I am tickled by the small probability that you could fully escape Gotham and Harvey with some very lucky coin flips. Just skedaddling to Star City while Harvey considers checking himself back into Arkham.
Perhaps you're a metahuman with a weak power over metal. Boy, he'd be pissed if he found out.
-🦂anon
This is a very very small probability…considering Harvey uses the coin when he’s at a split decision with himself. If both sides want something, the coin becomes somewhat irrelevant unless the devil is in the details. I could see Harvey and Harv fighting over the fact that yes, they want to keep you, but they both have different methods they want to go about it. Harvey wants to attempt to sweep you off your feet first, give you a chance to see he’s not half as bad the rumors paint him to be. Two-Face wants to kidnap you, he can worry about the wooing once you’re tucked away in a safe house.
He learns his lesson on being the first night he breaks into your apartment and waits for you. You know he’s there before you even see him, you can hear the coin flipping from the front door. You’re tempted to run out but instead find two goons shutting and locking the door from the outside instead. He waits for you to come into, still flipping the coin from your good chair.
You had a suspicion he had been following you for a minute, you’d seen his gang hanging around the late night cafe you worked at for no good reason. They don’t even have the grace to pretend to have business there and buy something from you, but they always leave you two silver dollars on their way out. You half expected him to show up in the back alley one evening, but you never expected to meet him for the first time in your lovely Park Row apartment.
He calls you in and you see he’s sitting in your good chair, having helped himself to your cheap whiskey. He’s still flipping his coin in his free hand as he looks you over. There’s a vase of fresh roses, half red and half white, next to his glass. You should come by his club, he says. He’d never serve you cheap shit like this. His shelf is stocked with liquor worth more than your entire building. Says you deserve the luxuries his life has to offer.
He stands and puts the glass down when you ask him what he’s doing in your apartment. He’s thumbing his coin as he finds a trinket tray of the coins he’s left you and tosses one at you. You drop your bag in favor of catching it and swallow nervously.
“Can’t I come visit my favorite girl?” Harvey smirks and puts his hands in his pockets, standing right in front of you. “Or would you rather play waitress for me at my own private table?”
Two-Face’s gravely change on his joke sent shivers down your spine. You jokingly ask if you can flip for it, trying to ease the tension. He cackles and remarks what a funny girl you are, you catch on fast. Sure, he’ll let you let you flip for it. He flips it and catches it on the back of his good hand, telling you to call it. Heads, you blurt out. You had to take a chance on the good side. He asks if you’re sure and you nod.
His smirk grows wide with his teeth bared as he lifts his hands, revealing the good side. The silence is lethal as his face falls into an angry expression before becoming unreadable. He snatches the coin back off his hands and pockets it, clicking his teeth.
“Lucky, lucky girl.” He muttered, polishing off his whiskey. “Guess I’ll be visiting you tomorrow.”
He practically stormed past you, whistling for his goons as soon as he opened your front door. He and Harv were going to have a long, long talk.
“Hope you’re still serving the two-for-one special down at Kane’s.”
The door slammed behind you and you ran to the window, watching him shout at his goons before speeding off down the street. You froze in silence, waiting until you were sure you couldn’t hear the rev of his sports car before grabbing your bag and speeding off in the opposite direction. You were damned to give him a second chance to show up on your doorstep.
More Arkham verse twofacr smut pls i love the way you write him as a system and not just as an alter ego!!!! Maybe a little look of the boys with their lover and how she caters to both sides?
Two-Face (and Harvey) with their best girl <3
Authors note: thank you so much lovely! Honestly when I wrote the two-face piece (x) all those months ago before I went on hiatus I really didn’t expect it to get much attention but wow, this is like the third request I’ve had for more. Both of them are really interesting to write for in their own ways, and tbh this feels all over the place but I really do hope you enjoy sweetness xx
18+ smut, fem reader, slight public play mentions, fingering, pussy eating, soft sex and rough sex, hair pulling
Tilting to the side, you look in the mirror at yourself. You this time last year would hardly have recognised the glamorous figure in front of your eyes, wearing a dress that was worth probably the same as a month’s rent. The satin material felt lovely on your skin, freshly showered and moisturised, just like Harvey liked.
You were sure it was going to be Harvey tonight, with the message he’d sent to your phone being full of flattering language as opposed to two-face’s blunt texts. Now that isn’t to say they couldn’t be romantic or sweet in their own way but…well they’re a lot more simple to read.
Hearing a car stop outside, you know it’s a driver Harvey has sent so have no problem strapping your heels on and getting in, enjoying the views of Gotham’s skyline at night as you’re driven to your destination.
And what a destination it was. He must have paid them off, you thought to yourself, as you get out of the vehicle to see one of your favourite restaurants completely empty, a warm glow emanating from the lights as you spot your lover through the window. He’s dressed well, suit clinging to his frame, hand twitching as he waits.
Dates with Harvey are different than two-face’s. You get the sense that Harvey is pretending, as he pulls out your chair for you, settling across the table as he fiddles with his cufflinks. His demeanour, the confident way he talks; it’s as if he’s Harvey, just Harvey again. Sometimes he hints at his life pre accident, while he’s lost in a conversation he lets slip something that causes his eye to twitch for a fraction of a second.
You suppose it’s difficult for him, his current occupation such a stark contrast to being a district attorney. But you try not to say anything, you just smile and change the subject, keeping him occupied mentally.
Two-face’s dates don’t dwell on those sorts of thoughts. Where he takes you is usually dark, loud. The iceberg lounge is a usual favourite, somewhere he can keep you clutched to his side in a pretty (and short) dress. He loves the eyes on the both of you, and his smirk widens when he hears the hushed tones of ‘how is he dating her?.’
His dates are more-so about showing you off, of displaying you. Of course, he doesn’t just do it for that particular reason. He likes taking you places like that as an exercise of trust. Taking you to bars and clubs where the seediest and most dangerous of Gotham’s underbelly reside, it shows that you trust him to keep you safe. And that he does; big hand gripping you in a way that makes you feel completely his, and completely cared for.
Harvey however treats you like a secret. Not a shameful one, but a precious one. He takes you to places like the one you’re in, beautiful and elegant. But most of all private. You watch as his fingers move to your hand, tracing circles over the back of your hand and then your palm. Almost like he’s testing that you’re still there, with him.
The dinner is sublime, as you expected. Three courses, all paid for by him of course, over a nice bottle of wine. You feel truly wined and dined at the end of it all, walking hand in hand to another car waiting. Like teenagers you giggle as he kisses your neck softly, your eyes fluttering as the streetlights cast shadows that fall across your lovers skin.
Both of them are always eager to have you; foreplay usually starts before you both are back in the familiarity of the home you share. Harvey seems to have more restraint, with fleeting touches and hushed whispers of promises that’ll be fulfilled when you’re both alone. Two-face on the other hand is always less…ashamed. His hand will oftentimes wander to your ass, squeezing and groping as you giggle and try to swat him away. However if you’re in a particularly dark area or booth, he’s been known to creep his fingers up your thighs, slipping beneath your flimsy panties and teasing your clit, all to watch your lips part as you attempt to not give the game away.
As Harvey gently pushes you through the doorway and against the wall, his kisses become more unrestrained and aggressive. Teeth nip and drag against your neck, hands grope everywhere they feel, a knee slots between your legs and pushes up, causing a delicious sensation against your clothed pussy. However he manages to pull away, gripping your wrist and leading you towards the bedroom, ignoring that twitch in his scarred eye to take you now now now.
Two-face usually doesn’t make it that far. The all consuming need for you overtakes him as he feels your gentle flesh beneath his palms. Oftentimes you’re pushed against the sofa, fingers digging into plush cushions as the fabric of your dress bunches around your hips.
But you know that’s what they both need. They need the distinction, and you’re happy to oblige them both. You let Harvey unwrap you like a gift, preening under his muttered praises of how delicious you look, how pretty and delicate and beautiful you are. The reverence in his voice always makes you flush, as his fingers stretch you open slowly, intimately. You let him place your legs over his shoulders, folding you as he sinks into your warmth slowly and carefully. No matter how many times, your eyes always flutter closed in bliss as his dick fills you up in such a delicious way. His groans always make you clench, as he makes love to you in a slow and purposeful way. Now that doesn’t mean he doesn’t lose himself, the pleasure meaning he snaps his hips faster, two-face’s voice in his head goading him to take you harder, to give you more. His hand wraps around your wrists, keeping you where he wants you as he brings you over the edge.
Just like you let two-face clumsily pulling your panties down, muttering how much of a fuckin’ tease you’d been all night (even though he was the one practically fingering you under the table). You let him get on his knees behind you and sinks his tongue into your pussy, the vibrations of his loud groans and mumbles of how good and sinful you taste making your clit throb. He’s messy with it, your juices sticking to his face. Perhaps if it wasn’t date night he’d finish you that way, the way Harvey is telling him to. But he can’t resist, tongue still working your folds as his fingers do away with his belt and pull his hard cock from his trousers. He still keeps you bent over the sofa as he sinks into you, allowing you a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck you like he’s been thinking about ever since he saw the tight dress clinging to your hips and thighs. His hands always seem harsh, but never punishing as they pull your hair and fondle your tits. The extra stimulation always makes you whine, and he loves the breathy noise when his fingers cruelly pinch your nipples until they harden. You hear him huff, not knowing he’s having a small argument with Harvey about whether or not to choke you as you take his dick, but eventually he settles for spreading your asscheeks to watch himself make a mess of your soaked pussy.
But no matter how different they are, the afterwards is always the same. You find yourself curled up to his side as you breathe. His hand plays idly up and down your back, and depending on his day before he’d had you in his sights he often lights a cigarette, doing his best to angle the smoke away from your face. Both of them look at you in those moments, appreciating the soft look on your face, how happy and content you seem. They may not understand why them, but they’re damn sure they feel privileged to have you. Even when you steal all the covers later that night.
Hi, I've read all your posts and I loved them all. Now, we could have the DC villains with their love, who is a vigilante (female reader), find a child and, as a result, they begin to raise him together. ❤️
thank you so much that's so sweet :(
this is fun considering another child related request I received recently! luckily for this child they have you here to influence the rogues! if there's any specific character you'd like and/or anything fleshed out Lemme know!
Riddler/Edward Nygma
oh no. nonono we're not keeping it.
nono! he's not gonna hear it! he doesn't care how much you want it!
...well okay.. you've worn him down.. but don't expect him to "hang out" with "it"
okay he deserved that smack but seriously why are you doing this to yourself! he's enough of a child as is!
Don't let it get its narstie child hands on his stuff! its not a toy >:(
Despite all of that, it is quite sweet when they start warming up to each other.. he's showing them how to solve basic puzzles and trying not to be too critical (extremely hard for him so please be patient).
he will be getting them a tiny green suit tailored along with a matching bowler and cane. so cute.
imagine this asshole showing up for parent teacher meetings and being the poor teacher who "had the nerve" to give his kid less than an A+
he's a bit emotionally unavailable but tries to make up with it through quality time. be this teaching them programming, computer science, and playing board games.
Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane
ugh you really want it?? fine. but you have to take care of it, feed it and walk it.
I've always imagined him being that odd uncle who's off-putting because he's literally insane but other than that he's cool..
he will teach them reading, writing, spelling and basics like that.
this child will have half the house off limits as Jon's paranoid they'll touch/break some of his lab tech or worst case scenario come in contact with some of his toxins.
he understood terror at an early age and will not want to inflict that on his own child.
with his background, he also studied child psychology so he understands the importance of his presence in their life.. despite how reluctant he may feel about it.
will read them bedtime stories. he's surprisingly good at the voices!
imagine how much fun Halloween will be for this kid! despite how many schemes he might have for the bat and Gotham, this kid will have a whole day dedicated to them. trick or treating and age appropriate films will ensue!
TwoFace/Harvey Dent
okay I can see this going one or two (haha) ways. either this guy is like "no absolutely not" or they decide to try turn over a new leaf.
They will not be their father. end of.
they will be present, loving and kind. no voices will ever be raised towards this kid.
he would, for the first time in awhile, be conscious of his scarring. its a brilliant tool for crime, he looks scary and intimidating.
but as a father? they don't want to be stared at in public, scare other children in the park or at their child's school... and most of all, they don't want their child to be embarrassed or ashamed of them.
they want to be an actual family.
Harvey is doing most of the talking and fronting now. Harv is still present, as he always was, watching over Harvey as alters do.
Harv's fond of the child. believe me, if any harm came to them from either rogue, thug or GCPD, Big Bad Harv will make his comeback.
Black Mask/Roman Sionis
Oh okay you want it? sure doll... just like, keep it away from his office, yeah?
Honestly he's kind of chill about the whole thing, almost indifferent.
at first he's lowkey expecting you to get bored and that'll be the end of it.. but when you don't, suddenly he's kind of freaking out.
its like when dads are calm during the pregnancy but when the baby's coming its actually happening and they panic.
He's worried about safety even more now. this is an extremely paranoid man. now its increased tenfold.
this child is going to have bodyguards galore. to and from school, when they're outside, hell- they sneeze and they'll have a tissue handed to them by one!
No matter how much you protest he's going to spoil this kid. no matter what they want. oh? they're six and want a pink elephant? done. they want a fully functional crane for their sandbox? already in the post.
kind of emotionally unavailable because he's so connected to crime he wants you and your child to not miss him too much if he dies.
Bane
Oh hell yeah he's down. excellent lineage! this kid will be powerful and strong! but still, they will have a childhood.
he's such a good dad :( it actually makes me sad.
he's nurturing. both within the ring and outside of it.
this child will be strong physically, mentally and emotionally.
this massive man has a humungous heart. yes, to others he's calculating, stoic and reserved.
but he will be going to the park with this kid and getting on the fucking seesaw. that's such a funny image oh my god. could you imagine being another parent and seeing that??
he raises this child to be a protector from bullies and an advocate for themself too.
despite all this he is TOTALLY that dad who loses his mind when doing Math homework. MATH IS MATH why did they suddenly change it?? when did long division get so convoluted??
the child will cry, as did we all. but they'll go and get ice cream after to cheer them up :)
Content: You’re the shining star of Gotham’s socialite scene, one day Harvey Dent snags your attention: are you ready to be pulled into his orbit or will you stand your ground? I am planning to make this a series, exploring Harvey’s character arc into two-face, so show some love if you’d like this!
Warnings: Smoking, shotgunning, drunk behaviour (not exhibited by reader or Harvey), mentions of sex, male and female nudity, kissing, vague descriptions of sex not explicit, swearing, p in v sex alluded to.
The annual Wayne Foundation gala; you’d been getting invitations since you were a child, so naturally you were inclined to go. After years of mixing with the elite of Gotham you’d noticed that the ratio of people who were vapid and greedy to those who were kind and generous, was severely disproportionate. Luckily, you cared for the charities, you listened to the pitches for all the initiatives, you worked to create fundraising events of your own.
However, a rich man who weighed the same amount as his gold was approaching you- making you wish you stayed at home. Deftly, you swapped your clutch into your dominant hand so you wouldn’t have to shake his; all standard operating procedure known to those who come to these galas often, but confusing to those who don’t.
“My dear, my dear,” he mused swaying slightly, before deciding it was best to lean on the ledge next to him. “How’s the environmental initiative going?” Great, he’s so drunk he can’t even remember your name, clearly you weren’t rich enough to constantly be on his radar.
“Oh it’s just wonderful Mr Johnson, your contribution has made such a tremendous difference!”
As Mr Johnson stumbled through his reply, you caught the site of the new DA laughing, making your breath catch, well who wouldn’t be stunned? After all he was drop dead gorgeous. His hair was well-styled, chocolate waves clearly tamed by a comb, it was so perfectly causal, just the right blend of respectability, but with a hint freedom to be a real person. The tailored suit he wore fit him perfectly, but left oh so much to the imagination. It was the way he held himself too, like a lion preparing to strike, but with the elegance of the swan.
The DA surveyed the room, till his hazel eyes fixed on you and flashed with a warmth that showed his honesty. Harvey Dent was the kind of man that was all too rare in Gotham, let alone its wealthy upper circle.
“So what do you think?” Mr Johnson slurred, taking another swig from his champagne glass and breaking the time spell that had fallen over you.
“Oh I totally agree!” You enthusiastically responded, usually you’d find it dangerous to blindly agree, but he was so drunk he wouldn’t even remember it tomorrow.
Then you noticed that Harvey Dent seemed to motioning towards you subtly while talking to his friend Bruce Wayne.
When you looked at Bruce it felt as though he was everything all at once, it was as if when he wished like everyone else something more happened- if he wanted sunshine all the clouds would disappear, if it was raining it would storm, a gust of wind would turn into a hurricane.
Yet, it was rude to stare so you turned your attentions back to Mr Johnson.
“How’s the kids?” The blunt question was meant to sober him up.
“Oh… yes, yes my kids, such darlings…”
Oh brother, this guy stinks.
“Are you harassing this poor lady, Johnny?” The dulcet tones of Bruce Wayne met your ears before you could rip your hair out and he was accompanied by his attractive friend.
“Of course not, we were having a very illuminating conversation about… errr.” Johnson’s cheeks went as red as his wine.
“The environmental initiative.” You supplied helpfully.
“Aha yes! Right then, I best be off, lots of networking to do.” Johnson waddled away with a half-hearted wave and grab at the closest serving plate of alcohol.
“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Harvey Dent, I don’t believe you two have been formally introduced.” Bruce gestured, while Harvey stepped forward like some sort of debutant.
“Well, it’s not everyday you meet the DA.” You replied, while putting on your most charming, networking smile.
Harvey held out his hand for you to shake, causing you to swap your clutch.
“Strong grip Mr Dent.”
The dazzling grin he blessed you with, made your heart trip over itself, “I’m always firm with what I want.”
“And why do you want me?” You replied, great you hadn’t meant for your voice to come out so breathless.
“Why for your,” slowly his eyes took in your figure up and down, making you gulp with anticipation, “environmental initiative of course. Imagine what it could do for a place like Gotham.”
A man this charming was bound to set your common sense on fire and throw it out of the window, all he needed was the ammunition of your eyes widening- now he knew you were game.
“Care to dance with me?” He proposed, holding his hand out to tempt you to do something more stupid.
“Why of course.”
That’s the story of how you ended up letting Harvey Dent take you home.
Before you knew it, he was kissing you in the middle of your penthouse, as masterful as an artist; Harvey’s kisses were slow and deep, like a tide lazily lapping to the shore. Surrendering to Harvey, you planted both your hands on his arms, grounding yourself in the fog of desire.
His grip tightened as you melted in his arms, a yearning moan left your mouth- no one had ever lavished you like this before.
The soft motions of his lips moved down to your jaw, leaving long lasting kisses that were as gentle as a small breeze. His kisses made you feel like the only girl in the World and twice as pretty as all your friends at the country club.
Gratefully, you tipped your head to the side, shivering at his resultant groan that vibrated to your spine and back.
Then his attentions latched onto that oh so sweet spot on your neck, “Harvey!”
“Yes?” Fuck, when had his voice gotten so rough?
“Ngh- don’t stop.”
And fuck he didn’t. He didn’t stop when his lips moved back to yours, he didn’t stop when your clothes fell away, he didn’t stop when he tenderly lowered you onto the bed.
Praises flowed from his lips like you were his only reason for living, “So perfect, darling, so perfect for me.”
At one point his grip on your hips became so tight, that you had to yelp in pain and arch off the bed. His gleaming white teeth shone as he shushed your concerns and languidly pressed you back down.
“Better now Princess?”
“A-huh.”
“Use your words.” His tone was condescending, while he brushed stray baby hairs away from your face.
“Bet-ahh!” The confirmation was interrupted by the fastening of his hip thrusts, his smooth rolls gradually increasing in depth.
“Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts darling?” The softening of his eyes warmed your heart.
“I promise.” Sealing the deal with a passionate kiss, the night continued in a series of questions answered with pleasure. Harvey was the dream guy, constantly focused on your pleasure, with the tiniest moments of rebellion to keep your toes curled in delight and tension.
Hours later you were lying down, the twisted silk sheets were loose against your legs as were they against his, but he was sitting up instead. Sweat glistened on his abs and you traced the trail upwards with your eyes, from his smooth neck to his mouth which now had a cigarette dangling from it.
The moonlight flooded through the windows, illuminating one half of his face in silvery light, the other was barely visible due to the orange ember of the cigarette.
"You’re smoking.” You commented lightly, still admiring the handsome view.
Harvey chuckled, his cheeks still dusted pink from your earlier activities, “Don’t tell Bruce… We all have our vices after all."
“That we do.” Just as he took another drag you sat up and crossed your arms on his shoulder.
Harvey was a polite man, so polite in fact he felt inclined to turn his face away to blow out the smoke. However, you had other plans- lazily you reached out your finger to touch his cheek and direct his face towards yours. Once again, his eyes were blown out with desire and anticipation, as you leaned forward capturing the smoke in your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed in appreciation of the sensations you felt; the smoke curling against your lips, the heat of his breath and the intensity of his gaze.
As you opened your eyes, Harvey planted the back of his hand on the nape of your neck, forcing you to stay close and get lost in his honey sweet eyes. “You are something else.” His voice was rough with desire and exertion.
“That’s how I feel about you.” You leant forward and kissed him again, never tiring of the intensity of his desire.
“Mmm.”
It had been a long night, but not long enough yet.
passing possessive touches, mysteriously broken locks, promises of providing a life that you deserve. he gets chinese takeout for dinner most nights, shows up to your apartment unannounced and whisks you away into hiding for various stints at a time, insisting someone is looking for him. but he still knows how to negotiate and how to convince you that everythings going to be okay.
hello~ do you think Roman and the other villains like it when reader is a self-initiated good girl or a bad girl?
I'm interpreting this as sort of the reader takes it upon themselves to be this way?
If that's the case then it really depends on the villain and which end of the spectrum reader is on. Since you specifically used "good girl", I'll be writing for f/afab reader if that's alright.
Roman:
Either one is great with Roman. As a good girl you want to please him, dote on him, etc. and he's a-ok with that. You'll get ultimate princess treatment/rewards, cuddling, soft!Roman galore. Being a bad girl and a brat will frustrate him affectionately. He enjoys getting to tease you as payback; orgasm denial, overstim, spanking, etc. It's also fun for him when you tease him and think you can just scamper off thinking you can just leave him riled up. He's going to have you gasping, unable to form a coherent thought when he's through with you 💖
Two-Face:
Two-Face is all over a good girl, loves to test your limits (safely), and has a bit of a corruption kink with that dynamic. Would definitely be a sugar daddy for a good girl. A bad girl annoys him too much. You can't both operate in gremlin/goblin mode, it's too much, gives him a headache. Harvey likes a bad girl; he's always so by the book so someone who pushes him out of that comfort zone a little is nice. It gives him a chance to be a bit more playful.
Hush:
Tommy digs either one. A good girl he enjoys since he's manipulative so you're already making things easy. A bad girl will be a challenge for him. You're so defiant sometimes and so smug about it, but he's got a way with words to make you think twice about whatever bratty thing you're thinking about doing. He likes when you're a bit bratty, likes to watch how easily he can make you weak in the knees for him.
Penguin:
Going off of The Batman!Penguin, he's a tough guy, he's been through shit and I think he's a huge softie for his girl. A good girl for Oz will have the moon on a string. A bad girl, maybe not so much. He needs someone to take the edge off of being in the mob. He's not in the mood for petulant behavior when he comes home, he just wants someone soft to be soft for.
It was true what they always said. Three was a crowd. Harvey and Twoface were both very different lovers which was exciting but could also be difficult to handle. Especially when they wanted time alone. Finding compromise was always a struggle and often led to arguments or flipping the coin.
Having someone flip a coin for who got to fuck you or not was a very funny yet attractive thing.
"You boys play nice! There's only one of me!"
"And I want it all sugar lips!"
"I can't argue with that. I'm down bad for you baby."
They couldn't focus on whether or not they wanted to touch you or start throwing punches. But obviously that wouldn't end well for them.
"Stand aside pretty boy! You got enough spotlight!"
"I don't think so she's my girlfriend-"
"She's mine too! You couldn't please her right anyways."
"What???? Oh so you want to go there huh-"
You had to step in to stop them before that escalated. Your clothes were half hanging off and you desperately wanted to feel somebody's hands. Doing them both was a spectacle and quite a work out but it was one you loved.
"Boys!!!"
This snapped their attention back to you as you say seductively and tilted your head with a pout,
"You gotta play nice! I'm all alone over here~"
Twoface looked you up and down feeling too frisky to want to keep fighting.
"And looking sexy as hell too doll."
"I'm sorry baby you know how it gets- I just want some alone time with you can you blame me?"
"Harv I know~ it's okay just kiss me."
They came closer bridging the gap and eagerly taking hold of your hips. Harvey kissed you eagerly while twoface went to grab a breast greedily.
"Guess we'll just have to go two rounds then huh?"
