#i'll clean this up in a sec && make it look pretty so I can reblog it to my study blog but for now i was really honoured

[halfdent]

I just want to tell you that I LOVE your portrayal of both Harvey AND Two-Face. It's so insightful and elegant. It shows how much you truly understand not only the characters but the psychological conditions that they have. It also shows how much the character means to you. You don't demonize D.I.D. or people who have the condition(WHICH IS GREAT that you don't do that! but also very unusual. I hope more people follow your example in that way, it's sorely needed.) and their struggles within society, thanks to society's rigidity for neurotypicality as the "Norm". You also do an amazing job at portraying that "Alters" ARE full fledged personalities. You fully flesh out Two-face just as much as you do Harvey, which the DC writers still struggle to do. They mostly just portray Two-face as Harvey's anger rather than a full separate personality. You made me care about a character that I didn't really care about before.

Your Harvey / Two-Face portrayal will ALWAYS be my favorite.

OH  I  AM  SO  UNBELIEVABLY  TOUCHED  BY  THIS  MESSAGE  !  THANK  YOU  THANK  YOU  THANK  YOU  !  You  have  no  idea  from  the  bottom  of  my  heart  !  I  started  writing  these  two  almost  three  years  ago  now  &&  since  the  beginning  ,  hell  even  before  that  when  I  was  first  exposed  to  HARVEY  /𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  back  in  my  young  years  of  watching  BTAS  with  my  sister  &&  older  brother  ;  I  never  once  thought  that  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  was  just  "  ��𝐕𝐈𝐋  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘  "  .  Since  then  of  course  I  took  up  reading  the  comics  ,  playing  the  Arkham  Games  etc  etc.

HARVEY  &&  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  might  see  THEMSELVES  as  GOOD  &&  EVIL  but  that's  not  who  they  are  or  their  definitions  only  what  they've  been  told  about  themselves  by  their  FATHER  &&  things  they  encountered  from  a  young  age  .  These  views  of  themselves  don't  stem  from  fact  only  unfairness  that  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  was  the  one  to  protect  ,  &&  he  could  only  do  so  in  mirroring  what  he  saw  ,  which  is  their  abuser  .  So  he  used  fists  to  protect  them  .  They  would  be  repeatedly  told  that  anger  was  something  to  be  ashamed  of  .  That  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  was  a  "  𝐀  𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍  𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘  "  &&  poor  𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐒  plays  that  role  &&  he  plays  it  very  well  but  that's  not  who  he  is  .  I'm  not  saying  I  condone  some  of  his  actions  but  the  guy  didn't  have  a  chance  in  hell  .

People  forget  that  HARVEY  feels  anger  too  &&  t&  hat  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  has  so  much  charisma  just  like  HARV  does  ,  he's  funny  ,  quick  witted  ,  intelligent  .  Interests  &&  so  on  He  has  a  whole  personality  of  his  own  .

I  am  not  a  system  myself  but  I  have  people  who  I  love  that  are  a  system  &&  I've  always  told  them  that  if  there  was  ever  anything  that  they  thought  was  offensive  about  the  way  I  play  these  two  to  come  straight  to  me  !  &&  I  know  what  it's  like  to  be  a  protector  &&  to  be  blamed  &&  demonized  for  it  .  People  forget  the  tragedy  here  isn't  just  HARVEY  it's  HARVEY  &IT'S  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  .  The  two  of  them  really  didn't  stand  much  of  a  chance  with  their  beginning  but  there's  hope  if  HARVEY  can  just  learn  to  accept  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄.  &&  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  accept  the  guidance  he  needs  as  a  persecutor  who  was  just  a  protector  completely  misled  by  things  neither  of  them  could  control  !

&&  I  know  I  talked  a  lot  about  𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐒  here  but  it's  HARV  too  .  Afraid  of  his  own  right  to  feel  angry  ,  afraid  of  himself  &&  afraid  of  the  one  person  he  could  always  rely  on  to  protect  him  .  So  afraid  that  he'd  work  himself  to  the  bone  just  so  people  would  believe  he  was  good  ,  that  he  was  somehow  this  "APOLLO"  unbreakable  ,  incorruptible  .

[lythea-creation]

Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: After living in an abusive relationship for quite some time, (f/n) realizes that her normal is actually broken. All it takes are some selfless, joyful helpers at the fire station, one of them especially.

warnings: As you can see in the summary, this story is about domestic abuse. Please read it with care if this is a sensitive topic for you. This chapter contains depictions of physical and emotional abuse specifically.

word count: 1.300

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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(f/n)'s PoV

Everything was a blur to me as my anxiety was overwhelming.

I knew I needed to get stitches. It was the only reason I was here and did not just suck it up.

When I heard about the medical program of the fire station I decided to give it a try, hoping they would not ask too many questions as many of the doctors in the hospital did.

I was waiting in a secluded area as the room was parted by curtains.

Time was seeming to stop as my paranoia was telling me something was wrong. In reality the station was just busy today as it was booming with people.

“Hey, I'm Andy Herrera”, a woman with brown locks greeted me. “Why are you here today?”

“I fell against the edge of my table”, I enlightened her, taking my hand off my waist to show her the patch of blood that was only increasing with time.

“Can you pull your shirt up so I can take a proper look at it?”, she requested.

Kate would be so mad at me, but luckily she did not know that I obeyed.

A mere look told the firefighter that I needed stitches.

“Give me a few secs. I'll get one of our docs for that”, she declared and left through the curtain after instructing me to put pressure on it with a clean cloth she had handed me.

“Hello, you must be (f/n). I'm Dr. Carina DeLuca”, the next stunningly beautiful woman greeted me.

“Yeah”, I confirmed.

I was mesmerized by her accent immediately, but did not dare to ask because I did not want to make an impression as a racist.

“That's quite a deep wound”, the brunette proclaimed, tapping something around it.

“Guess I was just unlucky”, I proposed.

“Who beat you in a fight?”, she joked.

My girlfriend. “A table. Pretty pathetic, huh? I probably should start training”, I stated with a chuckle.

“Only few people win against solid wood without tools. So don't take it to heart”, she cheered me up.

Her bright smile was contagious. I could not help but reciprocate it.

“Do you need any painkillers?”, she asked me after pulling off the stitches.

“I'm good. Thanks a lot though”, I noted.

“My pleasure”, she shot back. “Have a good day and don't start another fight with your furniture.”

“I'll try”, I claimed.

I left the station with a smile and an immense feeling of gratitude.

Every interaction just now reminded me what life was supposed to feel like. That it was okay to take it easy and joke around.

I made up my mind, taking a stop at the supermarket on the way home.

“Hey, love. What are you baking?”, my girlfriend wondered when she returned home the next day.

It was surprising that she was talking to me at all after her night shift.

“Some brownies. They'll be all ready when you wake up”, I promised.

Kate loved brownies. So she was rejoiced at my words.

I made an extra tray for us and placed the rest in some containers to take with me.

Then I made my way over to the fire station once again.

At the entrance I encountered a woman with dark hair and skin.

“Hey”, she exclaimed encouragingly. “Can I help you somehow?”

“Hey, um … I was here yesterday. At the memorial clinic to be exact and just wanted to bring by some brownies as a thank you gift”, I explained.

“Oh, thanks! You know we can never get enough to eat”, she admitted without any sign of shame for it. “What's your name? So I can pass it on.”

“(f/n)”, I introduced myself. “Your clinic is truly admirable. I'd really like to support it more than with just some brownies. But I don't have enough money to donate.”

“Don't talk your brownies down”, she shushed me. “And if you want to there's still the opportunity to volunteer. You don't even need any medical knowledge. There's more work than we'd like.”

“Alright. How does it work then? Do I just come by when you open the next time or …?”

“If you have time on your hands you could wait for the team to arrive and then we could introduce you properly and show you around”, she suggested. “I'm Vic by the way.”

She stretched her hand out to me. I took and shook it.

“Sure. I could spare some more time”, I agreed.

Suddenly the place was filled with loud chatter. Apparently the team had already returned without us noticing.

They started swarming the entrance, making me feel small. I was on the outside while they were in.

Most of them just walked on without even noticing me, but Andy stopped to take a look at me.

“Hey, (f/n), right? Are you okay?”, she addressed me.

I had not expected her to remember my name after our brief encounter.

“Yeah … to both actually”, I assured her.

“She wants to volunteer”, Vic enlightened her.

I had not been sure if I wanted to, but apparently I was in now.

“Oh, that's great! Come on up! We'll show you around”, she encouraged me.

Andy officially introduced me and I got a hearty, chaotic welcome. Somehow it was making me feel giddy. It was a warm chaos.

My brownies did the rest to win them over.

They persuaded me to eat one with them and get to know each other.

I left with a bunch of phone numbers and a happy, giddy feeling inside my body. Despite my still hurting waist it felt like I was floating.

Until I entered my home to Kate who was wearing a pissed expression.

“Where have you been?”, she questioned.

“At the fire station”, I answered honestly.

She would not believe a lie anyway. And I hated lying.

“Why?”, she inquired, her voice sharp.

“I want to volunteer. You know … to help people, make an impact”, I confessed.

“Am I not enough?” The shift in her voice was immediate, insecurity leaking through it like it was a broken pipe.

“Kate. I just don't wanna sit around all day. You wanted me to stop working ...”

“To make your life easier. We barely had time for each other and my money's enough to provide for both of us”, she interrupted me.

“That's not the point. I don't wanna live like this anymore. I'm feeling trapped”, I proposed.

“I'm making you feel trapped?”, she snapped. “Wow ...”

She slowly approached me, underlining my words perfectly. It felt like I was her prey.

“I'm doing everything I can for you. You're such an ungrateful bitch”, she cursed at me.

I was just waiting for one of her hands to hit me 'accidentally' as she was gesturing around wildly.

“I thought you actually loved me”, she remarked. “You know … I don't have to stay with you. Nobody would want to take you in. You don't actually think anybody else would want to be with someone as ugly, boring and useless as you, do you? I'm too kind for my own good, but I just can't help it. Do you think these firefighters are grateful to have you there, personally? They're just busy and have to take every help they can get.”

Her words were hitting home.

She knew about my insecurities, was making sure to feed them regularly so they would not starve to death. Her words were true after all.

“I'm the only one left”, she reminded me like it was not her fault.

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Next Chapter

The first chapter is more like a build-up for the story. Andy will definitely be more present in the following chapters. Actually the chapters are always switching between (f/n)'s and Andy's PoV.

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