#harvey dent fanfic

[hintsofhoney]

A Deal's a Deal

Pairing(s): Harvey Dent x F!Reader x Soldier Boy

Summary: Your boss, Harvey, agrees to share you with Soldier Boy in return for some intel on Homelander, but only if he can join in on the fun, too.

Square(s) Filled: boss/employee for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Tags: 18+, smutty smut smut, oral sex (male receiving), dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome, dregradation, light slapping, light choking, p in v, unprotected rough sex (be smart), this is really raunchy lmfao

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I think I wrote this before Gotham Knights even aired and it's been sitting in my WIPs folder ever since. As always thank you to my loves @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing this raunchiness. GIF is mine. Hope you all enjoy the depravities of my brain!

You can also read me on Ao3!

MAIN MASTERLIST

When you took the job as Harvey Dent’s secretary, you didn’t know you’d be spending most of your time on your knees. Hard worker, quick learner, able to follow instruction: these were the qualities listed under the job’s ideal candidate section — you just didn’t know you’d be using them like this . Not that you were complaining. Not in the slightest. 

You knock on Harvey’s office door — he had just called you in over the intercom which usually meant all work and no play. He’d call your desk phone directly if he had any… special requests. 

“Come in,” you hear from the other side of the barrier, and you push it open, quickly closing it behind you as you come to stand in front of his desk. You adjust your pencil skirt, pulling it down slightly — a nervous tick you think you developed from being in his dominating presence.

“Yes, Sir?” 

“Y/N, I need you to come meet someone with me. Record the meeting, take some notes,” he explains, looking up at you expectantly with those icy blues. 

You nod. “Got it, Sir.” 

“Good.” The absence of the word “girl” disappoints you a little, but you don’t let it show. “Get your coat. We’re leaving now.”

Harvey hasn’t told you where you’re going or who you’re meeting, but you assume it’s someone important when you reach the fancy apartment complex. Taking the elevator up to the 8th floor, you trail behind him as he finds door 12B and knocks lightly with the knuckle of his pointer finger. 

“Ben!? Open up. It’s Dent.”

You don’t know who Ben is until the door opens slowly, and the face on the other side is plastered on every wall, bus, and sign in the city. Ben is the once celebrated superhero, Soldier Boy.

He pokes his head out into the hallway, looking both ways (and doing a very obvious double take on you) before stepping aside and letting you and Harvey in. You don’t know what your boss could possibly need with a supe, let alone a not very well liked one, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you stand in his presence. It’s true what they say — he’s even more beautiful in person. 

“This is my secretary, Y/N,” Harvey says, throwing a quick nod in your direction to introduce you. 

Soldier Boy holds out his hand. “Ben,” he says with a smirk.

“Pleasure,” you reply, enamored. 

“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.”

Your thighs clench together at that. 

“She’s here to take some notes,” Harvey interrupts, stepping in between the two of you, forcing your hands apart. He turns his head to glare at you. “And that’s all she’s here for.”

You try not to cower underneath his stare. “Right. Sorry, Sir.”

You begin to pull out a pen and notepad from your purse, ignoring the laugh that Soldier Boy huffs through his nose. 

“Something funny, Ben?” Harvey asks.

“Just seems like you got a well trained pet there, is all. Bet she feels even better than she looks.”

Harvey chuckles softly, inviting himself to some whiskey on the liquor cart nearby. “That she does.” He shoots a quick wink your way, and your cheeks heat up as you watch him pour himself a glass. “Now, are you going to tell me what you know about Homelander, or did I waste my time coming here?” he asks the supe, taking a sip of his whiskey. 

“Tell you what,” Soldier Boy says with a smirk, his eyes raking over your body, “You let me have her and I’ll tell you whatever it is you wanna know.”

Your boss looks over his shoulder at you, one eyebrow raised in a way that always makes your knees buckle. 

“You want my assistant?” he asks, his eyes still on you.

“I want to fuck your assistant,” Soldier Boy corrects. “And then I’ll help you.”

Harvey chuckles, low and deep, turning his head to face the supe again. “Fine. But I don’t share if I can’t join in on the fun.”

“Can’t blame you there, Dent.” Soldier Boy makes his way over to the sofa behind you, and you stare at your boss, awaiting further instructions.

“Why are you still standing?” he asks, with a tone that makes you feel like the stupidest girl on the planet. You place your purse on the nearby coffee table before dropping to your knees like he’s trained you to do, head bowed and hands behind your back. “Sorry, Sir.” You hear Soldier Boy huff a laugh behind you; you know he’s finding your blind obedience both amusing and impressive – and that gives you a sense of pride that shows itself in your reddening cheeks.

“Now, Ben here is gonna use you however he sees fit,” Harvey explains, pulling down on your hair forcefully, making your eyes meet with his, “and I expect you to show him the same respect that you show me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Go ahead, crawl over there,” he instructs, nodding towards the couch where Soldier Boy was sitting, legs spread and cock hard underneath his sweats. You obey, Harvey walking slowly behind you, watching your ass as you crawl, the dark spot on your gray pencil skirt making his own dick twitch. “Stop,” he commands, and you freeze in your tracks, only a foot away from your destination. “Pull your skirt up.”

You sit up briefly to pull your skirt up over your hips, revealing to Soldier Boy that you have nothing on underneath it. Harvey already knows this of course — he’s the one who made the rule. 

“Christ, Dent,” Soldier Boy exclaims as you finish your crawl. You stop right in front of the tent in his pants, your knees grateful for the carpeted floor. He leans over you and grabs your ass in both hands, pulling your cheeks apart before letting them go and watching them bounce back together. “She’s fucking perfect.” 

Harvey chuckles softly. “When she wants to be.”

Soldier Boy sits back, his green eyes lust-filled and hungry as he takes his cock out from beneath his gray sweats. He’s big, about Harvey’s size, and you’re confident in your abilities thanks to the number of times you’ve sucked your boss off underneath his desk.

“Manners, Y/N,” Harvey reminds you. “Next time you won’t get a reminder.”

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and Soldier Boy huffs another half impressed, half amused laugh as he wraps his hand in your hair. “Fucking hell.”

He pulls you towards his dick, and you use your hands to catch yourself in an all fours position as your tongue meets with his tip. You let the supe use your mouth like it’s a fuck toy, your head bobbing up and down, gurgling noises filling the room as his cock hits the back of your throat, your spit soaking his shaft. It’s only when he pushes your head all the way down, your nose meeting with the tuft of hair above his dick, that you feel Harvey’s presence behind you. The familiar feeling of his cock running through your folds causes you to moan around Soldier Boy, which in turn makes his dick twitch in your mouth. 

“Fuck,” he gasps, letting his head fall back. 

Harvey chuckles softly, entering you slowly and causing you to moan once more. “If you think that feels good, wait ‘til she comes. Hold her there.”

Soldier Boy nods, readjusting his grip in your hair, and you’ve never been more thankful for Harvey training you out of your gag reflex. With Soldier Boy’s cock stuffed in your mouth, you’re able to focus entirely on your boss’s thrusts and the coil slowly tightening in your abdomen. You can feel your juices running down your inner thighs, and when Harvey reaches around to rub your clit in tandem with his thrusting, you’re on the edge in seconds. 

He uses his free hand to land a firm smack on your ass, and your squeal is muffled by the cock in your mouth. “Cum,” he commands, and that’s all you need to push you over, moaning around Soldier Boy as your pussy clenches around Harvey. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Soldier Boy breathes, watching you as you convulse beneath him, keeping your head firmly in position. Harvey hums in agreement, fucking you through your high until your body relaxes again. Soldier Boy starts bobbing your head on his cock again, much slower this time, and you're grateful for the air filling your nostrils once more. “Whenever you’re done, Dent,” Soldier Boy pipes up. “I said I want to fuck her. And I didn’t mean her mouth.”

You hear Harvey huff through his nose, and you can’t help but feel like he’s almost annoyed over the thought of actually sharing your cunt, but in Soldier Boy’s defense, a deal is a deal. You whimper as he slips out of you, and Soldier Boy swiftly pulls you off of his cock. 

“On the couch, on your back. Hang your head off the end there,” Harvey orders, nodding towards the end of the sofa with no armrest. You do as you’re told, lying down on the couch with your legs spread for Soldier Boy and your head hanging off the edge with your mouth open for your boss. “Gooood girl,” Harvey praises, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing at his words. With your eyes focused on your boss, you don’t notice Soldier Boy reaching for your blouse, ripping it open without a second thought and sending buttons flying everywhere. You whimper at the sheer force, but it’s quickly silenced by Harvey’s cock in your mouth. Soldier Boy pulls the cups of your bra down, your breasts spilling out of their confines causing him to groan. 

“Jesus, where’d you find her, Dent? Fuckin’ perfect slut.” 

The comment goes straight to your core, and you’re eager to be filled from both ends again. 

“You grab her right here,” Harvey starts, his hand gently wrapping around your throat, “and you can feel how deep she’s taking me.”

“Fuck,” Soldier Boy breathes, replacing Harvey’s hand with his own, his grip slightly firmer. Harvey busies his own hands with your exposed breasts, and Soldier Boy drags his cock through your soaked folds before entering you in one quick thrust. You choke on Harvey’s dick at the abrupt action, causing him to twitch inside you. “Jesus, she does feel even better than she looks,” Soldier Boy remarks, his hips picking up the pace as he begins to pound into you. With every thrust, it sends Harvey’s cock to the back of your throat, and you can feel the pressure of Soldier Boy’s palm on your neck as he feels how deep you can take it. 

You’re not sure how long you’re being used from both ends, but you’re enjoying every second of it. With the two men alternating their thrusts, you’re never empty, and you can’t think of the last time you’ve been fucked this dumb. You notice the heat rising in your core again, but you know you can only come with Harvey’s permission. He likes it when you let go on his command. Your pussy clenches around Soldier Boy’s cock in warning. 

“Fuck, Dent, I think she’s about to —”

A firm slap gets delivered to your cheek, and you moan around the dick in your mouth.

“She comes when I tell her to,” Harvey says, his voice deep and commanding. “And only when I tell her to.”

“I don’t give a fuck how she comes, as long as it ain’t before me.”

“Oh, it won’t be. She knows better, don’t you, Y/N?”

You nod to the best of your ability before feeling Soldier Boy’s cock twitch inside you. He’s close. He speeds up his thrusts, and they turn from rhythmic to sloppy as he chases his high. It’s getting harder to hold back your own orgasm, but you know better than to test your boss.

“Oh, fuck,” Soldier Boy gasps, and then you feel him filling you up as a sharp smack comes down on your breast with the command that you’ve been waiting for.

“Cum. Now,” Harvey orders, and you're convulsing underneath him once again. Your release seems to trigger his, and before you can come down from your high, you're being filled from both ends. “Good girl,” Harvey praises. “Such a good plaything, aren’t you?” He pulls out of your mouth and looks down at your drool, cum, and tear-streaked face, his blue eyes meeting with yours. You nod in response to his question, breathing heavily as you fill your lungs with air again. You whimper as Soldier Boy pulls out next, leaving you feeling both unbearably empty and incredibly satisfied. You lay on the couch, unmoving, as you watch both men get presentable again, and you suddenly feel very exposed when you realize what you must look like compared to them. 

“Bring her to every meeting and you just might get the answers you want,” Soldier Boy comments with a smirk, taking in your abused pussy, his cum dripping from your hole. 

Harvey chuckles. “I’ll keep that in mind. Y/N!” he snaps, and you look over to him. He’s got a pen and legal pad in his hand — ones that he pulled out of your purse. “Kneel. On the floor.” 

You roll off the couch and drop to your knees as Harvey hands you the stationary and takes a seat where you had just been laying. 

“You’ll take your notes on your knees,” he explains, staring down at you before leaning forward and curling his forefinger underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. “And if you do a good job, you might just get to come again.”

[pricetagofficial]

Day 19: Gift Exchange

Pairing: Harvey Dent x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of language, fluff and Harvey is a lovesick fool.

A/N: Welcome to day 19! We are less than a week from Christmas! Do you guys have any plans for the holiday? Or if you don't celebrate Christmas, is there a holiday you do celebrate or just a winter tradition? Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune

Masterlist

Harvey was never a crowd person. Even before he began his life of crime, Harvey did not enjoy crowd. Now was he a good public speaker, and had a way with words that had people worshiping him? Yes, but that didn't mean he enjoyed doing it.

Becoming a feared crime boss in Gotham helped dissuade any potential invites as well.

You were a different case, however.

Crowds were never a problem, and you socialized like your life depended on it. As if you didn't get a certain amount of interaction, you would shrivel up like a plant in the summer heat.

Maybe that was why he fell in love with you. For everything he wasn't, you were. Where he lacked, you shined like a diamond.

So when you came up to him with pouty eyes, asking if he would go to a Christmas party with you, Harvey couldn't say no even if he wanted to.

That was where he was now. Tucked in a corner, as a Christmas party in the Iceberg Lounge.

It was a place he wasn't going to be judged, and neither were you for bring an ugly fucker like him along. Cobblepott had a short list of people he did not want to cross, and Harvey was relatively high on it.

He was pretty sure he was ranked higher than the Batman, but that's because Batman didn't murder.

Now the one who ran around with a red helmet from time to time? He scared the Penguin. But no one scared him more than Nightwing. No one quite knew why he ranked that high, and Cobblepott refused to elaborate.

Harvey's eyes watched as you mingled. and laughed. You were truly a sight to behold, in a stylish black and white dress that matched his trademark suit.

A gift rested in his pocket, a simple one. You enjoyed Harvey's gifts, but he also respected the fact you had a simple taste compared to other women.

Tossing back the last of his whiskey, Harvey made his way over to you and tapped your shoulder.

Immediately the women you were with began to giggle the second he came into view, Harvey had no idea why. He wasn't someone who would try to understand the female psyche unless it came to you.

Turning to look at him, your smile grew brighter at the sight of him.

"Hey Harvey," you smiled. "Is everything okay?"

The way you tilted your head at him made his heart swell. How could you be so adorable?

"I um--" he coughed. "I just wanted to see if you would go on a walk with me?"

Harvey's heart almost stopped seeing you nod excitedly at him. How could he love someone as much as he did you?

Linking his arm with yours, Harvey smiled as he led you away to a private corner.

"I have a gift for you,"

Looking up at him, you were a little surprised. "But it's not even Christmas yet?"

Harvey rubbed the back of his neck. "I know, but I saw this the other day and really wanted you to have it before." Pulling the little box out of his pocket, Harvey took your hands and placed it in them.

"It'll make sense once you open it."

Giving Harvey a small smile, you handed him your drink before you began to open the gift letting out a gasp when you saw what it was.

Inside the box was an elegant jewlery set, earring and a necklace both with an elegant and intricate design of a snowflake. You could see why Harvey would want you to have it now, for the winter season.

"Oh baby, it's beautiful." you cooed. Looking at him once again, you held it up. "Help my put it on?"

And Harvey did just that.

And he definitely couldn't hide his grin when you eventually made it back to your group of friends as they fawned over your gift.

[multifanatics]

Scratches || General!Harvey Dent x F!Reader

A/N: I had thoughts about scratching Two-Face and how he would react after.. This is the by-product.

Warnings: Scratching, Smut, Mentions of blood, Probably more.

Word Count: 446

“Don’t be afraid to scratch us up.” 

“We can take it, doll.” Harv thrusted his hips upward making [Y/N] gasp out. Harv had taken over from here after a flip of a coin. Double headed with one side scratched up. Harv’s side won. 

“I.. I don’t want to hurt either of you.” 

“Don’t worry about college boy. We like the marks.” Harv husked into [Y/N]’s ear before thrusting quickly. [Y/N] dug her nails into either side of their back as Harv started moving, fucking himself into her. 

“H-harv..” [Y/N] moaned out as she dug her nails deeper into his back and the roughness of Harv’s movements caused the bleeding. Harv used his hand to move one of [Y/N]’s hands to their chest, where the line met. 

“Ahh.. Good girl.” Harv groaned into [Y/N]’s ear, quickening his pace. Her deep nails combined with Harv’s movements made it perfect, the red marks that would have no other way but bleeding slightly. [Y/N]’s other hand found Harvey’s shoulder and dug as deep as she could. 

“Mark us, doll.” Harv grunted yet again. He was loud and mixing the undeniable pleasure with a sting of pain. 

“Mark us, till there ain’t a part of our body that doesn’t feel tender.” Tonight was going to be a long night. Especially per Harv’s request, he was quick and rough and liked to see the slight blood that gathered at [Y/N]’s fingernails. Their blood, the rawest form of passion. 

***

“Argh.. Fuck.” Harvey was checking out the marks in the mirror, accidentally touching one that was overly tender. Before checking out the hickeys on their neck and chest, a shirt aggravated their skin much more than usual.

“Remind me to do this on a day when we don't got meetings.” 

“Only if you would listen to me, I strictly told you nothing rough.”

“It’s in my nature, college boy.” 

“Morning, Harvey.” [Y/N] kissed Harvey twice. One for Harvey and one for Harv. [Y/N] watched Harvey react to the scratches and the markings. 

“Ahh.. Morning, baby.” Harvey moved [Y/N]’s hand from his shoulder carefully minding the tenderness there.

“I-I…” 

“Don’t worry, he’s right. We like the marks.” 

“Makes him feel good, appreciated.” 

“A little more than that, but yes.” 

“Makes you feel… owned?” 

“Baby, we got things to do today.” Harvey warned in a softer manner than what Harv would have, but she was right. The thought made him hard. Harv and Harvey were the only ones who could make [Y/N] feel so good and she made them feel even better with or without sex.

[unphasedslacker]

I like to think whenever Two-Face kidnaps Gotham's beloved prince Bruce Wayne, Brucie would use the time he was with his former friend to catch up on sleep, because even though Harvey's a villain and all, he still associates him with warmth and safety, and he knows that Two-Face/Harvey would never actually harm him.

Two-Face would just let him. Maybe he'll start reading a book, with Bruce leaning on him with Harvey's arm wrapped around him, until either Batman's flock or the GCPD show up, or Alfred just pays up the small sum (because 5 million bucks is a small sum for the Waynes) demanded and then Two-Face would just, let Bruce go. When it's Alfred paying, Bruce will even give the villain a hug and/or a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

:) I just really like BruHarvey/TwoBats

[reginalusus]

Ignore the shitty sketch.

Oh, what is this? The first three chapters are now live and up on AO3? OMG...

I've yapped about my Jason and Harvey fic in the tags of my drawings for the past month, now I've written it. Some of it. Teehee.

It's not complete parental fluff like a lot of people were expecting I think, sorry... nope, I just threw these two assholes into a relatively simple plot that will sort of build that relationship. You might vibe with it, you might not, that's ok. ^^

Uhhh, when I see other people advertise their fics on their blog, they normally leave, like, a snippet of it. Ok. Here's a silly part:

You can read it here if you like.

I'll leave the first three chapters up for a while and see how it goes. *Sweats nervously.*

[finniestoncrane]

fuuuuuuuuckkk daddy two-face is so hot. i want to be his spoiled sugar baby I want to be his Special Little Princess so bad finnie

Arkham!Two Face x Fem!Reader, word count: 500 yeah i am weak-willed and desperate for him like i don't know if this was a request baby but i couldn't get the idea out of my head that last line kept bouncing around in there💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: tiny bit of grinding, flirting, mentions of rough sex but nothing explicit

With a soft pout in response to his denial of your latest wishes you wiggled your hips, shifting in Harvey's lap, rubbing yourself against him, hoping to soften him up by getting him a little hard.

"You know, if anyone else looked at me like that, whether I'd just told them no or not, I wouldn't hesitate to break their neck."

Harvey ran a finger up the front of your throat to emphasise his words, his nails scraping over the skin, just a little bit of pain to remind you how serious he was about that statement. Regardless, you knew there were no repercussions for looking at him with wide eyes, pleading and needy. You could get away with anything as far as Harvey was concerned. You had him wrapped around your finger, in fact, both of them were under your spell. It was easy to know how to play them and you did it expertly, often against each other, but only ever for his benefit.

Maybe sometimes there was a need to convince Harvey to be a little bit more adventurous in order to satiate the needs of his darker side. It was your job to encourage that, to help him put aside the affection he held for you, the fling he swore he wouldn't fall for. A gentle place of your hand against his chest, looking into his eyes, focusing on the damaged, reddened one, looking at him, not just how he looked. Letting him know with all sincerity that his precious doll was able to indulge in a bit of violence with him, if he'd allow it.

And maybe there were occasions where you needed to keep Harv sweet, to push him back with the promise of something a little bit rougher if he would let Harvey to the front. Just a little while where he could treat you like royalty, to spoil you with complete abandon without being criticised. To let you sit on his lap and stroke his cheeks, watch him melt under your touch, completely soft. Not the man he liked to pretend he was, or the man that Harv believed they were.

It was a balancing act, and you were just as invested in it as he was.

"You're lucky I've got such a sweet spot for you."

He reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his palm tracing down to your cheek and holding your head there as he looked into your eyes.

"My sweet baby girl."

"My dirty little whore."

His voices were distinct, struggling needlessly for power over the moment, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you knew they both felt deeply for you.

"My angel."

"My filthy devil."

And then a rare moment of agreement, particularly from Harv.

"My special little princess."

"OUR special little princess, Harvey. Ours."

His hands scooped around your waist, lifting you up a little, holding you to his chest. One set of fingers teased playfully at your clothes, tugging them away from your skin as he smiled. The other hand was already underneath the first layer of fabric, clawing at your skin with a starved and unapologetic desperation.

[fandom-whores-world]

Remarkable 2

Batfam x Neglected! Reader

This post is a continuation of the one found here titled prologue

Prologue, Part 3

You had met Harvey Dent at a charity gala your father hosted to support the Gotham Orphanage. He was a bit arrogant, but not to the level of being insufferable. While other people may not have enjoyed his presence you actually found yourself enthralled with his stories and listed with rapture when ever he talked about a new case he was prosecuting. By the end of the night you knew so much about the field of law you swore you could pass the BAR exam if you were to take it the next day.

When the time finally came to part ways you were honestly a bit disappointed. You had enjoyed the older man’s company quite a bit, so it was a shame when he let you know that his car was outside. Just as you were about to wish him well the unexpected happened.

“I’ve really enjoyed our conversation tonight, Ms. Wayne.”

He stuck his hand in his coat and pulled out his business card

“If you ever feel interested in entering the field of law give me a call”

You hesitantly reached out and took it. He gave you a lopsided smile as he watched you fiddle with the card. After thanking him for his generosity you watched him close the close the car door and go on his way.

You pocketed his card and went back inside the manor. The last few guests started trickling out, until finally it was time for Wayne Manor to wish everyone well and close its doors.

As you sat alone in your room you couldn’t help but hold his card out in front of you and think,

Field of law, huh? That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

You had never actually considered a career as a lawyer. Sure one or two people at school mag have said you’d be good at it, but you never gave it any serious thought until tonight. Imagine, you, the Wayne family wall flower, as an attorney at law. Would you finally get your family’s attention?

You shook your head at that.

You don’t do things for them anymore. Remember that. Everything you do, you do it for you.

Satisfied with you mental pep talk you went back to toying with the idea of becoming an attorney. You got off your bed where you were laying, and went over to the desk in your room where your computer was. You powered it up and got to work.

You spent almost the whole night researching the field of law. Different areas of study, how much law school costs, what the employment and placement rate was for different schools. Eventually you decided that the only way to decide whether it was the right path for you was to experience it first hand. With that thought in mind you turned off your computer, and got back into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.

[secretidentie]

My Superbat prompts

I've been reading superbat since forever and I finally got a tumblr account so I thought I could ask some writers to use these.

Clark kent is at the manor to interview Bruce Wayne when Dr Freeze attacks and they're basically snowed in. Bruce trying to hide secrets and Clark getting the chance to write the story of the year in the form of an I depth exposé from inside the home of billionaire blah, blah, blah... Chaos and fluff.

Bruce is in a love triangle with superman and Clark Kent. Clark assumes Bruce knows he's one person. Bruce decides to solve this by brooding and going on a series of dates with them both until he decides who's his perfect match. (you decide if Clark knows Bruce is batman but think both versions are hilarious)

Bruce Wayne has to go undercover as a carnival worker in a small town on batman business. After the Daily Planet is bought out by corrupt government officials, Clark quits and goes back home to Smallville. He feels like he's changed and isn't as fulfilled by the simple life, not to mention how much harder it is to keep being superman. He doesn't even feel useful on the farm and can't find a job he enjoys to make some money of his own and leave the house. He starts visiting the fair to take his mind of things and meeting this handsome carnival worker who he definitely would have recognized in a small town like this.

LexCorp frames Wayne enterprises for some shady dealings putting the company under investigation which might even lead to it filing for bankruptcy. While Fox and others fix this, Bruce, as the face of the company, is advised to lay low and leave Gotham for a bit. He decides to get an apartment in the cheap side of Metropolis, since all his assets are frozen and he only has one working bank account. On top of that he has to deal with his hot new roommate (or neighbor depending on how you write it) who keeps leaving and coming back at the weirdest hours while also trying to keep tabs on Gotham and maybe getting himself a job in the mean time. (to be clear Clark is the roommate)

During an argument batman says he could easily do superman's job and superman says the same. So they swap cities for two weeks. First to call for backup looses. (feel free to add romance if you want but it's not compulsory)

Clark final gathers the courage to ask out batman but right before he does, green lantern starts flirting with batman too. Harvey dent is recently released from arkham and claims to be reformed and wanting to rekindle his well known public relationship with his collage sweetheart Bruce Wayne. This causes Oliver queen to also try to win his childhood best friend's heart. It's a very long week for Bruce. (all povs if possible. Also Bruce knows everyone's identities but no one knows his. This also doesn't have to end up superbat, choose your favorite ship. Make this love-pentagon as messy as you can)

These are just a few of my personal favorites. I have a lot more. Let me know if you want me to post them. If fics with these premise already exist let me know coz I would love to read them. You can make it as explicit as you want or make it for general audiences but for my sake please add fluff. If you use these prompts also make sure to tag me here or on AO3.

[surrealist-dreamer]

Fanfic where Bruce Wayne becomes the most ethical politician instead of Batman. Starts with lowering crime rate in Gotham, ends with being elected president.

Also he makes out with his husband Harvey absolutely sloppy style on tv and his polls go up

[d3athmaskd1v1n3]

Omg another Two-Face enjoyer yessss. Can I get some yandere hcs of him with a reader who dated him before the whole face scaring incident who still somewhat loves him. I’m totally so normal about him and definitely don’t want to smother his face with kisses.

You don't know how happy I am to get another Two-Face ask! The absolute hold this man has on my psyche recently is insane. I am honestly lovesick over them 🖤

I hope you enjoy this one. I was a little stumped on how to go about writing this one, but I tried my best to satisfy you all! (CW: Unhealthy relationships, controlling and possessive behavior, general yandere bullshit.)

Harvey was barely recognizable to you anymore. The polite, righteous man you love is still in there, but it's like he's been warped.

Ever since that fateful day where his face was burned, ever since he began his downward spiral into criminality, he's been a paranoid mess.

He's scared that another one of Gotham's many rogues may try to use you as a way to get to him, either by abducting you and holding you for ransom, or by doing something worse...

So he makes sure you don't leave the house, ordering a few of his men to guard the perimeters to ensure nobody breaks in and to make sure you don't sneak out.

You're not even allowed to answer the door unless it's him!

He constantly checks up on you via the phone, just to make sure you're okay. You'll be sent hundreds of texts a day.

Any complaints you have about these rules are usually met with "if you truly loved me, you'd understand why I have to do this."

As blatantly manipulative as that is, it does shut you up... given his fragile mental state, you don't want to give him any reasons to doubt your love for him.

Sometimes you reminisce about what your relationship was like before this mess. It was perfect... now it's suffocating. But you cannot bear to leave Harvey. Despite all that's happened, you still adore him.

[about-faces]

Last night, I was once again struggling to actually write smut for a Harvey/Bruce/Gilda fic, when I noticed a very timely new guest comment on my Gilda fic, Bust. It was the first truly critical response I’ve gotten so far, and while that sort of thing would normally send me into a depressive tizzy, I actually found it really interesting!

So instead of actually writing the ship, as I should have been, I wanted to take this opportunity to think about just why the heck I shipped them in the first place.

Here’s how I responded, with added scans to hopefully better illustrate my point, plus some additions that occurred to me upon drafting this post:

I’m actually glad you raised this point, because I would have felt the exact same as you just a few years ago!

I’m gray-asexual, and I used to be a bit bothered by the rise of Bruce/Harvey shippers, because it was their canonical platonic FRIENDSHIP that mattered so much to me. I gradually warmed up to the shippers, because 1.) I realized I was ace and they probably weren’t, and 2.) they at least understood the importance of Bruce and Harvey’s bond, which is more than I can say for LOTS of official DC media.

Still, something bugged me about the ship, and I realized what it was: the lack of Gilda from the equation. She’s always been deeply important to me, especially her scant older appearances, and erasing her for a Bruce/Harvey ship (even one I’d come to appreciate) didn’t sit right with me.

But like you said, it’s not canon, and I’ve always been deeply invested in canon, even the stuff that’s frustrating and contradictory. So yeah, the throuple would have bugged me too.

Except! It all depends on WHICH canon you’re talking about!

So over the past 15 years, I’ve been obsessed with tracking down the entirety of the obscure, forgotten Batman newspaper comic strip from 1989-1991. I’ve posted the entire thing at @batman-daily, and I strongly encourage you to check it out. A couple years ago, I reread it and noticed something really interesting: the remarkable relationship between Bruce, Harvey, and the latter’s wife, Alice, who is Gilda in every way but name. They are all mutual friends, with Alice even going to visit Bruce alone to help/bully him to take care of himself.

It all reads like a perfect long-game setup for a love triangle, or for Harvey—having become Two-Face—to go after his loved ones in a jealous rage, like he did in Paul Dini’s “Two-Timer,” a story which notably showed that Grace had feelings for Bruce.

With that in mind, consider the final story arc of the newspaper strip, wherein Bruce acknowledges his OWN feelings for Alice and PASSIONATELY KISSES HER, all in a hilariously roundabout way to save her marriage to Harvey! It makes sense in context and is frankly hilarious.

And it works! Because Harvey isn’t jealous! The love triangle conflict you expect NEVER HAPPENS! Because they all love one another! And that love saves Harvey in the very end!

Was it explicitly a throuple? No, but nor have Bruce and Harvey ever canonically touched dicks. And yet the love between Bruce and Harvey in canon is true and real enough that shippers who want to make it sexual are perfectly allowed to do so, because it’s the love that matters. At least, for those of us who aren’t afraid to acknowledge the love between men, platonic or otherwise. And that love is rooted in canon.

So consider this: the mutual three-way-love between Bruce, Harvey, and Alice/Gilda is ALSO canon. That comic strip has been officially accepted as DC multiverse canon in the “Crisis on Infinite Earths: Absolute Edition,” which designated it as Earth-1289.

Furthermore, there’s something else you need to consider: the fact that Harvey HAS been used in love triangles against Bruce in several stories in recent decades. I already mentioned “Two-Timer,” but there’s also Nolan’s “The Dark Knight,” the animated “Gotham By Gaslight” film, and the Telltale game. In various ways, these stories serve to throw a wedge in the friendship between Bruce (the protagonist, whose story serves him) and Harvey (the guy who is going to lose it all, the woman included). I hate that shit. I hate the contrived drama that’s meant to stir up needless added conflict between two men who love each other.

And then, on the other hand, you have Mariko Tamaki’s Gilda story from “Batman: Black and White.” Tamaki depicted Harvey and Gilda being in a distant, loveless marriage, where even on their wedding day, he was constantly ignoring her in favor of work. The only person who could actually get his attention was Bruce.

At the time, this felt an awful lot like that problem I was talking about with the Bruce/Harvey shippers: raising up the gay ship while throwing the woman under the bus. In this case, for the purpose of doing an avenging girlboss take on Gilda. I hated that too, especially when Tamaki didn’t even follow through with the gay subtext in her next, miserable Two-Face comic.

You know that meme of a bride, groom, and best man all kissing one another, while the bride flips off the cameraman in the end? @whipbogard redrew the Tamaki wedding scene as that meme, right around the time I reread the comic strip. And suddenly, everything clicked into place for me.

After a lifetime of never, ever having any serious fandom ships, I fell in love with the idea of Bruce/Harvey/Gilda. Take what the comic strip did and bring it into the mainstream canon I love to spite the canon I hate.

In those great old Gilda stories, she saw through Harvey’s bullshit and knew how to reach him, however temporarily. She could do the same with Bruce. She’d be a valuable third voice for the ongoing toxic relationship between Bruce and Harvey, the one who could love them both while also getting to be frustrated with how fucking stupid and fucked-up both these men are.

Before she was reduced to a ride-or-die killer housewife in "The Long Halloween" (which, I'll grant you, has its own appeal), classic Gilda would actually stand up to Harvey and tell him to cut out his shit or else. I love the idea that she can also see right through Bruce, understanding how very alike he and Harvey are, even if they don't want to admit it.

Writing Gilda this way speaks to me as a longtime fan of both men, while also wanting to try to develop her place, as a woman stuck in the middle of their decades' worth of conflict and angst. She sees these men at their best, worst, and most pathetic/ridiculous, and while she's got the nerve to stand up for herself and call them out as needed, she still loves them nonetheless. For me, Gilda has become the voice for fans just like me, who are helpless to stop Batman and Two-Face from continuing the cycle of violent, toxic friendship, but still loving them nonetheless, and always hoping for the best.

So, at this point, let’s say I’ve at least managed to make you grudgingly accept my reasoning for the relationship. Even if that’s true, I’m gonna guess that the mention of a threesome felt like it came out of left field. I can’t argue with that. I wanted to actually write that as its own smutfic but, being ace, I struggle with that. But I really liked the idea, and as I was writing this, it just really wanted to be mentioned, so I included it.

The response has been positive (until now), which indicated to me that I had been successful in introducing Gilda as a viable third into a slice of fandom which had only shipped Bruce and Harvey. This is fanfic, after all, such things are expected, even encouraged, so I leaned into it.

Now, if I were ever (un?)fortunate enough to write for DC, officially? I doubt I’d have the nerve to go that far. But I’d still want to at least embrace the polycule-coded relationship between those three that we saw in the newspaper comic strip. I think it adds a whole new, refreshing spin on their ongoing dynamics, while being rooted in relationships that were established all the way back in 1942 by Bill Finger.

Finger’s story, at its heart, was all about how love can save a life. How love is the only way to defeat the villain. For Harvey Kent’s part, Gilda’s love was every bit as important as Batman’s unwillingness to give up on his friend. So I’m just taking it one step further within the freedom allowed me by fanfic.

Sorry for the length of the reply, but as you can see, I only came to this shit after several decades of thinking about 80+ years of official material. I hope I have at least been able to lessen your feelings of being jarred out of a story you otherwise seemed to appreciate. For my part, I hope to further develop the potential of this fucked-up polycule in future stories, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll be able to get you on board too. Hope to see you then!

(art by ofossart)

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Just a lil completion of some doodles I’ve done of the “leap of faith (catch me if you can)” fic made by @erinwantstowrite

I love this fic so much so ofc I doodle it during school hours😏

[llillilholillill]

i think we should add another trope to peter in gotham fics. he’s gen z, he’s dork and nerd. he knows about ao3. i genuinely wanna see him reading fics about bruce/batman and being invested in this ship. like to the point of arguing with some randos online. one of those randos is definitely tim trying to prove “harvey and bruce are a thing” and peter “not to ship shame you, but, dude, here's my top 10 reasons why they are not”.

[idioticflare]

‼️BATMAN FANFIC IDEA‼️

Batman and Two-Face get hit with a de-ageing gun and become teenagers again. Chaos ensues. (Could be a great idea for a Bruce/Harvey fanfic.)

How does Gotham deal with temporarily losing its main superhero and a supervillain? How does the Batfamily and Justice League deal with this?

You can obviously choose what you want to happen but it would be funny for the Batkids to expect their dad to be sad and angry but he's the opposite, dancing on tables, drinking, partying, flirting, singing loudly (like belting 80s pop songs).

[shinyspanishgem]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joker (DCU) & Bruce Wayne, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne, Edward Nygma & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Oswald Cobblepot & Bruce Wayne Characters: Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne's Parents, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon (DCU), Renee Montoya, Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Joker (DCU) Loves Bruce Wayne, Platonic Relationships, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne Live, Gotham City-Typical Violence (DCU), Baby Bruce Wayne, Pre-Two-Face Harvey Dent, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Fluff, Children, there's so much fluff in this bad boy and it's going down, Protective Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne has so many uncles, The Rogues Gallery (Batman), Found Family, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Nepotism Summary:

Before the Wayne's death, Bruce had been a very curious child, especially at facilities his father shouldn't allow him to visit.

This is how he met "Jay", a funny scientist, who took him under his 'wing' whenever Bruce felt like making adult friends at the lab, or in the GPD offices.

This are the short stories of how the mini bat met way too many criminals, and how they slowly remember him years later, especially one Harvey Dent.

Chapter 6!!

[your-royal-villainess]

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