.
When it’s this late at night, when there’s no warning; it's always them. Or rather, one of them. Usually, the one who cares less about your boundaries and more about his own selfish needs.
You groan, dragging yourself out of your warm, comfortable bed that you already miss, and shuffle across your apartment, yawning loudly. Before opening the door, you catch a glimpse of your reflection: messy hair, old pajamas, a tired face… Yeah, very seductive. He won’t mind. The other one, though…
But you don’t have time to dwell on it. Not when the doorbell rings again, more insistent this time.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" you ask them.
Them being Harvey Dent. Or Two-Face.
You made the mistake of bringing them home once, after a night at the bar. They’ve never really left you alone since. Showing up whenever they feel like it, inviting you on last-minute dates, even demanding you ditch work just because they need a distraction.
Not that you mind. Well… not all the time anyway.
It’s always a coin toss with them.
If you're lucky, Harvey brings you flowers, takes you to nice restaurants, compliments your new dress.
If you're not, you barely get a hello before you're bent over the table, a scarred hand roaming over your body possessively.
Not that you complain. Well… not all the time anyway.
They look polished tonight, as they always do, ever the creatures of the night.
Though they never agree on what to wear, the result is always the same; a suit torn and stitched in two halves. One side, dark and elegant. The other, white satin with golden embroidery. Mismatched, yet always expensive. They have standards.
Maybe that’s why they only visit you at night. When no one can see the simple girl that you are.
Harvey always reminds you how charming you are. The anchor of normalcy in his life, your presence a comfort he clings to.
The other one, though… usually has more degrading words, especially once he’s balls deep inside you.
Not that you complain.
Well…
They look you up and down, an amused smile curling on the intact half of their lips. Then, Harvey’s voice; calm, collected, tender.
“I’m sorry, little bird. Long day.”
That’s all the explanation you’ll get. It always is. They never share details about their days, about what they do exactly. You prefer it that way, frankly. You’d rather listen to their sweet words, instead of whatever shady business they are dealing with.
And when they cup your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek, you welcome them inside.
A strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling your back flush against them. The soft skin of Harvey’s clean-shaven cheek brushes yours, warm lips grazing your ear. You shiver, a pleasant sensation churning in your stomach.
"I’ve missed you," Harvey murmurs, and you sigh softly.
He’s always had a way with words; knowing exactly what to say, when to say it, how to coax you into anything, really. You suppose it’s a ghost of his past, the last remnants of a career built on persuasion and charm.
But then, scarred flesh presses against the other side of your face. Cruel teeth nip at your pulse point, and a ragged, throaty voice follows, sending shivers down your spine.
"We’ve been thinking about you all day."
The grip around your waist tightens, firm and possessive, pulling you so close you can feel the heat of their body, their length already hardening. Why else would they be here.
You never minded their appearance much. Not the ruined, gnarled flesh, rough and leathery beneath your touch. Not the cursed eye; black where it should be white, its iris burning like fire. Not even the half-exposed jaw, the tendons, bones and muscle bared for the world to see.
Not even the occasional drooling. Inevitable when missing half their face.
Warm saliva drips lazily down your neck as dry teeth nibble, graze, and ghost over the column of your throat; his own way of kissing.
You raise a tentative hand, never quite sure if he welcomes the touch against their ruined face. So instead, you caress the other side. The one that’s smooth, whole, alive beneath your fingertips.
They purr, a sound both ragged and tender, as if pulled from two separate throats. It vibrates through your bones, settling deep in your core.
And then, rough, impatient fingers slip beneath the elastic band of your pajamas. You sigh, eyes already rolling behind your heavy eyelids, your hips rocking softly to meet the rough fingers cupping your naked sex.
“Already worked up, little bird? Dripping wet like a whore.”
Harsh finger pads caress between your folds, your slick coating the leathery digits as they explore your warmth, rub your swollen clit, tease your hole without breaching it.
You squirm in their embrace, a soft voice shushing you. Gentle, almost soothing, in stark contrast to the impatience of their heated touch.
Small gasps and sighs spill from your lips, your eyelids fluttering shut. But the late hour drapes over you like a heavy veil, and before you can stop it, a yawn escapes.
A low, melodious chuckle rumbles behind you.
“Are you sleepy? Are we bothering you?” There’s a playful lilt in their voice, but you catch the edge of frustration behind the ragged tone.
“It is late, Harvey…” you murmur between soft, broken moans as ruined fingers probe at your entrance, teasing the tender flesh in a way that makes your legs buck against the cursed touch.
A sharp bite sinks into your neck, cruel teeth dragging a pained yelp from your throat. Then, just as swiftly, their fingers are gone. Before you can shoot them a glare, a bruising grip closes around your wrist. You barely have time to stumble before they’re dragging you toward the bedroom.
Patience has never been his virtue. Refusal even less so.
So you follow, letting him manhandle you onto the bed, unceremonious, insistent.
They’re on you in an instant, towering over you, their broad frame casting heavy shadows across the dimly lit room. The vest of their suit hits the floor. Sleeves roll up with slow, deliberate movements. Their eyes never leave you. Dark, hungry, burning with intent.
Oh. It’s going to be one of those nights, then.
A large but soft hand removes your pajama top, their mouth capturing your breast greedily; suckling, lapping at the flushed nubs, kissing and nibbling the soft yielding flesh. All the while, a leathery hand tugs at your bottoms. Nearly tears them apart, really. Immediately, scarred fingers find your folds, the touch rough, impatient. You mewl, rolling your hips, looking at his split face through half lidded eyes.
When you tentatively cup their face, a soft hand wraps around your wrist, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles.
“Why don’t you lay down and enjoy yourself, little bird? Been thinking of your pretty cunt all day.”
The mix of tenderness and harshness in their voice is always destabilizing. But you’ve grown accustomed to it; grown accustomed to them. Both of them.
With a shy nod and a soft smile, you rest your head on the still-warm pillow, focusing instead on the passionate touch between your legs and the tender caress of their lips along the column of your throat.
Their tongue burns as it trails down your form, flicking over your hardened nub, a string of saliva pooling from where their mouth is falling apart. Harvey sighs, the intact eyelid of his droopy eye half-closed in delight, while Two's hand traces maddening patterns on your swollen pearl, drawing high-pitched moans from your parted lips.
Their mouth trails kisses over your stomach, their hunched form slipping down the bed to kneel reverently at its foot. There’s a glimmer in their eyes– both of them, mismatched in color but equally intense, as their hands grasp your thighs. One is tender and soft, the other scarred, hot to the touch.
They caress your naked skin, their touch drawing soft gasps and pleasurable hums from your throat.
But the tender moments never last with them. It’s always the wilder beast within that wins out. Though, they sometimes bicker with each other, as if competing with themselves, switching their pace and approach without any warning.
So when you feel the flat of their tongue pressing firm against your slit, you yelp in surprise. You hear a ragged chuckle between your legs, followed by a deep hum.
“Give us more of those pretty sounds, doll.”
Their tongue laps at your slit hungrily, the tip spreading your folds before it flickers against your sensitive pearl. The way they devour you feels as if two very distinct people are pleasing you simultaneously. One forceful and passionate, the other teasing and deliberate.
It’s Harvey who kisses your swollen folds before breaching your shy opening with his tongue; but it’s Two who suckles harshly on your clit before swallowing and pulling on your small lips.
You thrash on the mattress, bucking your hips against their face, hands fisting the sheets as staccato, relentless moans spill freely from your exhausted throat. The sensations are unlike anything you've ever felt before; the gnarly skin rubbing against your inner thigh, the cruel bone of their teeth grazing against your slit each time their tongue sinks deep inside your hole, their mismatched gaze looking at you with an inhuman hunger.
“You taste so perfect, little bird” their voice is laced with barely concealed desire, half muffled between your legs before they return to their work, humming deeply as their lips wrap around your pearl. A fierce tension builds behind your navel, pleasure escalating quickly each time their tongue traces lazy shapes over your open slit.
When the pleasure grows too intense to form coherent pleas, you buck your hips desperately against their face, your hands tugging at their mismatched hair –dark brown and dirty silver– forcing them deeper into your cunt.
They chuckle darkly, using both hands to grip the back of your thighs, holding you in place as they dive in again. It’s only when they plunge their tongue deep inside your throbbing hole, working their jaw open to swallow your glistening arousal while their nose rubs against your clit that your orgasm explodes.
You scream. Loud, ragged, your body thrashing on the mattress as you beg them to stop, the overstimulation both delicious and painful. Their movements slow until they pause, panting heavily between your legs, their hands gently caressing the soft skin of your thighs.
They press a final, tender kiss to your folds, trailing upward to your soft curls, then your navel, finally reaching your cheek as they crawl back on top of you.
But you know they’re not done.
They have twice the appetite of any man. And they are starving.
💘 for two-face? howww about with a male reader who’s a cocky, bright, up-and-coming attorney in gotham? i just think the image of harvey seeing the reader on one of those huge law billboards and being like wow… is funny lol
"We're here for you!" Two-Face x MaleAttorney!Reader (Valentine's Event 2026)
They deal with this in only the most rational of ways.
This ask is part of the ongoing Foxy Valentine's Day event for 2026- We're going until the 20th so keep an eye out!
TW: mild derogatory language
Dent wasn't sure how he felt the first time he saw the billboard. A sense of disgust? Mixed with... Ugh. Was this Harvey or was this Harv? The face on the board was handsome, perhaps even beautiful. Not overly airbrushed (as what happened so often) and his smile was almost warm. The large letters "We're here for you!" was almost believable. Almost.
Two-Face was used to seeing the billboards of personal injury attorneys. Sleazy, cheap and promise you the world. Harvey had come toe-to-toe with quite a few on his way up to district attorney. The good, the bad and the infinitely mediocre. This billboard was more general, lacking a listed specialty for... anything really. Legal advice for support.
The guy was new. This was the only billboard he had. Two-Face opted to ignore it.
Harv found himself taking the path that led him to pass it without thinking. Seeing the smile. Feeling a snarl rise in his throat. Harv asked around. Apparently the kid thought he was some upcoming big shot. Wanted to be the next District Attorney someday.
Harvey was the one who started feeling the most uncomfortable with the amount of proximal Valentine's Day decorations he had to encounter before seeing that face. Harv was usually the one with the pulse on exactly how they felt, no matter how crass or "bad" it was to feel that way. Yet in this instance Harvey wondered if anger was fighting against what was so obviously there. Instead, he was getting flush and trying not to feel so... self-conscious.
During a moment of unity, the two of them bickered. No. No... No! That was not what was happening! To be enamored with some sparky little twat was not on the plan. What plan? Fuck you, the plan! The plan... Shut up, college boy. They were not in love with that attorney. They were not-
Dammit.
In a fit of what was absolutely not denial, Harv blowtorched the billboard. Right before Valentine's Day. He had thrown at least one henchman through a window and Harvey wasn't terribly disagreeing on that front. Maybe now the two of them could get back to business. Childish the entire thing led them so astray in the first place.
And yet... they weren't that lucky. That terrible smirk was living rent-free across the cranium. Indecision beget their tried and true tool: the coin. Heads for seeking him out. The other head for them forgetting the whole damn thing and not bitching about it ever again. Or killing the guy if they really couldn't forget. Sometimes it was just like that.
Harvey almost felt relieved upon seeing the non-scratched side of the coin looking up at them. Harv cooled himself and accepted that, despite the other feelings this was bringing up, the coin had spoken. And with that, the pair dressed up in one of their nicer suits, cigars and a bouquet of flowers. Broke into the office of that attorney, as one does- and waited.
If he was right about the scheduling... The front door clicked open, the light revealing their presence to the attorney from the billboards.
Two-Face greeted the shocked face that took them in, "Heard you didn't have a date for tonight..."
Do you think Harvey and Harv have different approaches to romance?
Absolutely!
For Harvey, he has a more modest and gentlemanly approach to romance. He's definitely old school so he likes to do things like cook with you, dance in the living room with you, go out on cute dates, and cuddle with you.
Harv is a lot more bold and playful. He definitely pinches/smacks your ass when he can. He may not show interest in everything you do, but he likes being near you so he'll suck it up. Harv is not wine and roses, but more like whiskey and pizza.
Harvey is gentle with you, soft touches like brushing your hair behind your ear, hugs, arm around your shoulders and Harv is not so subtle with his hand on your thigh while he drives or when you're sitting next to each other, taking hold of your chin to make you look at him whether gently or firmly, and his arm around your waist.
For date night, Harvey is arranging everything ahead of time whereas Harv is a make it up as he goes.
In the early stages of your relationship, both will be at war with what to do with you, both afraid and overthinking about what you are okay with or what you would like from them. Just be patient with them, they're trying their best 🥺💕
MALE READER. ROMANTIC HCS. TW FOR USUAL UPSETTING STUFF, Y’KNOW THE DEAL.
— can you tell I like him a lot? reader is a DA in this one.
It was completely by chance, the double-headed coin landing unscarred side up as he pressed his gun against your skull.
Let’s just say your lawyer friends hadn’t been so lucky. The coin was on a heads streak today, and he saved Gotham’s new rising-star attorney boy for last: little ol’ you.
It was cute how despite the situation you stood steadfast, staring into the eyes of Death. It reminded him of himself a bit. How he too was once so passionate about upholding the law, he didn’t care what trouble stood in his way.
It took a lot of guts, he’d give you that. But the last thing he expected was to be frozen in place, caught in this staring match. How your brilliant eyes glared holes into him.
He felt his bitter heart twitch a little as he watched you leave. The two of them hated these feelings being stirred up again, more intensely than when he was with Grace. He would’ve shot you then and there just to be done with it, but he couldn’t argue with the coin.
It was the start of a long-standing game between the two of you.
He almost wanted to get caught, just to see you in action in the courtroom.
The way Harvey and Two-Face experience their feelings towards you are entirely different.
Two-Face hates how you have an effect on him despite your interference with his criminal activities, and has violent thoughts about you that he’s yet to carry out because of the coin or Harvey’s influence.
On the other hand, Harvey respects and admires you, treats you like glass, and has delusions about you already loving him back unconditionally. Unfortunately for you though, he rarely fronts, especially when Two-Face’s obsession escalates.
Rivalry ended with Batman, started with you.
Every scheme of his would include you in some way, just to give him an excuse to bother you
Oh, that pesky little lawyer you, trying to save a city rotting from the inside. And worst of all, luck always seemed to be on your side.
How many times has he kidnapped you, has he thought about murdering you up right so he didn’t have to feel the effect of your charms, only for the coin to spare you!
Two-Face grows more agitated as time goes on, the more he loses control.
Harvey had his reservations about forcing you to be with him at first, but if the coin was trying to tell him something, with how it always seemed to favor you…
Surely you guys were meant to be a pair, right? Harvey is convinced that the two of you were fated to be together. That though you may put up a fight, you still love him. And so he lets Two-Face do what he deems necessary, because he believes it will all work out in the end. Couples have their fights, right?
Two-Face doesn’t mind you interacting with others, as long as you aren’t getting too comfortable with them…
If anyone even thinks about taking your attention away from him, he’ll make their lives hell.
He despises how Batman always gets you out of harms way. Why did nobody treat him with the same care when he was DA? Maybe then he wouldn’t be so fucked up.
“The Bat won’t come for you this time, handsome. He couldn’t even save us.”
Two-Face likes threatening you to do what he wants. He can get easily enraged and physically violent, especially if you don’t reciprocate his affections in the way that he wants you to.
He has no issue with laying a hand on you, especially if the coin approves of it. You’re a tough guy, you should be able to take it like one. Harvey may not engage in the same behaviors, but he certainly doesn’t apologize for Two-Face’s actions either.
And he can’t deny he gets a twisted sort of pleasure from watching your reactions to his handsiness.
Bet you like how Two-Face roughs you up, huh? Of course you do.
If the coin decides not to punish you, then sometimes Harvey will come out, and handle you somewhat gentler
But he’s still easily jealous, judging by how he voices his concerns about you getting close to others all the time. After all, he genuinely believes you two are basically a couple already.
Both of them want to hear you profess your love and praise him and tell him how good he is, to you and Gotham, and not because he has a knife against your throat
A/n: I will be getting my bruce wayne headcanons out eventually lol but I got distracted by this and also the white knight joker version I'm working on.
Also just in case anyone is confused
Harv is referring to Harvey's alter
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Harvey is a very doting partner he likes the come down of aftercare and likes to be able to provide for his partner he'll run a bath for the both of you, or a hot shower If you prefer, and he'll help you clean up leaving soft kisses to your neck and lips as he does so.
Harv is a little worse at aftercare then harvey he doesn't get why it's necessary his aftercare is basically giving you a kiss after sex and leaving to go do whatever it is he feels like, so you'll have to tell him exactly what you want him to do and he'll do it though he might roll his eyes a bit. If you complain enough to Harvey then he'll also get on Harv's case about it and eventually he'll learn to do better aftercare and he'll also learn to enjoy it.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Harvey's favorite body part is your eyes as cliche as it is he adores the look in his partners eyes as they cum.
Harvey doesn't really like his body anymore and it'd be hard to get him to admit something he likes about himself but if he had to choose he'd say his dick only because it can make his partner feel good.
Harv's totally an ass man, he loves your ass, it doesn't matter the shape or the size he's putting his hands on your ass.
Harv likes his hands and his arms. He likes the way he can manhandle you with them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Harvey loves cumming inside you to him there is nothing more intimate then his partner allowing him to do so if you're not down then that's okay he's also okay with pulling out and cumming wherever you see fit.
Harv also loves to cum inside but for different reasons I believe they both have breeding kinks and for Harv it's a means of marking his territory and he loves to keep you plugged full of his cum as well if any slips out well its a good enough reason for him to fuck you again to make sure it stays inside. When he's not cumming inside of you he loves to cum on places like your face, your chest and your ass.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Harv is a loud mouth any secret he did have he'd probably have already told you he's unashamed of the things he does.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Harvey is experienced but it's been quite a bit since he's been with someone so he's a bit rusty give him time and he'll be amazing in no time.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Harvey likes being able to see your expression so missionary is his favorite though he's not picky about his position.
Harv loves doggy style he likes to fuck you as though you're a bitch in heat
G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Harvey is definitely more serious during sex and doesn't care all that much for humor
Harv is down for serious sex but he can also say some pretty funny things during sex
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He probably grows very little hair and shaves most of it off.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Harvey is way more romantic than harv he likes to whisper praise and tells you how much he loves you
Harv is more dirty and talks dirty he doesn't really do romance well but he can try if it's something you want
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Harvey Jacks off occasionally he doesn't really feel the Need often now that he has you but sometimes he will.
Harv will jack off a lot if you're not around when he feels the need.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Harvey: Dom/sub, praise Kink(receiving), worship,
For harv: Dacryphilia, worship(receiving),spanking,hair pulling.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Harvey prefers staying within the comfort of his own home. He's not sure about taking big risks and doing it in public plus he has a mansion so why not just allow him to bend you over in every room.
Harv is totally into public sex he doesn't even really care if he gets Caught though it's not something he wants he's down if you want to fuck somewhere public. Still his favorite location has to be his office.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
For Harvey I'd say it's domesticity; all he really wants is a kind loving partner who can look past his scars. if you compliment him or even just do something nice for him I feel like that can really get him going
Harv gets turned on by literally anything, this man's a complete whore he'll take any chance to bend you over and fuck the life out of you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Harvey's not into knifeplay.
Harv doesn't really have any hard no's though he isn't really comfortable being a sub for the most part it'll take a while before he ever allows that to happen.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Harvey loves receiving oral. He's also good at giving oral.
Harv is amazing at giving oral he knows exactly how to work your body with his tongue
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Harvey usually is interested in more slow paced sex but occasionally when he's has a rough day he'll come home and be uncharacteristically rough with you he'll probably leave a few bruises accidentally and apologize for it.
Harv is rough almost always, that's just how he is basically the opposite of Harvey where on occasion he can be soft.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
They both enjoy indulging in quickies once in a while although harv is usually more into them then harvey is.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Harvey is down to experiment in many ways but he's not sure about risky sex its something he probably won't enjoy all too much since he worries about being caught.
Harv loves risky sex and he loves to experiment as long as he remains the dominant.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Harvey can last for about an hour each round and can go for 3-4 rounds before he needs a break
Harv can go up to 4-6 rounds it depends how long he lasts but it's usually 45 minutes to an hour at least
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Harvey doesn't own any toys himself but he's not against you bringing any into the bedroom for yourself or for him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Harvey can be a bit of a tease when he wants to be but it's mainly playful.
Harv is a major tease he loves to make you beg for every little thing he does.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Harvey is not too quiet nor too loud he's basically the middle ground he'll moan and grunt a little, he gets really loud when he cums though.
Harv is loud from his growls and dirty talk and he's unashamed with how loud he can be.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Harvey likes to get pegged..
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Seven and a half inches with a reddish cockhead.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
For harvey he has a pretty normal sex drive
Harv can get horny seemingly out of nowhere he's got a pretty high sex drive
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Harvey rarely falls asleep before you do he often likes to cuddle or chat after sex. Also enjoys watching his partner sleep
Harv also rarely falls asleep after sex but when he does it's usually an immediate reaction once his head hits the pillow
A/n: I definitely am going to have to edit this later as I wrote this all in one shot in the middle of the night
