#harvey dent fic

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

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

[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.

[d3athmaskd1v1n3]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[lukazade]

I saw this super goofy looking whiskey glass and decided I needed Jason to give it to Harvey as a joke (Harvey thinks it's dumb, but he does take it out sometimes to use when he's having a rough one.)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

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

Chapters: 2/?

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 Two: Sirens on the Staircase

Martha fixed her makeup while her assistant adjusted her dress. “Can you do the sweater, Mrs. Wayne?” her assistant questioned. 

“Over the shoulders,” Martha answered. She brushed hospital shampoo through her hair and looked at Bruce. He hated press conferences, but he understood they had to release a statement. “Bruce, you don’t have to do this with me if it bothers you… All I’m going to do is tell them we’re going home soon, we’d like everyone to respect our privacy, and we love our city and hope it doesn’t deter people from supporting local businesses.” 

“But what about crime?” Bruce asked. 

“Crime is only a symptom of a much more frightening disease that plagues our city… So many people are left behind or ignored because of where they come from or what abilities they do or don’t have. We are supposed to help give people whatever we need as often as we can,” Martha replied, “That being said, do you want to do boring press with me? Or do you want to go support Dad at his pain management appointment?” 

Bruce smiled at her. “I’ll tell Dad you love him,” Bruce replied as he kissed her cheek. 

Martha gasped. “You don’t think that I’d be coming on too strong?” Martha teased. “Tell him I think it’s cute how his nose scrunches up when he laughs and see how he reacts… And then, tell him that I love him.”

Bruce smiled and nodded before heading to the physical therapist’s office on the second floor of the hospital. Bruce waved at the window to make sure it was okay to come in. By this time, the hospital was well-acquainted with Bruce and even welcomed his presence. He brought meals and coffee, distracted smaller children while nurses drew blood, and was painfully sweet to everyone who cared for his parents. He even remembered the names of the people at the front desk.

Thomas lit up at the sight of Bruce and waved him over. "I'm taking a dip in the ice bath today," Thomas explained as he unzipped his robe. Bruce looked at the tub of ice water and frowned. "What's the matter?"

"Won't it be too—? Hm... What's that going to feel like?" Bruce asked. Thomas glanced at his physical therapist. He nodded in reply to Thomas' question.

"Do you want to try it with me? We'll only do a few minutes, and then we'll get out and dry off, warm up a little bit, and have a snack. How about it?" Thomas asked. Over the past few weeks, Thomas realized it was better to let Bruce experience the process of his recovery. It was much easier than giving textbook answers to an already traumatized eight-year-old.

Bruce removed his suit and draped it over a chair while Thomas transferred from his wheelchair to the tub's edge. "Truth be told, I'm glad you're doing this with me," Thomas nervously chuckled. He hated the cold, but Bruce loved it. He loved any extreme Martha and Thomas would allow. Thomas took a deep breath and looked at Bruce. "Count of three? Can you do the honors?"

"One... Two... Three," Bruce counted before plunging down into the tub with Thomas. They both shrieked and blew out a breath from the cold.

Bruce reached forward and grabbed Thomas' hand to keep from jumping out of the water. "It's a shock. I know. Wooo! I wouldn't be offended if you had to get out," Thomas reassured him. Bruce shook his head.

"I'm with you, Dad," Bruce replied, his forehead wrinkling as he stared directly into Thomas' eyes. Thomas chuckled. "Mom told me to tell you that she thinks it's cute when you wrinkle your nose when you laugh."

His chuckle turned to a boisterous laugh. "Did she? Do you think that means she likes me?" Thomas joked.

"She told me something else. She said she loves you," Bruce seriously answered.

"Wow. A pretty lady like your mom loves me? Tell her that she's the girl of my dreams... And that I love her, too. Can you remember that?" Thomas asked as he trembled. Bruce nodded. "You're a good man, Bruce. I don't know if I would've done this for my dad at your age."

Bruce beamed as he shivered in the water. "It's not so bad," Bruce lied. Thomas grinned. 

Silence fell over both of them, and Thomas smiled. The discomfort of the freezing cold faded over the next few minutes, and Thomas took Bruce’s hand once more, looking over his nail beds. “Come on, let’s get out… Easy, you first. Come this way,” Thomas whispered. Bruce waded over, and Thomas sat him on the edge. “Dry your legs and the rest of your body all the way first and take deep breaths. Okay?” 

Bruce obeyed, while Thomas pulled himself onto the tub’s edge. The two of them exchanged glances as they shivered and dried off, and Bruce sat on Thomas’ lap after he transferred back to his chair, and they sat wrapped in their towels and Thomas’ robe. “Would you do this again?” Thomas asked as he held Bruce close. 

“Hm… Can we get soup after next time?” Bruce asked. 

“Miso soup?” Thomas asked. Bruce nodded. “You’re in luck. Dr. Edmonds, can I get another spoon?” 

Dr. Edmonds pulled a spoon out of thin air. After they finished eating, Thomas made sure Bruce drank water with him and got dressed. Bruce eventually nodded off in Thomas’ lap after he got dressed, and Thomas went down to the first floor to watch Martha’s press conference. Martha casually widened her eyes, and Thomas nodded as he approached her in his chair. “Mrs. Wayne? Mrs. Wayne, will you and Mr. Wayne be taking questions at this time?” one of the reporters asked. 

“Thomas, honey, are we taking questions at this time?” Martha asked with a playful grin spread across her face. Thomas reached for her hand, playing with the ring on her finger, almost forgetting that the press was there to begin with. 

“I’ll do whatever you ask, Mrs. Wayne,” Thomas joked. Bruce pressed his face into Thomas’ chest, still fast asleep to Thomas and Martha’s relief. 

Martha smiled and turned toward the cameras. “We can answer a few questions,” Martha replied, “But I’m sure Bruce would like to go home and get some rest, so let’s be brief.” 

**

Bruce stirred in his bedroom as he listened to his parents speaking in the next room. It sounded like they were arguing, so he crept out of bed and listened at his door. “Thomas, it was an accident. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Martha replied. 

“Martha, maybe I shouldn’t—.”

“Oh, Thomas, don’t be that way. You did the same for me when I was pregnant. There’s no difference,” Martha replied. 

Bruce crept out of his room, and Alfred scooped him up. “Master Bruce, I think it’s almost time for lunch,” Alfred whispered as he carried Bruce downstairs. Bruce wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, but he couldn’t stop staring over Alfred’s shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked. 

“Just a small spill, Master Bruce. Would you like a biscuit?” Alfred questioned in reply. 

“Chocolate chip, please,” Bruce answered. Alfred made a soft noise as he patted Bruce on the back. The patting sent Bruce back to the thought of sirens flashing in his eyes, police officers and EMTs swarming on all sides around him. “Wait! Wait! Where’s Mom and Dad? Mom! Dad!” 

“Bruce?” Thomas asked. Alfred carried Bruce up the stairs where Thomas waited in his chair. He was in his robe as he reached out for Bruce, and Alfred handed him off. “Hey, it’s alright, Bruce. It’s alright.” 

Bruce trembled as he pressed his face into Thomas’ shoulder, trying to use his father’s scent as an anchor. “I don’t know who—. I don’t know who took you. The lights—. The lights were flashing, and they took you away from me. I don’t know who—. I wasn’t sure—. I couldn’t—. I couldn’t ask them who—.” Bruce hyperventilated as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“I’m right here. Daddy’s here. I’m not going anywhere,” Thomas whispered as he held Bruce’s hand. He rubbed circles in Bruce’s palm with his thumb as he kissed Bruce on the cheek. “What’s that silly game we used to play? The one with the—.” Thomas held one thumb up and tapped Bruce’s nose as he started humming the tune to Where is Thumbkin. He switched his hands back and forth even though he couldn’t remember the words clearly. “Help me out, Brucie. Really, son, I’m struggling with this one.”

Bruce slowly started participating, allowing Thomas to wipe his tears away while Martha crept past them to the dumbwaiter. Upon her return, she watched as Thomas struggled to sing along. Thomas lifted Bruce’s chin with his knuckle. “I’m sorry, Dad—.”

“Hey, that’s okay. I’ve got to take a shower, but I’ll be back down for lunch. A kiss for the best, will your heart miss me less? Mwah!” Thomas kissed Bruce’s cheek before patting his arm. Bruce gave him a kiss on the cheek in return. “That’s my big boy. I won’t be gone long. I promise.” 

Martha reached for Bruce’s hand. She scooped him up with her uninjured arm and once she had him balanced on her hip, she blew a raspberry into his opposite cheek. “Is Lovey a little out of sorts after his nap?” Martha asked in a cartoonish bird voice. But before she turned to head down the stairs, she stopped to kiss Thomas. “Isn’t Daddy just the sweetest?” she whispered as she walked down the stairs sideways with her back against the railing. 

“Alfred, I’m sorry,” Thomas whispered. Alfred shook his head. “Could you make sure they get downstairs safely? Hopefully, they take the stair lift down next time. Sorry about all the—.”

“You have never been more pleasant, Master Thomas,” Alfred teased. Thomas chuckled. “We’re happy to have you home, sir.” 

“I’m happy to be home, Alfred,” Thomas half-smiled.

[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.

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On the note of cool things to see, considering that Harvey's nickname at some point was Apollo, there's a great opportunity for some enemy of his to rename him Icarus and threaten him with getting burned.