#harvey dent fic

[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.

[mxtantrights]

famous dc! au (bruce's version)

PART ONE - untitled_script.docx / raw_sketch.jpeg

When you felt the warm sun on your eyes you didn't quite know where you were yet. Last night was intense and for almost all of it you were sober. At beginning of the party you weren't.

Last night was more of a launch for you. Your name had been whispered in these circles for months now. A couple of articles written up about you and your art. It was time to fully immerse yourself into this world.

Of course you showed up as an emerging artist with no art. What's an artist's struggle without art? Exactly. If you came with someone to hang on one of the walls you think you would have fainted from all the attention. Being there and people knowing your name was enough to tilt your world.

That's how you ended up spilling some of your drink on an unsuspecting victim. You sobered yourself up after that. Trying to get through your nerves with liquid courage wasn't going to help. You had to find other tactics.

As the night went on though you kind of forgot about your nerves. With the help of one person in particular. Now that you think about it you can't believe you're about to say his name in connection with yours. But it's the truth.

Bruce Wayne helped you last night.

And then a couple of hours after that. And a little more into the wee hours of the morning. But it was more than that-something is missing. You reach over to the other side of the bed and find it empty.

You open your eyes and the sun fully blinds you. So you turn around in bed. You're naked. That seems about right. Your eyes take focus on the other figure in bed with you. He's got his back turned to you, so all you can see are the scratches that go from his shoulders to his lower back.

A bit startled you sit up on your forearm.

The movement must be felt because all at once he's turning around and your brain doesn't have to work overtime to recognize Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne in bed with you. Bruce Wayne with nail marks down his back.

You sit there for a while. Just watching him. Your chest heaving up and down. You try to steady your breathing but you can't quite seem to catch it in the first place.

"It's impolite to stare." he says.

Your eyes widen, "You're awake?"

He opens his eyes. Bright blue staring right back at you. A shadow of a smile lines his lips. It was a stupid question but he doesn't make you feel as such for asking.

"Good morning." he says.

You pull the covers over your chest a bit more.

"Good morning." you say and clear your throat.

"Had a nice night?" he asks.

You can't help to laugh a bit, "I don't know. Jury's still out."

Bruce hummed, then he wrapped his arms around your middle, bringing you closer to his body. You instinctually wrapped your legs around his.

"Law really isn't my strong suit." he says.

"It's more of mine." a voice by the door says.

You and Bruce both look over quickly. That's right. Harvey! Now that you think about it Harvey was the one that walked you into this room last night. Somewhere after Bruce was telling joked and before the tenth person came up to introduce themselves to you, Harvey made an appearance.

With all the slyness of a fox he whisked you away from the donors eager to commission something from you. He took you far away from the crowd for about an hour. Then Bruce had joined the two of you.

You're looking at him and he's smiling right at you too. He has a tray of food in his hands. A glorious spread of breakfast foods.

"I thought you'd be off, chasing a script somewhere." Bruce says.

There's an edge to his voice now. One that wasn't there a few moments ago. You start to think it's like jealousy or something. Was Bruce jealous of Harvey?

Then your mind rattles with the fact of last night. Harvey may have dragged you off someplace, but at no point did either one of you invite Bruce. He knew just where to be and when too.

You look at Bruce and then back at Harvey. You do this a few times until the words seem to fall off your lips.

"You were looking for a third?" you ask.

Harvey lets out a guffaw from by the door. Bruce's arms which are still around you seem to go slack a bit. You don't know how that makes you fell at this very moment.

"Not in the sense that you're thinking." Harvey answers.

He walks over and sets the tray down. The orange juice and the waters shake as they settle on the side table. Harvey then climbs over you and Bruce both. His arms caging you in, but you didn't feel cage. You felt probably the most free you've felt in a while.

"we've been talking a while now about how we're missing something-someone." Bruce says.

You can feel his hand come up to brush against your cheek. You may look fine on the outside but on the inside you aren't sure any of this is real. Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent are in bed with you. Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent don't want this to be a one time thing with you.

"and you think that's me?" you whisper

"Bruce knew the moment he laid eyes on you." Harvey explained.

You don't miss how vague that is. He could have laid eyes on you at the party. Or at some earlier time, where you weren't noticing. And you don't miss how he only answered for Bruce.

You look Harvey in the eye now, "and you?"

"I knew before him." he offers.

Vague. Vague. Vague. The logical part of you is begging for more answers and more words. But the other side, the side that spent hours tangled between the sheets and these men is telling you that you don't need anything else at this moment.

You smile at him, then at Bruce. Harvey leans down and places a peck on your nose. Bruce's arms tighten around you once more.

[blog-moved-lol]

GoreTober Day 2 - Stitches

Today's Story:

Gonna be honest, I'm very very proud of this one.

Of course Harvey doesn't actually have stitches like that, but I wanted an excuse to draw him and I felt like this prompt fit best.

I don't have a specific favorite rogue, but Two-Face is definitely up there.

I think he's a really interesting character, and I have a lot of ideas on how I I think he's a really interesting character, and I have a lot of ideas on how I personally want to write him and all that. I wanna write more of him more in the future, and maybe some BruHarvey too, 'cause that's one of my favorite Bruce ships.

I just think he's neat :3

[nightwolf14292]

GoreTober Day 2 - Stitches

Today's story:

Gonna be honest, I'm very very proud of this one.

Of course Harvey doesn't actually have stitches like that, but I wanted an excuse to draw him and I felt like this prompt fit best.

I don't have a specific favorite rogue, but Two-Face is definitely up there.

I think he's a really interesting character, and I have a lot of ideas on how I I think he's a really interesting character, and I have a lot of ideas on how I personally want to write him and all that. I wanna write more of him more in the future, and maybe some BruHarvey too, 'cause that's one of my favorite Bruce ships.

I just think he's neat :3

[supermarvelgirl15]

Send me a number and I'll reply with a paragraph that corresponds with it from the fic I'm writing 🫶🏼 (it's a Harvey Dent × f!Wayne!OC)

[reginalusus]

Ok. *Puts them in a corny, 90s anime romance scene in which Bruce helps Harvey come down from a rough dissociation/derealization episode by using sensory grounding.*

[we-ezer]

Harvey is Danny’s biological father.

He gave him up at birth because he was afraid of what his ‘other side’ might do to the baby. Plus growing up with your dad in prison half the time wouldn’t be good for the kid, so he made sure to give him up in a town far away from Gotham’s violence: Amity Park.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere DC Shorts: Drag You to Hell

Yandere Harvey “Two Face” Dent x Psychiatrist/ Childhood Friend Fem Reader

TW: Unhealthy relationship, uncomfortable themes, possessive and obsessive behavior, mention of childhood abuse, cursing (Two Face), sexual harassment (Two Face), NONCONSENSUAL KISSING, psychological horror, and themes that should not be romanticized

Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock on the wall filled the silence of the room while (your name) had a stare down with her patient, Harvey Dent.

This entire situation had thrown her for a loop. It was bizarre to see her beloved, ex childhood friend fall from grace as fast as a shooting star. It broke her heart.

The popular and handsome District Attorney, who was once of Gotham’s most eligible bachelors, now sat broken and burned before her. The sight of his current state was certainly jarring. Especially since he stopped his attempts to reach out to her once he became District Attorney.

(Your name) had tried not to let the loss of their friendship since kindergarten get to her, but she had thought about him from time to time. She had even tried to reach out once a month while he was at the top of his career… yet it didn’t seem like he wanted her around.

After all, she was a psychiatrist while he had been a promising public figure. Harvey’s reputation could be at stake if he was caught with a shrink by the media. Unsavory rumors could pop up and tarnish his political career… one that must have been more important than a friendship that felt like family for two children from broken homes.

Even after he crashed and burned like Icarus who flew too close to the sun four years ago, he still hadn’t reached out to her. It made her feel as if he had grown embarrassed of her. And it was one of the worst feelings.

(Your name) wouldn’t treat him like her old friend though… because they have been strangers for the last seven years.

“Hello, Mister Dent.” (Your name) greeted the man she once knew nearly a decade ago, the same one whose intense gaze had tried to swallow whole for the last minute. “I am your psychiatrist, Doctor (last name).”

“…” Harvey only stared at her, he was uncharacteristically quiet for once. Which did little to calm her nerves.

“It seems you have been diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and depression. What symptoms have you been-“

“It really is you.” Harvey’s voice cut in before she could finish her question. His voice was barely above a whisper and raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken for ages. That and she could tell he had been a heavy smoker.

(Your name) paused and glanced up at him. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t play coy.” Harvey shifted in his straight jacket, his one good eye filled with desperation. “You know who I am.”

“I’m sorry, but I have no personal relationship with you, Mister Dent-“

(Your name) jumped when he suddenly leaned forward, his eyes feral with desperation like a cornered animal.

“Bull shit! Look at us, (your name)! It’s Harv!” He snarled, his arms tried to flail out of his straight jacket. “Look at us! Look-“

Guards rushed in to restrain him but he continued to shout in the top of his lunges. (Your name) felt terrified of what had become of her ex-childhood friend. He was so broken…

“I’m here! Please! Look at us!”

How could she not when he flailed against the guards like an animal with rabies? When he felt so familiar yet like a stranger to her? When he looked at her with those blue eyes filled with so much despair and loneliness?

The guards went to drag him away, yet she made sure to speak to him.

“Harvey Dent, I see you.”

Harvey stopped his violent movements which made it easier for the guards to carry him back to his cell. His eyes filled with stars and the right side of his face slightly flushed.

She saw them… his beloved childhood friend saw them. Harvey was finally reunited with the love of his life.

.

.

.

Little hands held on another as the body of two twelve year olds huddled together. Harvey trembled as (your name) pressed her forehead to his.

“Your dad can’t hurt you here.” (Your name) reassured him. “You’re always safe with me, Harvey.”

“But what if he tries to hurt you?” Harvey shakily whispered.

“Then I’ll punch him in his fat nose!” The two kids laughed as they huddled closer. Their fingers interlaced.

“You’re always so brave, (your name)… I want to be brave too!”

“You will be a man one day, Harvey. A tall, strong man that will be very brave.” (Your name)’s smile was illuminated by the moonlight that streamed through the window. Her appearance even more angelic to the young boy. “You’ll do great things, you want to know how I know this?”

“How?” Harvey asked softly.

“Because I believe in Harvey Dent.” The two smiled at one another. Harvey had a blush on his cheeks.

“(Your name)?”

“Yes, Harv?”

“When we become adults and I do something with myself… I want you to be my wife.” Harvey softly told her. His pulse quick and his hands now clammy. “I’ll buy you a nice house and I’ll protect you from monsters and bad family members. We can have our own family! I just… I want to be with you forever.”

(Your name) smiled warmly at him as she held up her pinky for a childish pinky promise. “Then I’ll be your wife, Harv. I’ll be by your side forever.”

Harvey shot up from his dream with a shaky breath. His hand out stretched to link his pinky with (your name) in his dreams. The vivid imagination of one of his precious childhood memories.

“(Your name)…” Harvey sat up and examined his cell. Ah yes… this was his reality currently. He was in Arkham Asylum.

Harvey absentmindedly touched the disfigured half of his face. She didn’t turn away in disgust… there was still hope, right? (Your name)had always been so understanding.

“You worry too much, Harv. Be grateful I put so much work into keeping her alone for this long for us. She needed to be this lonely so she’ll be putty in our hands.” Two Face chuckled in his mind. “She is ours. Just like she’s always been and she won’t say no. She never had a choice.”

Harvey gulped as he began to fiddle with his double sided coin for comfort. Yes… the coin had let Two Face do what he had to do. The coin reassured him that she was theirs.

.

.

.

(Your name) noticed Harvey didn’t act like he had their first session together since. The ex district attorney no longer needed the straight jacket either since he was cooperative now… yet the intensity of his mismatched gaze scared her a bit. He stared at her like she was his lover or his entire world… yet they hadn’t spoken in nearly a decade so maybe this was an attachment based on old familiarity? She could never know.

“I hear you have been eating again. I’m glad your appetite has returned, Mister Dent.”

“Please call me Harv.” Harvey begged, his eyes pleading. This was a request he often made to her, one she wasn’t sure if she, herself, was comfortable with. “I’d feel more comfortable if you did.”

She sighed but finally obliged. It had been a month since she became his doctor and he never stopped his request.

“Alright… I am glad you have an appetite, Harv.” (Your name) watched his expression light up instantly like a child on Christmas.

“Yes… the food isn’t great.” Harvey replied with a hint of a smile on the right side of his face. “But I need all the energy I can get.”

“How have the meds been working for you? Are you experiencing any side effects?”

“No, I’m not.” Harvey replied in his tenor voice. “Can I ask you a question, Doctor?”

(Your name) paused but gave him the green light. “You can ask me anything, Harv-“

“Are you married?”

(Your name) nearly choked on her spit. Of all questions to ask, he wanted to know her relationship status?

“No, I’m not.” (Your name) replied, but she noticed the way he began to self sooth with his hands. She was familiar with this tick of his. Harvey was excited since he always fiddled with his hands or his coin when he was anxious or excited.

“I noticed there wasn’t a ring on your finger.” His voice trailed off a bit as a rosy blush covered his cheek on the right side of his face.

“Yes. I work long hours since I started working here a few years ago so I haven’t had much time for dating, let alone looking into the prospect of marriage.” (Your name) told him. And then she accidentally let her personal feelings spill from her lips, “A lot of people do not want to be around a psychiatrist, you know.”

Harvey paused his hand soothing and tightly held his hands together. His eye filled with guilt and she caught herself instantly. That was extremely unprofessional of her.

“Oh, I apologize. I’m just a bit bitter about my career choice at times-“

“I’m sorry.” Harvey’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“You have nothing to apologize for-“ Slam! Harvey’s fist connected with the table between them as his face clenched in anger.

“No!” Harvey flipped like a switch, his expression twisted and his voice loud, “I shouldn’t have-“

(Your name) watched him pull back and hug himself. He bit his lip. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright-“

“No… I’m not like my father or like your parent. I didn’t mean to yell.” Harvey shook his head in disgust. “I remember how much you hated when people yell.”

Ah, so she was right about his attachment due to their past. This may be a problem in the future… but she wasn’t sure her boss would care much of her personal past with Harvey since their relationship was never intimate.

“I forgive you. You’re going through a lot right now, Harv-“ he suddenly scooped her hands into his calloused and scarred one.

“You have no idea…” (your name) thought for brief moment he was speaking of his condition but then he began to press fervent kisses all over her knuckles and the back of her hands. His touches were reverent as if she were a precious piece of art. “How much we missed you.”

(Your name) gently tried to pull her hand back but he held on tighter.

“I love you. I want you.” (Your name) froze at the sudden voice change. Was this… the other personality surfacing?

“Harv?”

“I’m sorry, I just missed you so much. You’re mine.” Harvey seemed to have both personalities present with her right now. “I know I’m ugly now and I left you behind. Harvey thought was for your own good.”

“For my own good?” (Your name) asked Harvey who kept up with his tender kisses on her hands.

“I didn’t want you to get involved with the political world and be known by the mob.” Harvey admitted. “I… I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. I’d fucking kill them all.”

(Your name) let Harvey open up her hands and place his face in her palms. His smooth skin on his right side and the scarred skin on his left side was such a stark contrast against the soft flesh of her palms. Just like his condition…

“Harv, this is unprofessional-“

“To hell with unprofessionalism.” Two Face surfaced in an instant. “You have been mine since we were five and you’re going to be mine until one of us dies.”

Two Face roughly grabbed her cheeks with his scarred left hand. “Harvey was a coward for leaving without a word but he’s always been such a pussy. You’ve only became more beautiful over the years and you’re ready for picking. I’m glad my hard work has paid off.”

“Hard work?” (Your name) was filled with confusion. Whatever could he mean?

“Ah, you always have been so oblivious, baby girl.” Two Face chuckled, the permanent scowl on his face twisted up a bit into a smirk. “I’m happy I scared away any man that tried to get close to you. I couldn’t have anyone stealing our girl.”

Realization hit her, Two Face… had been the reason behind her loveless and sexless life? The last four years she had been stood up or ghosted but it had been Harvey all along?

“They wouldn’t know what to do with you. How to love you. How to FUCK you.” Two Face chuckled as he leaned his face closer to hers so that their noses touched. “And trust me, we’ve seen the way you masturbate. I’m sure Harvey and I have something that could fill you up better than fingers ever could-“

(Your name) immediately tried to pull away at his disgusting innuendo, but Two Face easily held her face in place.

“Look at that blush on your cheeks. Seems that got you hot and bothered.”

“How dare you- mmphf!” Two Face leaned forward and passionately kissed her. His tongue intertwined with hers in a sinful dance.

It was so strange to feel how his lips felt against hers since it was alike kissing two different men…

Two Face tangled his hand in her hair so he could jerk her head back and deepen the kiss. His tongue completely dominated hers as his lips curled up into a cruel smirk. She could do nothing but let his tongue wriggle in her mouth until he had his fill. He was far too unpredictable to reject.

It wasn’t until her lungs burned for air that Two Face pulled away. A long string of saliva connected them while his eyes darkened to the point that they were the shade of deep sea rather than their usual sky blue.

“You taste even better than I thought.” Two Face chuckled at (your name)’s dazed expression. “Only a kiss and you’re so flustered? Imagine what I could do with my-“

(Your name) put her hands over his lips as she tried to catch her breath.

“Just who do you think you are?” (Your name)’s voice wasn’t as firm as she wanted it to be since she was breathless. Her eyes narrowed at the cocky look in this eye. This man in front of her was not Harvey… he was a pervert. “Isolating me for years, leaving me wondering what I did wrong for you to not speak to me- eek!”

(Your name) yanked her hand back when he dragged his tongue across her palm.

“It was for your own damn good.” Two Face spat. “We tried to keep you away from our dumpster fire of a life. It would’ve been ideal but the coin decided you’re ours. Your fate was sealed the moment it landed on my side of the coin.”

“Harv, snap out of-“

“You promised to be our wife when we were younger.” Harvey’s voice mixed with Two Face’s as his expression softened slightly. “I have a manor and more money than ever. We can start that family we always wanted, the one you deserve.”

“Harv-“

“You’re ours. You’ll always be ours, even if I have to drag you to hell with me.”

[gothamite-rambler]

Harvey Dent: Hey Red Hood, Batman, white Robin.

Red Robin: Is that what they call me?

Harvey: Well it helps me differentiate you two since I think you're both called Robin.

Red Robin: That... Makes sense and honestly makes me feel a lot better.

Red Hood: Are we talking to Two-Face or lucid Harvey?

Harvey: Lucid Harvey. You're the kid that survived... again it's really good to see you, you look very healthy.

Red Hood (sniffling): I needed that today.

Batman growled with anger, rubbing his forehead frustrated.

Batman: We didn't come here so you can make him cry.

Red Hood: I'm not crying!

Harvey chuckled and takes a sip from his tea cup.

Harvey: What you here for? I can talk for a few hours, I'm getting better at staying in reality.

Red Hood: Oh okay, that's great! Before we start, I wanted to give you this coin.

Red could flipped the coin through the cell bars and Harvey caught it with ease he examined the coin and saw that it was a cute novelty coin he could flip.

Harvey: Aww that's neat. It's marked decision coin and one side says 'hell yeah' and the other one 'fuck no'. Two face will like this. Thanks kid.

Red Hood: I can't do this... I can't do this. He's so fatherly.

Red Hood sniffled and walked off to have a moment alone. Red Robin chuckled when he saw Batman glaring at Harvey, but it was hidden by his mask. He patted him on the shoulder.

Red Robin: Sorrows, prayers.

Batman: Shut up.

pt 1

[garpen]

My friend told me he read my fic today reminding me that it exists. So now, not that anybody asked for this, here are some of my fav moments in it:

If ya haven't read it 👀 You should uh totally give it a shot 👀 you know, if ya want 👀 if ya like whatcha see 👀 no pressure 👀

In The Waiting Room by Garfunkle53

[cyanide-and-roses]

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.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter One: Faces in the Carpet

Bruce stared at the carpet, searching for faces in the patterns while Alfred spoke to the doctors. He fixated on the agonized faces, the appearance of wailing people until they were all he could see. While he drowned in a sea of suffering faces, Alfred stepped over. He could still remember how his ears rang from the gunshots, but he could hear Alfred’s even tone muffled under all the white noise. Alfred crouched in front of Bruce, pulling Bruce back to the surface. “Master Bruce, would you like to come and see your mother?” Alfred asked. Bruce’s eyes widened, and he took Alfred’s hand. “She can’t see you this way. Here, Master Bruce.” Alfred pulled a wet napkin from a pack and wiped his face before taking Bruce down the hall to his mother.

Some of the tiles in the hallway were stained, and the numbers on some of the doors were missing. Alfred stopped at the door, and Bruce looked up at him. His lips parted as he searched for a way to plead with Alfred to come with him. “It’s alright, Master Bruce… She’s expecting you,” Alfred whispered as he gently nudged Bruce. 

Bruce swallowed hard, remembering the flashing lights and the smell of gunpowder. His hands trembled as he grabbed the door handle, pulling and turning it. He shut his eyes as he entered the hospital room. “Bruce, lovey?” Martha called to him. 

“Mom,” Bruce whimpered.

“Oh, Brucie,” Martha replied. Bruce opened his eyes, looking at his mother with tears in his eyes. She patted the bed beside her. Bruce crept closer and closer to Martha’s bed as tears streamed down his face. He’d never seen his mother look anything less than perfect before. Her hair fell in frizzy ringlets framing her face as they splayed out in all directions on her pillow, her face pale and greenish, the sling and the ill-fitting hospital gown swallowed her up. Bruce sniffed as he finally reached her, and he pressed his face into her lap before releasing a heart-shattering, trembling sob. Martha let her fingers dance through his hair, pulling playfully at the ends. “Bruce, I am fine. Honestly, lovey, I am not worth all this fuss you’re making.” She said it with a softness, but Bruce knew she was much more hurt than she let on. He didn’t mean to make so much noise, but the distress he felt bubbled over, and it was too much to contain. 

He sniveled and gasped in a feeble attempt to collect himself, but it only made him sound and feel more distressed. Bruce wished that he could’ve been brave. He wished he could’ve protected Martha from any undue pain. Unfortunately, all Bruce could do was cry into her lap until he was too tired to do even that. Then, he climbed into her hospital bed and curled into her side. “Bruce?” Martha whispered. 

“I wasn’t big enough… I—.”

“I am supposed to protect you. It has never and will never be the other way around. Do you understand me, lovey? I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you,” Martha interrupted. 

Bruce didn’t reply. He couldn’t get past the thought of the gunshots. Blood seeping through his unconscious parents’ clothes. It felt wrong. And quickly, the fear and sadness turned to determination. Without another word on the subject, Bruce decided he’d become strong enough to protect his parents no matter the cost. 

When he woke up, Martha was talking to the doctors. “Why can’t you just speak plainly to me? I don’t understand,” Martha asked. 

Bruce didn’t move, but he opened one eye and met glances with Alfred. Bruce opened both eyes and mouthed for Alfred not to tell while he tried to listen to what the doctors were saying. “Well, thank you anyway. I will ask my husband when I see him,” Martha replied. After the door shut, Martha looked down at Bruce, tickling his neck before asking, “Could you make any sense of that alphabet soup? Or am I just stupid?” 

“I didn’t understand it either, Mom,” Bruce replied, “How’d you know I was awake?”

“You stopped making noise,” Martha giggled. 

“I should go and check on Master Thomas,” Alfred whispered to excuse himself. 

Bruce sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Oh, Alfred, won’t you take Bruce with you? I’m sure Thomas would love to see him. Bruce, keep your father company for a while. I’m sure he needs it. I want to try and get freshened up,” Martha lied. Bruce kissed her cheek before taking Alfred’s hand. He didn’t say anything until they were in the hallway.

“What’d the doctors say about Dad, Alfred? I know you understood what they were talking about,” Bruce whispered. 

“Master Bruce, your father will go home, but he may not fully recover… He may not be able to walk for the foreseeable future,” Alfred answered honestly, “He’ll need you to be patient and kind… without pitying him, of course.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded, “Have you seen him?” 

“No. I haven’t yet. I suppose you’re the first person he’ll want to see,” Alfred replied, “My sincerest apologies, Master Bruce. I should have escorted you all from the theater—.” 

Bruce dropped Alfred’s hand. “Don’t be silly, Alfred. Thank you for sitting with me these past few days,” Bruce thanked him. 

“You’re always good company, Master Bruce,” Alfred whispered, “I’ll wait outside for thirty minutes… And then I’ll get you something to wear.”

“Alfred, wait—.”

Alfred reassured him, “I won’t leave a second before thirty minutes have passed. " Bruce nodded as he turned his back and headed inside. 

Thomas’ eyes were dark, he was pale, and Bruce stepped back, wanting to turn and run from the reality of the situation. His father was not as bulletproof as he imagined him. Thomas looked far too human for Bruce’s liking. He thought he could get away without Thomas knowing he was ever there, but he heard something that made him stop in his tracks. Thomas sniffed, and Bruce whipped around, watching with terror as Thomas started to cry. Bruce was speechless as he quietly approached Thomas’ hospital bed. “How can I hug you?” Bruce asked. 

It startled Thomas, and he looked into Bruce’s eyes, searching for a look of disapproval or disgust. Bruce’s eyes were trained on Thomas, but they were steady… and his little hands were wrapped around one of Thomas’ in an act of consolation. “Just be careful of the IVs, but you can hug me,” Thomas sniffed as he tried to collect himself. “Sorry.” Bruce hugged Thomas and pressed his face into the crook of Thomas’ arm. 

“I wish I was as brave as you,” Bruce whispered. Thomas tried to swallow, but his throat went dry. He sniffed as tears fell from his eyes. “It’s okay… I cried, too.”

“How’s Mom?” Thomas asked. Bruce climbed into Thomas’ hospital bed with him. 

“She’s alright… She said she’s just freshening up,” Bruce answered. The monitors beeped, and Bruce looked up at them. “How bad is it?”

“Um… Spinal injuries are tricky, Bruce. There’s a lot of swelling, but I’m pretty strong. There’s a chance I could walk again with lots of physical therapy, but I’m sure I’ll need long-term assistance—.”

“Are you hurting?” Bruce asked. 

Thomas rustled a hand through Bruce’s hair. “It’s there, and I’ll be feeling it quite a bit once the medication wears off, but—. It’s nothing for you to worry about,” Thomas whispered. 

“Not true. Being a Wayne means helping others,” Bruce replied. He’d heard Thomas say that several times at press conferences and galas. The way Bruce said it made Thomas light up for a moment, and he almost seemed like his old self. 

“That’s right, Bruce… But I’m gonna have to help myself, too—.”

“I know, but it doesn’t mean that you have to do it all by yourself. Mom says no man is an island. You’ve got to accept help when you need it,” Bruce interrupted. 

Thomas chuckled. “I can’t argue with that,” Thomas replied.

[mxtantrights]

famous dc! au (bruce's version)

PART TWO - first_draft.docx / sketch_one.jpg

"You up for a drive?"

You almost drop the keys to your studio on the ground at the sound of another voice. You jump and turn around. But when you see who it is, you calm down. It's just him.

Bruce.

Bruce Wayne leaning against his black corvette in a brown leather jacket and black aviators. That Bruce Wayne.

You look at him for a second, then another. You can't quite believe it yet. Sure the night you spent with him and Harvey was something out of a romance novel. But this was diferent.

You smile to yourself and turn back around. Then you lock the door to your studio.

"And if I were busy?" you ask.

"I would tell you that you need a break from being such an amazing artist." he answers.

You turn around back towards him. You hug your bag closer to you.

"You're just trying to butter me up." you joke.

Bruce cracks a smile and peels himself off his car. He walks over to you ever so slowly. You take him in as he does. He meets you where you are and holds out his hand. You pass him your bag.

"Butter you up? No. Appreciate you? Yes." he answers.

"Okay where are we going?" you ask.

He slings the bag over his shoulder and holds out his free hand for you. You take it without hearing his answer first. You let him walk you to the passenger door. He opens it for you and you climb in.

"I wanna show you something special." is all he answers with.

He gets in on the driver's side and puts your bag in the backseat. You don't realize how transfixed you are on him until he has to lean over and plug in your seatbelt.

The drive isn't short. Bruce somehow knows all the roads to take with little to not traffic. You can't help to think he either paid everyone in the city to stay at home, or some higher being just loves him so much that they answer to every one of his whims.

Either way when you finally do get to the destination you can't wait to get out of the car and stretch your legs. You go to open the door but all of a sudden it locks. You turn to ask Bruce what he's doing but he's already out of the car, the door closing shut before you can open your mouth. You follow him as he walks around the front of the car and to your door.

The doors click unlock and Bruce pulls open your door. You can't help the snicker you let out at his sassy chivalry.

"Are you serious?" you ask with a laugh.

"Very." he says.

Then he's cocking his head and holding his hand out for you to take. You don't really need a hand out of his car. But you like the feeling of your hand in his so you take it.

"Thank you for humoring me." he says.

You laugh, "I could get used to this."

-

You roll over in bed and try to wipe the sleep from your eyes. It's a hard chore but you do it anyways. You have to get on with your day. You needed to finish a painting today to send to a gallery halfway across the country.

You peel yourself out of bed and get into the bathroom. Shower, brush your teeth, wash your face. You keep it simple because if you don't it gets hard to do the routine when you're actually busy.

Once you're done, you walk to the kitchen. You stop when you hear a knock on the front door. You weren't expecting anyone to come over. Especially not Bruce or Harvey. It's not like you told them you had a deadline, so it wouldn't be either of their faults if they come over to hang out with you.

You rush over to the door, ready to placate one or both of the men when you realize that it's neither of them at the door. Instead it's a young boy, with ginger hair and freckles.

"Hello, I'm here to drop off a delivery." he says.

He says your name and you confirm it's for you. Then he's handing you a box and wishing you a good day with the brightest smile in the world. You take the box inside and close the door.

Harvey's name is on the box. You put it down on the kitchen counter and tear into it. You can't help the stupid smile that lands on your face as your eyes rake over the contents of the box.

A new bundle of premier painting brushes, a new smock and a $200 gift card to the pricy art store that you never dared to go to. You pull out the smock first and unfold it.

It's your favorite color, navy blue, and it has your name on it. No better time than now to use it.

You put it on and tie the back. Then you go for your phone. You have to thank Harvey for the attention to detail. You had told him once that when you were younger you wished you had the expensive brushes and a smock with your name stitched on it.

You knew he was listening but you didn't think he would entertain that fantasy.

You dial Harvey's number. Knowing him he's in the middle of a very important meeting and will probably not ans-

"Hi sweet thing," he says.

Your eyes go wide. You really weren't expecting him to answer the call.

"Hi Harv, I thought you'd be in a meeting?" you ask.

"I cleared all of them today just to hear your voice." he explains.

You choke on the air in your lungs. And then you try to laugh it off.

"Okay Romeo, I did wanna thank you for the gift. It's amazing." you say.

"It's not too much right?" he asks.

You shake your head, "No it's really really nice. I mean I don't wanna think about how much you spent at this place-"

"So don't. You deserve it." he cuts you off.

"I'm probably gonna be busy finishing this piece all day." you alert him.

"As long as I got to hear your voice once today, I'll survive." he answers.

The two of you talk for another thirty minutes. Time flies by when you talk to Harvey, you find. He flirts and you laugh it off all the while he knows exactly how flustered you get. And he talks about his day and his work. You talk about yours.

And suddenly he's rushing you off the phone. With the excuse that if he keeps you, you'll push your work off and he won't see you later which would break his his heart terribly.

-

"The draft is done, the team has to look over it for any major edits. But other than that I think we're gonna get started in a couple of months." Harvey says.

You smile and lean your head against his arm, which is wrapped around your shoulders. The two of you lay together in a makeshift floor pit in his house.

He's the only person you know that has a floor put straight out of the seventies. Well maybe, Bruce might have one too.

He pecks the side of you face.

"What's going on in the head of yours?" he asks.

You lean more into him, he huddles close to you at that. You can feel the warmth coming from him. Maybe it's the drinks you two had, or just Harvey.

"You're gonna make a movie with your best friend. I mean isn't that cool?" you ask him.

He smiles, "It's the best. I mean me and Wayne were in five movies together as actors but this is so much more than that. I mean we get to actually craft it."

"I heard my name?"

You both turn around and find Bruce walking towards you. In his hands is no doubt the food for tonight. Bruce held enough sway to order take out from high end places that don't normally do take out.

Bruce has a key to Harvey's place. Harvey had a key to his place. And you were debating on giving them both keys to your place. It's not like you didn't have it made and in your bag. You just wanted to be sure.

"Yeah, lovely here was talking about how cool it is we're gonna work together." Harvey says.

Bruce joins the both of you in the pit. He takes out the food from the bag. You grab one container. You didn't order pesto pasta, you hadn't it over to Harvey. Bruce hands you another container. You didn't get the shrimp scampi. You hold out the container for Bruce as he holds out the last one for you.

Chicken parm.

You thank him and take the container out of his hands. He grabs the plastic utensils. You grab a fork and knife for Harvey. Then you grab one for yourself.

With no time to waste you rip open the container and start eating. You don't miss the laughing that comes from both of them.

"You know you never really explained to me how you knew me." you speak with the food in your mouth.

"I didn't get a word of that." Harvey says, clearly lying.

You bite the bits of food as quickly as you can and then swallow.

"You heard me," you look at him then, "how'd you know I was the someone you two were missing?"

Harvey clears his throat. Then he looks at Bruce. Which makes you look at Bruce. But of course, he's playing it sly and eating without a care in the world. Until he can't help the snicker that comes out of his mouth.

"Cabaret no.9" Bruce says.

Your eyebrows scrunch in the middle. They meet with a pinch. You don't quite understand what type of answer that is. Until you think about it some more.

Cabaret no.9 was one of your paintings. A piece you sold to a high donor. It wasn't Harvey, but you did meet the guy. Said he would be leaving it as a gift to his replacement because he was retiring.

You look over at Harvey.

"You have my painting in your office?" you ask him.

Harvey nods, "It's what I mean when I said I knew you before."

You sit there for a second. A full second. You count it in your head, and so does Bruce and Harvey. And then you put your food to the side.

Quickly you get up from your seat in the pit and run out of it. You can hear the both of them calling your name. But you don't answer. You run over to the front door and where your bag is hanging.

You reach deep inside of it to find the plastic bag you've been carrying for a week now. You feel it between your fingertips and pull it out. Two keys.

You run back to the pit. There you find that Bruce and Harvey have settled themselves to the edge, where you practically jumped out of. You get down on your knees and hold the bag in front of them.

"This is for you." you say with a small smile.

Harvey looks at Bruce. Bruce looks at Harvey. And you look at the both of them. That similar heat you felt coming back to you all at once now.

[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.

[shortbcofkoffee]

I love these idiots

[riddler-enthusiast]

I always like to imagine twobats and bruharv as two 'separate' ships but what could happen if we mixed them. Like Harvey x Batman. And the ship it's about how Harvey (pre-twoface) has a situationship with Batman similar to the typical hero love interest where the girl that he loves, loves him but only when he's the hero as she doesn't know his real identity.