#harvey dent fic

[mxtantrights]

famous dc! au (bruce's version)

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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.

[pricetagofficial]

Dead Man's Hand -H.D.

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of murder, smoking,

Paring: Harvey Dent x Reader

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Part Three

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: HERE IT IS! THE FOURTH PART OF MY HARVEY SERIES. I know you guys have been waiting literal years for this, and I am here finally delivering. Big shout out to my bestie @offendedfishnoises because without them this would not be here in front of you. I hope you all enjoy it! Also I think this is the most amount of times I have written the word Fuck in a fic.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, adjusting the last touches to your hair and makeup. You were due to meet Harvey for dinner tonight, it being one of the few nights he was truly free from his job. 

The final touch was the diamond necklace Harvey had gifted you the week before. With that and your heels, you were ready. As you were grabbing your purse, there was a knock at your door. 

That must be the driver wondering where you were, Harvey Dent was a very devoted man. Not only did he shower you with gifts, but he ensured you were always safe. Especially after that one threat to your life a few months ago, and then the situation that happened on your birthday. 

But Harvey more than made up for that with a special night with him, and two friends you’d be more than happy to repeat the occasion with. 

Another rapt knock pulled you from your thoughts, as you grabbed your stuff and opened the door. “I get it, I’m running a little late. But you can’t rush perfection.” 

Looking at the man in front of you, your brows furrowed together. He wasn’t familiar at all, and he was holding a box with a black bow on the top; the sight of a black bow tugging at the back of your mind. 

“I have a present for Miss Y/N,” 

Even his voice sounded odd. Looking him over, you narrowed your eyes. “You can leave it by the door, I’m afraid I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” 

“You and I both know he is across town waiting for you,” 

Immediately red flags waved around as you tried to slam the door shut only for it to be stopped by his foot. Not wanting to waste a moment, you ran trying to fish your phone out of your purse to call Harvey. 

A hand grabbed you by the hair, tugging you back as your phone flew out of your hands. “Sorry Miss, but you’re coming with me. Boss’s orders.” 

Before you could object, a cloth covered your face cutting off your airflow as you slowly watched everything around you fade to black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harvey paced back and forth, something was wrong. You were never late, and when you were you always called to tell him where you were. Yet here he was, pacing outside the restaurant, with no word from you on your whereabouts. 

The two of you agreed to meet for dinner at eight, so you could enjoy the evening hours in each other’s company like he promised you weeks ago when he made the reservation. Now here he was, minutes from losing it and you were nowhere to be seen.

Looking up and down the bustling street, he didn’t see you nor the car he sent to get you. 

He was minutes from leaving to look for you himself when a text appeared on his phone from an unknown number. It was then Harvey knew something was seriously wrong. Opening the message, Harvey’s heart dropped to his stomach. 

There you were, unconscious on the grimy floor of who knows where. Your beautiful skin was marked with bruises and fingerprints, probably from your kidnapping. Below, he read the caption attached to the image. 

Unknown: Thanks for the present; she will be thoroughly appreciated. 

Harvey let out an inhuman growl, clenching his fist so tight the phone shattered in his hand. He was right, someone kidnapped you on the way to dinner and he was none the wiser. When he got his hands on the fucker that did this, they would only wish they were dead. 

There are so many worse things he could do to someone that didn’t involve killing them. 

Fishing into his coat pocket, Harvey pulled out his second burner phone used for business. A man of his profession always kept spares on hand. Dialing the first number, Harvey all but yelled at the man who answered it. 

“Hey boss, what’s up? I thought you were out with the missus–” 

“Grab your men, and case the city. She’s missing, some deranged fucker thought he’d be funny and grab her. I don’t care if you have to go door to door, alley to alley, block by block; hell if they call the cops have them file a fuckin’ missing person’s report. Find her, or don’t bother coming back.” 

Cobb nodded quickly, “Understood boss, I’ll get the boys out and lookin’ immediately.” 

“Report back to me the second you hear anything.” 

“Yes sir.” 

With that, he hung up and let out a frustrated sigh. Harvey had any number of enemies, and any one of them was willing to take the chance to hurt the most important thing in the world to him. His issue was narrowing down who hated him the most, and who’d be stupid enough to do this. 

Harvey tried his best to keep his worries to a minimum, but after several hours without an update from any of his men, it got harder and harder. Without an ounce of sleep, Harvey and his men searched all through the night and the following day, with the occasional texts and images of you with proof of life, taunting him with the fact you were at the whims of whoever your kidnapper was.

It wasn’t until midnight the following night, did Harvey finally reach his last straw. 

There was a notification with another image from the same unknown number. 

Clenching his jaw, he opened it and saw an image of you. The finger-shaped bruises were more prominent while more decorated other parts of your face and upper body. You were tied to a chair with a blindfold over your eyes, and was that–

Why the fuck was there a ball gag shoved in your mouth?

Harvey felt red-hot anger surge through him as he read the text below. 

Unknown: I think it’s time I finally house-broke this bitch. Have any tips?

Immediately rage overtook him as Harvey threw his phone across his office, shattering it against the concrete wall. 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ fuck!” 

Throwing everything off his desk, Harvey opened the top and pulled out his gun before placing it in the holster on his shoulder. Grabbing his suit jacket, he threw it over his shoulder before storming across the room, and throwing the door open the wood almost splitting from the force. 

Any of his thugs still left in the building immediately made themselves scarce, not wanting to be caught in Two-Face’s rage. 

“Somebody tell me that one of ya dumb fucks have found a lead,” he demanded. 

Nobody dared move, knowing very well they were in the midst of a cold-blooded predator. One small move would make you an instant target, and they all valued their life and jobs. 

“Nobody gonna answer me? Fine.” Harvey pulled the gun and cocked it before aiming it around. “Then you’re all goin’ home in body bags.” 

“Wait, boss! What if we tracked the number from the messages?” 

Harvey turned to look at the one who spoke. “You think I haven’ thought of that yet? Fuckin’ phone is impossible to trace.” 

“We’ll find her boss, we have men out now tearing the city apart as we speak.” 

“Then why the hell are you dumb fucks still here?” Harvey snarled. 

There was a still silence before another thug spoke up. “We’re under order from the missus, in the event of her absence, to not leave you alone.” 

Hearing his confession simmered his rage, even when you were missing and in inevitable danger, you were still taking care of him. Running a hand over his face, Harvey took a deep breath. He couldn’t lose his cool, that would only make him lose control, and get him into trouble with–

Stopping on that thought, he realized there was only one person he could count on to find you. 

Letting out a sigh, Harvey knew what he had to do. You weren’t going to like it one bit, but it was his only option to find you before something horrible happened. 

Holsting his pistol, Harvey stretched his neck before lighting a cigarette. Taking a drag, Harv blew the smoke out and chuckled. Whoever took you, was going to be in for a rude awakening. 

Within 20 minutes, Harv and a crew of his men rolled up to a local bank well-supplied with guns and explosives. 

Harv didn’t miss the looks his men gave him when he just strolled in the front doors and began to shoot it up. Several guards rushed up to stop him, only to be shot down by his rifle. Lowering his gun, Harv puffed out another cloud of smoke. 

“One of ya tell me where I can find the goddamned Batman, and you get to live another night,” he called, watching the citizens and smart cops drop to the floor. 

No one responded. 

“No?” he laughed, turning to look at his crew with an unsettling look in his eye. “Get a load of this boys, these dumb fucks don’t want the Batman to come?” 

The crew around him laughed, as they began ransacking the vaults and registers. 

“H-How do you know he isn’t already on his way?” 

Harv turned to see a bank teller cowering behind a pillar from his cold gaze. Walking over, Harv gripped his hair and pulled his head back to look up at him. “Well, he better get here pretty fuckin’ fast before I start popping some fuckin’ heads!” he growled. 

“And you just became my first volunteer!” 

Dragging the teller by the hair, Harv pulled him out from behind the pillar, into the open floor. “You’ve got exactly two minutes to be here Batman, or I’m gonna start redecorating the inside of his head!” 

A few citizens around him wailed in protest, not wanting to witness a murder but Harv couldn’t care less. All he could think of was that you were in trouble, and needed someone to help you. And that’s what he was doing getting help. 

“Thirty seconds left Batman! I suggest you get down here right fuckin’ now!” 

“Behind you Harvey.” 

Harv turned on his heel to see the caped crusader, eyes narrowed on the man with a rifle in one hand and the teller in the other. 

“Ah look who finally decided to show up boys!” Tossing the teller to the side, Harv took another drag and pulled his cigarette out. “The big bad Batman,” 

“I heard you were looking for me,” 

“Oh well, I’d fuckin’ hope so or I just help up this bank for no reason other than some shits and giggles.” he grinned. “I need a favor,” 

“Why would I help you?” 

Harv opened his arms and gestured around. “Well, step into my office and we can negotiate somethin’.” 

Batman stayed silent, eyes narrowed at his antics. 

Rolling his eyes, Harv dropped his arms before pulling a picture from his wallet. “That’s my girl and some sick fuck thought they’d be funny and kidnap her.” 

Batman held the picture in his hand. It was a picture of you, albeit a risque picture, but nothing Bruce Wayne hadn’t seen before. If he was right, this was taken the night he and Selina spent in a penthouse suite with you and Harvey.

“Why do you need me?” 

“I don’t know where the fuck she is, or who the fuck has her. I was sent a picture of her tied up and I have a feeling I know who did it.” 

Handing the picture back to him, Batman thought through his options. You needed help, that was for sure, and he’d be more than glad to rescue you, but he couldn’t let Harvey just get away with holding up a bank and murdering people, just to get his attention. 

On a bad day, Two-Face was almost worse than the Joker with his temperament and he was lucky he managed to arrive before more people died. 

“I can’t just let you go, Harvey,” 

Harv pointed at the crew around him. “I’ll let you arrest my boys, and I won’t bail them out for two weeks.” 

At that, the men stopped and stared in shock and awe. Did their boss just offer them up as bait to save his girlfriend?

Batman remained silent. 

“Three weeks,” 

Silence still. 

Dragging a hand down his face, Harv groaned. “Fine, you can arrest me and maybe I’ll go quietly.” 

“Deal.” 

Harv grinned and turned to his men behind him. “Good news boys! You’re done for the night! The Bat and I will finish up here!” 

“You got it, boss!” With that, all the thugs scrambled out of the bank with what they had and didn’t look back. 

Batman let out a disgruntled sigh. “Alright, let’s find her.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How could such a beautiful thing belong to such an ugly fucker?” he hummed, tracing a finger down your cheek before removing the gag from your mouth. Rearing your head back, you snapped your teeth at his finger, digging into the flesh. 

Roman let out a cry, pulling his fingers from your mouth and backhanding you. 

“Keep it up, and you won’t be very pretty for much longer.” he hissed. “It’d be a shame to mess up such a pretty face.” 

“I’d rather be ugly than belong to a dick like you.” 

You knew he was glaring at you, the white cloth over your eyes prevented you from seeing anything, let alone your kidnapper but you knew. Roman Sionins was a man who always took what he wanted. 

It seemed he took your last encounter to heart and had deranged himself into thinking you belonged to him now, not Harvey. 

You felt his hand grab your face, puffing your cheeks out. “You listen here, you little bitch. You belong to me, you’ll see it here eventually. I always get what I want, and no schizophrenic, dissociative fucker is gonna stop me.” 

Shifting your foot to the left, you lifted your heel and brought your stiletto down hard onto his foot. Roman let out a howl of pain, as you took your chance and bit the inside of his hand once more. 

Stepping back from you, Roman growled holding his now bleeding hand. “How could a dumb broad like you cause me so many issues?” Walking towards you again, he grabbed the bottom of your dress and ripped it using the shred to wrap his hand. 

You heard sounds around you, before feeling a hand wrap around your throat. “If you’re going to sit here and bite like a bitch in heat, then I am going to breed you like one.” 

Roman’s hands were on you, pulling at your dress as you fought to kick your legs while you worked to get your hands free from the rope. There was a crash behind you and Roman stilled before you felt him be removed from you. 

Before you could ask questions, the blindfold was removed and you were met with the handsome face of your lover. 

“Hey doll, sorry it took so long to find you.” His hand removed the ties, before pulling his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders. “Had to get some help,”

“Help? What do you mean–” 

“It’s the Bat! How the fuck did he find us!” 

“I don’t know you moron, but kill him!” 

Gunshots rang around the room as Harvey carefully escorted you out. Holding you close, Harvey inspected you for any major injuries. After missing for twenty-four hours, he had to make sure you were okay. 

“Y/N, did he hurt you?” Harvey’s hands were gentle as he checked you, tilting your head side to side before brushing his thumb over your collar. 

“I’m alright Harvey, I did more damage to him than he did to me.” 

Harvey chuckled, cupping your face gently. “I bet you did, doll.” 

Pulling you close, you let yourself melt into his warm embrace baking in the smell of him that you missed so much. 

Peaking over his shoulder, you saw a dark shadowy figure there waiting. Tapping his shoulder gently, Harvey looked to see where you were pointing before he let out a sigh. 

“Thanks, Bats,”

Batman nodded slightly. “It’s your turn to hold up your end of the deal, Harvey.” 

Immediately, you looked up at him with confusion. “Baby, what’s he talking about?” 

Harvey sighed, dropping his shoulders. “I’m just going away for a little bit, doll, That’s all,” 

“I’m not stupid, Harvey. What is he talking about?” 

There was a drawn-out silence before Batman spoke. “Harvey made a deal, I help him find you and he lets me arrest him.” 

“What? He didn’t do anything wrong?” 

That’s when Harvey rubbed the back of his neck, turning to look in the other direction. “That’s not entirely true doll,” 

Giving him a look of confusion, Harvey knew he had to explain. “I may or may not have held up a bank to get his attention,” 

“Harvard Dent! What the hell is wrong with you!?” Harvey winced as you hit his bicep and the usage of his fake full name. “Holding up a bank? Seriously?” 

“What? Desperate times call for desperate measures,” 

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a sigh. You had no choice, Harvey did in fact commit a crime and make a deal to find you. He had to follow up on his end, or he’d get a goodnight kiss from Batman’s fist. 

Taking your hands, Harvey gently placed a kiss to each one. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay doll?” 

Nodding slowly, you leaned up as he pressed one last kiss to your lips. “I love you,” 

“I love you too, Harvey.” 

With that, you watched as Batman escorted him to the waiting police cars. Hearing footsteps behind you, you turned to see Harvey’s top lieutenant, Cobbs. “Nice to see you again, ma’am.” 

“Nice to be seen, Cobbs.” 

Placing a hand on your shoulder, the two of you watched as the police car drove away and Batman disappeared into the night. 

“We did as you asked, and made sure Boss didn’t get into too much trouble.” 

“Then why is he in the back of a cop car?” 

Cobbs flinched at the tone in your voice, the threat clear as day. “There is only so much we can do when he is in a mood, Boss went off on his own before we knew what we were involved in.” 

Pursing your lips, Cobbs’ story made sense. You better than anyone knew how dramatic Harvey could be, especially when you were involved. Plus, they couldn’t exactly do their job if Harvey shot them all in a hate-fueled rage. 

Narrowing your eyes, it seemed there was only one thing left to do.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Harvey sat in his cell at Arkham, staring at the picture of you he was allowed to keep. An odd courtesy of Batman. With as many times he’d been there, Arkham Asylum might as well be his second home. Second only to his apartment, he had downtown with you. 

It had been several weeks since his arrest, one since he saw you last. The orange jumpsuit did nothing for his complexion, but you said it was hot so he didn’t complain. 

Laying back on his bed, Harvey put the picture in his pocket before he stared at the ceiling. He had several months left of his sentence, and he planned on waiting it out until he could see you again. 

Suddenly there was a loud crash, strong enough to shake the building. Looking around, Harvey saw rubble and dust fall around him. Gunshots followed before they were suddenly silenced. Rising to his feet, Harvey poked his head out of his cell hearing loud shouts coming closer and closer to the door at the end of the hall. 

For a moment, all was silent before an explosion blew the door off sending it across the hall. Ducking back, Harvey heard the voices loud and clear. 

“The missus said to find him, the records say he’s in this ward.” 

“Well keep looking, I think I’m almost more scared of her than the boss right now.” 

“Especially where the boss is concerned,”

As the dust settled, Harvey grinned seeing a set of familiar faces. Upon seeing their boss, Cobbs and his men grinned. 

“Long time no see, boss.” 

Harvey chuckled, watching as they saw the door off. “Nice to see ya boys,” 

As they sawed off the door, Harvey heard a soft clicking echoing down the hallway as it slowly got closer. No sooner did the door to his cell door fall to the ground, did you come into view with his pistol in hand wearing a black and white pinstripe suit similar to that of his own. 

“Hey baby,” you grinned, holding the gun over your shoulder. “Miss me?” 

Harvey stepped out of his cell, pulling you close to greet you with a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you flush against himself as he enjoyed the feeling of your body. 

Your hands moved to his hair, keeping his lips on yours as his hands slowly wandered lower. 

“Fuck, I missed you so much doll.” 

“How about we go home, and you show me how much you missed me?” 

Harvey grinned, as the thugs made sure your escape route was secured. “With you dressed like that, how could I do anything else?” 

Letting out a laugh, you and Harvey made your way out of Arkham Asylum to a getaway car waiting for you. Cobbs opened the backseat door for you before he got in the passenger seat, shooting down any guards who tried to follow. 

Leaning back in the seat, Harvey let out a sigh and closed his eyes holding you against him tightly. “Fuck I missed you, baby, I knew you’d come get me one of these days.” 

“How could I leave you to rot in that hellhole, when I missed you so?” 

Opening the secret compartment, Harvey pulled out a cigarette before lighting it. Taking a slow drag, he didn’t miss the way you eyed him as he blew the smoke. With a grin, Harvey took another drag before pulling you into a kiss, blowing the smoke into your mouth. 

Shivers went up your spine feeling his tongue brush yours as he shared the god-awful taste of nicotine with you. But when it was Harvey, no matter how much you hated it, it was sexy when it came to him. 

Tilting your chin up to look at him, Harvey knew then and there that he chose the right woman to spend the rest of his life with and he had the ring at home to prove it with. After he spent the entire evening, and then some worshiping your body like you so deserved of course.

@littleredwing89 @batarella @candid-confetti (Girl I know you've been waiting), @restwellsoon

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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]

This is more Harvey Dent centric, because I’m obsessed with him. So here is a part of something small, I can’t guarantee y’all make another part. I also noticed a trend with a neglected reader, so I wanted to do something different. I love the idea, and I might explore that in the future, but I wanted to do wife who was disinterested in Bruce. This is mainly a self indulgent piece. I hope everyone enjoys.

Harvey Dent would be so delulu. Fight me if you disagree

Yandere Batman Short Stories: The Heart Wants What It Wants

Yandere Harvey Dent x Married Fem Reader x Yandere Bruce Wayne

The chirping of birds filled the autumn air as Bruce sat at the dinner table in the Wayne Manor. His blue eyes studied the elegant figure of (your name) who enjoyed the breakfast Alfred had made.

“There’s rumors going around that you’re close to Harvey Dent.” Bruce’s fist clenched around his silverware to the point his knuckles turned white. His gaze narrowed at his plate.

“I do work at the legal office with him, Bruce. We’re coworkers.” (Your name) sighed as she rubbed her temple from the already oncoming headache. She’s been the Distict Attorney’s assistant for a few years now, so she wasn’t sure why it was an issue as of late… “Harvey is a really nice guy-“

“So you two are on a first name basis?” (Your name) sighed at Bruce’s jealousy. He had never been much of a fiancé prior to marriage and now he was a jealous husband. It made no sense to her since he had always instilled in her, since childhood, that there would be no romance attached to this arranged marriage their parents had set up ages ago.

“Bruce, I truly think you’re overthinking this. Harvey is just a really amazing friend.” (Your name) sighed. “If this is about the Wayne family image, you have nothing to worry about-“

“He’s in love with you.” Bruce’s blunt statement effectively cut her off mid sentence.

“Excuse me?”

“Mister Dent is in love with you.” Bruce repeated it as if that would magically make her understand his assessment of her coworker.

“What makes you think that?”

“The way he looks at you.” Bruce’s blue eyes are like a tropical storm of emotion at the moment. “You’re my wife.”

(Your name) sighed before she placed her silverware down and rose up from her chair. She cast Bruce a glare.

“On paper. There’s no romance involved in this arrangement, remember?” (Your name) walked through the door as she headed to her room to finish getting around for work.

Bruce sighed and put his forehead in his hand. He hated his younger self for what he had once told her… because he no longer felt that way.

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.

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Harvey came over to (your name)‘s desk with a bag of pastries in his hand.

“Good morning, (your name).” Harvey gave her a warm smile as he set the bag down in her desk. “I bought some muffins if you’d like one.”

(Your name) gave Harvey a weak smile.

“You’re always so sweet. Thank you.” (Your name) picked out a banana muffin, her fingers brushed against his for a brief moment.

“I think you deserve more sweetness in your life, (your name).” Harvey gave her a charming smile before he grabbed the bag. His blue eyes lingered on her for a few seconds longer than what was comfortable before he went to his office.

Harvey shut his office door before a blush enveloped his cheeks. Their fingers touched… god he was so pathetic. (Your name) was a married woman. Harvey couldn’t even have her… she had her fate chosen for her since a young age. One that he could not interfere with.

Harvey picked up his double sided coin off his desk as he absentmindedly flipped it. Would she have even chosen him if they would have been able to have a life together? Harvey didn’t have the same wealth as Bruce, but he would have been able to buy them a beautiful suburban home… give her a few children if she wanted them. The standard, American white picket fence life.

Harvey gazed at the files on his desk for his next, big case. (Your name) was truly a skilled and organized assistant, one he was grateful for. The two of them had worked so many long nights together on this… all for their mutual goal to better Gotham.

Harvey couldn’t help that he had fallen in love with her… he just wished she’d see his feelings. That they were soulmates- he was so corny.

Harvey was so pathetic for the way he felt about a married woman… but he knew she wasn’t happy. That it was all an arranged marriage. A union her parents forced on her.

Harvey could treat her infinitely better than some cold, Playboy billionaire. he would never run around on her, nor would he ever make her doubt that he had nothing but love for her.

(Your name) deserved to be pampered like a princess. She deserved soft and gentle… something Harvey was.

It was just such a shame he had been hearing strange voices in his head… perhaps they were merely auditory hallucinations from the stress of this upcoming case against the Falcone family?

Yes… that was it. Harvey Dent wasn’t a madman. He was a normal, upstanding citizen. The district attorney! Harvey “Apollo” Dent.

He was not crazy… even though he kept hearing a raspy voice in his head that wanted to snatch up his assistant for his own. She needed to be properly claimed and ravaged.

Harvey was just too scared of his own mind sometimes…

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“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” Bruce always recalled memories of a younger version of (your name). Back when she still made an attempt to get close to him. To the times she’d visit the manor to check on him since he was always ‘brooding.’ Bruce appreciated the gestures but never outwardly expressed it.

(Your name) was always so kind and sweet… yet he didn’t want to fall in love for fear she’d leave him or she would perish. Bruce now saw this logic as flawed since another man was now in the picture.

Bruce would be damned if he let a man like Harvey Dent snatch up what was his.

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(Your name) was surprised her husband waited for her when she came home. She sighed when Bruce came to help her remove her coat.

“What are you doing?” (Your name) didn’t even put up a fight when he gently slid the suede trench coat off her shoulders.

“Can I not help my wife take her coat off?” Bruce asked with a quirked brow. (Your name) hated when he’d act like a doting husband. He was never interested before so she wasn’t sure why it changed now.

“You’ve been odd… or are you afraid I’m going to run away for some fantasy love affair?” (Your name) laughed at the expression on Bruce’s face. “You’re joking… you can’t possibly be jealous.”

“So what if I am?” Bruce asked softly. “Feelings can change.”

(Your name) sighed once again. “Bruce, I’m not interested-“

“Is it because of Dent?”

“No. It’s not because of Harvey.” (Your name) glanced at him. “I… I just haven’t no interest in romance with you.”

“…” Bruce remained silent for a moment before he pulled her into an awkward hug. “Let’s work on it then. I won’t push you away anymore… let’s make this real.”

(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion but she didn’t put up much of a fight. She was too tired to argue.

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(Your name) sat in her office as she watched the news. Harvey had a huge case against the Falcone family… the two of them had worked on his case together for months on end. She was hopeful the Falcone family would finally be knocked off the map… but she was horribly wrong.

(Your name) audibly gasped when she saw the reporter loudly scream and explain that Harvey had just been attacked. How was she attacked? It was a court room…

Turned out, his witness, Sal Maroni, threw acid on half his face. What kind of monster would do that?!

(Your name) rushed up from her desk as she grabbed her coat. She needed to get to that hospital and quickly, Harvey would need all the support he could get.

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Harvey woke up with a start when he saw he was in the hospital. Agony consumed his entire being yet he couldn’t understand the warmth he felt inside him- (your name)?

Harvey was shocked to see the beautiful young woman beside his hospital bed in a chair. Her other body draped on the mattress, her fingers into locked with his. Had she… spent the night? Was there a possibility she loved him too?

Harvey’s fingers brushed a few pieces of hair from her face, his breath hitched at the contact. This wasn’t a dream… yet neither was his accident.

Harvey felt a sense of pride fill him when he saw that her phone vibrated with notifications from her ‘husband.’ He wanted to gloat in the other man’s face but he was more concerned about his face at the moment.

It couldn’t be that bad, right? It’s not like (your name) would hate him… she loved him. That’s why she came to be with him… and he’d make sure she knew just how much he adored her too.

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Bruce slammed his fist into the wall, a small hole now there like a centered frame. Why wasn’t his wife answering his calls? She was supposed to be home yesterday. We are on this green earth could she be?

Bruce angrily ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tugged a bit at the black strands. There wasn’t a possibility that she was with Harvey right? She told him that she wasn’t interested in Harvey that way… he couldn’t help the nagging feeling that ate away at his mind.

He needed to find (your name) and fast. Bruce had a sickening feeling that she wasn’t safe… he needed to save his wife.

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(Your name) stirred awake to find Harvey with his fingers in her hair. Her brow fur as she set up, her lips drawn in a thin line.

“ Harvey? Are you all right? I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”

Harvey shook his head to reassure, the bandages obscured his handsome face from view. There was no doubt in her mind that his face was permanently destroyed from the acid.

“I’m… I’m here.” Harvey gave a dry chuckle. (Your name) could tell he was on a verge of a mental breakdown. One of his eyes was twitched while his hands shook. She couldn’t bear to see such a wonderful man completely fall apart when she was there to catch the pieces.

“Harvey… come here.” (Your name) held her arms wide open for him, the man melted instantly. His arms wrapped around her like the coils of an anaconda. His grip was tight and escapable as his body was sob.

Harvey couldn’t say a word as he held her like a lifeline, but there was only one thing that was clear in his mind… she loved him too.

It had to be fate that she felt the same way… now all he had to do was get her to leave her husband and be with him. Where she belongs.

The heart wants what it wants…

[gothamite-rambler]

Lucid Harvey Dent being fatherly to Jason Todd

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.

[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

[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.

[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."

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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.

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"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.

[wakeywakeyjakey]

I LOVE BruHarvey/TwoBats but I struggle to get into reading it because it feels like 90% of the fanfiction for this ship is Bruce trying to reform him, “fix” him, cure him, etc. It’s Bruce being like “it’s okay, even though half of you is an evil monster I still love the other half!” It’s definitely because I have DID myself but like—where’s the TwoBats where Bruce actually loves and accepts Harv? Is committed to ALL parts of him, not just the part he deems good? I’d much rather read about Bruce’s journey to understand and love him on a deeper level (+ that journey with mental health/DID awareness) than read about him trying to get rid of Harv once and for all.

[tarrensbookmarks]

Batman

➼ Alfred Pennyworth ‣I'll Be Seeing You by eupheme Invisible Man!Alfred x F!Reader ‣Slip Into Your Skin by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x Black F!Reader ‣The Gentleman by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x F!Black Dancer!Reader ‣Penny For Your Thoughts by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader ‣In Bloom by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader and sex pollen ‣Of Beachgrass and Seafoam by viceofdionysus Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader

➼ Bruce Wayne/Batman ‣Iron by stargirlfics Battinson x F!Reader

➼ Jason Todd/Red Hood/Arkham Knight ‣Dark!AK!Jason Todd x F!Reader by nocturne-pisces

➼ Harvey Dent/Two-Face ‣Yandere!Two-Face x GN!Reader by recreationalfanfics

➼ Roman Sionis/Black Mask ‣Morning After by gilverrwrites Roman Sionis x Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

[frownyalfred]

One thing I have yet to find in a fic (but will not give up looking, lest I face the possibility of having to be the one to write it) is Harvey Dent discovering Batman's identity, and rather than going through his typical feelings of hurt and betrayal, goes, "Oh damn. Of course my traumatized bestie would also have DID. No wonder we got along so well and felt so comfortable around each other. And here I was thinking Bruce just made it out of childhood alright somehow. I'm such a jerk. Of course he's been struggling alone all along. I wonder if he even knows he's Batman. I bet he doesn't. No, he can't possibly. I bet Alfred's been hiding it from him while enabling Batman. This explains so much actually."

Awh, I hope you find something like this! It totally makes sense that that's where Harvey's mind would go. I think he's in the unique position to pity Bruce and Batman, having known both iterations of the man. Bruce is the same way, and it makes things so much more different for them than other people.

[yandere-wishes]

Probably not going to get to writing this fic until late November/early December but might as well make the taglist rn.

So you know the drill if you want to be on the taglist for Yandere!Harvey Dent x reader x Yandere! Roman Sionis then let me know in the comments.