#what happened to the man who was harvey dent's best friend

[f1gur4t1v3]

Sort of a Part 2 of my “Jason and his many parents” post

I will forever love the idea of Harvey “I lost all that I loved due to a freak accident, so I will be the dad who stepped-up” Dent, and his adopted son, Jason “My past father figure and I get into physical fights weekly and I need someone who won’t abandon me for who I am” Todd.

Bruce Wayne played an important role in both Jason and Harvey’s lives, Bruce was the man who took Jason in and failed to save him when Jason needed him most. He was also Harvey’s best friend, supported him through out his campaign to become mayor, and then failed to save Harvey from the acid that made him the man he is now.

Harvey understands the pain Jason feels, they both resent the same man and it makes it easier for them to bond. Jason doesn’t think he’ll ever see Harvey as a father figure no matter how hard he tries, the last two he’s had hurt him more than anything in the world, so maybe if he doesn’t believe Harvey is his dad he won’t hurt him as well.

Of course with a super villain dad you get some fun though, Jason doesn’t help out with heists but he doesn’t exactly stop them either. He’s sorta just there eating a sandwich or stalking Harvey from a far off building to make sure his other family doesn’t beat the Two Faced man to hard.

And then you obviously have the crime family. Aunt Harley and Ivy come around often to have tea with Jason, Harley likes to talk with him about life and just making sure he’s doing alright in general.

Obviously you also have Uncle Cobblepot as well, Jason’s not the biggest fan of him. He feels odd calling someone who owns the club he’s seen Bruce stripping at before in his Bruce Wayne persona uncle. That doesn’t stop him from seeing him as a part of the crime family though.

Who could forget Step-mom Selina as well, she helps Jason catch up on Bruce and his siblings lives. He can’t be there to experience it but just hearing about what’s happening from Selina is more than enough to make him happy.

Last but not least you have Edward and Crane. They’re not exactly uncles to Jason. They’re better than Penguin though because he’s never had to see a naked Bruce dancing for them before. He helps Eddie out with Riddles, giving personal hints about the Batman’s life to spice up the stakes. Then he is able to study Scarecrows latest Fear Toxin remake before he goes and holds some poor guy hostage.

To say Jason wasn’t spoiled either would be an understatement. From necklaces that compliment his eyes from Selina’s latest burglary, to Penguin setting some of his men up around Crime Alley to keep Batman out of his territory. He may not be the kid any of the major Villians wanted, but by god do they love him.

He’s their giant ball of pure muscle who looks like he could snap you in half, but inside he’s just a sweet boy who’s been looking for someone who’s willing to tolerate and love him, especially when it feels like nobody will. The villains refuse to let another soul stray down the path they did, so they all take the broken Robin under their wings and teach him how to fly again with hopes that one day he’ll rejoin the bats in their nest.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

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

Chapters: 5/?

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 Five: Battleship

Alfred served lunch while Martha and Thomas discussed what happened. Bruce sat quietly, still feeling like he might be in trouble. “You’re still not telling me when Bruce can return to school, though, Martha. You’re scaring me,” Thomas uncomfortably chuckled as he glanced at Bruce. “Thank you for lunch, Alfred. Would you like to join us today?” 

“I feel as though it might be inappropriate at the moment, Master Thomas,” Alfred replied. 

“Oh, come now, Alfred. You’re part of the family. Sit, please,” Martha whispered as she grabbed his hand. Thomas nodded with a serious grin on his face. 

Alfred sat down without another word. “Now, Martha, what’s happened?” Thomas asked once more. 

“Bruce isn’t technically in any kind of trouble for what happened today… However, he isn’t allowed to return to the campus until he’s completed a psychological evaluation to ensure a smooth return to his usual schedule. The other children will be severely punished for their act of cruelty,” Martha explained, “Here’s the card they gave me, Thomas. Are you acquainted with this doctor?” 

Thomas looked at the card. “I know Isaiah in passing. He’s probably one of the best child psychiatrists in Gotham. He’s a card... Bruce, he’s a lovely person. Dr. Paterson is an innovator. He comes highly recommended for his unorthodox style of treatment. I think the kids call it fun, ” Thomas joked. Bruce made a soft noise, but he was too scared to laugh. 

“Does the school think that something’s wrong with me?” Bruce asked. 

“No. Of course not,” Martha replied, “This is normal procedure to make sure you can adjust after what you went through. The school doesn’t want you to experience any undue stress by rushing you back into class. It’s all for your emotional benefit.” 

Bruce nodded. “We’ll call Isaiah after lunch. Don’t be frightened. I love therapy. It’s like being on a talk show,” Thomas whispered. Martha knit her brows together and whispered something to Alfred, and he snorted. Martha was the only one who could make him laugh. 

Bruce liked how tenderly Alfred and his parents were with each other. They weren’t like other people with their butlers. Alfred wasn’t invisible to them. He was a part of the family in every aspect. Still, it confused Bruce a little to see how close they were. Sometimes, he’d notice Thomas lingering in the hallway with a hand on Alfred’s back or Martha tickling under Alfred’s chin when she asked him for something. Bruce always assumed that they were just close. He knew that Alfred knew his Thomas before they’d even met Martha, but they seemed much sweeter than longtime friends. And Alfred’s constant presence made him seem like another parent. Bruce loved Alfred, and he knew Alfred loved him, too. 

“ You see this, Bruce? Your mom and good old Alfred teaming up on me? Your poor old man, ” Thomas teased as he snuck a few apple slices from Martha’s plate. Bruce giggled, and Thomas held a finger to his lips.

**

Three days later, on a Friday morning, Thomas took Bruce to see Dr. Isaiah Paterson. Isaiah was a tall man with a thick head of red coily hair, thin frameless glasses, and layers of baggy clothes despite the summer’s heat outdoors. He leaned forward, smiling with perfect teeth and freckles painted across his hooked nose as he reached forward to shake Bruce’s hand. “Don’t tell me… You’re Thomas Wayne, right?” Isaiah teased. Bruce blinked hard and shook his hand. “A joke. I know you’re Bruce. Sorry, I’m a bit of a jokester. You can call me Isaiah. How goes it, Tom?” 

“It goes,” Thomas chuckled, “Thank you for fitting us in, Isaiah. I’ve been a fan of your work for some time now. How are you?” 

“I’m great. Don’t worry about anything, Tom. I’ve got him,” Isaiah reassured him. 

“Thank you, Isaiah… Bruce, I’ll be right here if you need me,” Thomas whispered. Bruce waved at Thomas as he followed Isaiah into the office through the French doors. It felt like an entirely different house. The French doors led to an open space set up like a playroom in the house, leading off in two different directions. Straight ahead of the door was a greenhouse, and to his left, another door led to a hallway. 

“I know it can be scary to open up to someone you don’t know, but I can assure you that this is a safe space,” Isaiah reassured them both. “Well, Bruce, my sessions are a little bit longer than the typical sixty minutes because I like to start out with a game. We can go out back and play a sport, or we can stay inside and play one of the games here. I’d like you to pick. As long as we’re playing, I’d like for you to ask me anything that you want to know about me.” 

Bruce looked at Isaiah, studying him with soft eyes as he examined the iron-on patches and other accessories before turning away to pick a game. “Can we play this one?” Bruce asked. 

“Sure. Battleship is a pretty cool choice. Let’s set up,” Isaiah smiled as they sat on the large green rug in the center of the floor. Isaiah opened the box, and they quietly set up. “Anything you want to ask me?”

Bruce nodded without looking up. “How long have you been married?” Bruce questioned.

“Ten years this October,” Isaiah answered.

“Is she okay?” Bruce asked in reply. Isaiah cocked his head before chuckling.

“You got all that from looking at me? You’re very observant… And my wife is fine. She’s Deaf. I fell in love with her the moment I met her. She saved my life once, and I was so madly in love with her that I learned American Sign Language just so I could ask her out… And before you ask, we’re both members of Greenpeace,” Isaiah replied, “How long have your parents been married?” 

“Twelve years,” Bruce answered. 

Isaiah nodded. “How’re they doing? I know that they’ve had a tough summer,” Isaiah noted. 

Bruce frowned. “Mom and Dad don’t fight. Sometimes they both look sad, but they smile for each other a lot still,” Bruce answered. 

“That’s good,” Isaiah whispered. Bruce looked up from the board and his forehead wrinkled with narrowed eyes as he waited for Isaiah to say something else. “What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me about what happened at school?” Bruce asked. Isaiah finished putting his pieces on the board, and he sat back with his hands on his knees. 

“Is it important?” Isaiah asked.

“That's why I’m here,” Bruce answered. Isaiah cocked his head, feigning confusion. “Do you not know what happened?” 

“No,” Isaiah replied. That was the truth. His knowledge of the incident was vague. All he knew was that there was violence involved. 

Bruce put his last few pieces on the board, and he mirrored “I was crying… They should’ve stopped,” Bruce muttered. 

“Who were they? And what did they do?” Isaiah asked. His voice was soft as he set up his hands to play Rock, Paper, Scissors . Bruce called scissors and Isaiah did paper. 

“They chased me with confetti poppers because they’re loud like guns… But it was the smell that scared me. I was crying. They should’ve stopped… I ran until they cornered me, and I had to fight them. They weren’t going to stop,” Bruce’s voice trembled as he started to speak louder. And then he stopped… Pausing to contain himself. 

“Bruce, I’m sorry that happened to you. That must have been very upsetting,” Isaiah replied. His voice was so emotional, but he was so reserved. Much more reserved than he’d been a few minutes ago. “Did you feel like you were in danger at that time?” Bruce tried to breathe to keep from getting emotional but the tears started flowing as he nodded. 

“A-6?” Bruce questioned as he cried.

Isaiah made a soft noise of bewilderment as he answered, “Hit.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I am hollering over the gas lamp au. Good for reader for shooting that guy. I hope the whole traumatic event doesn't haunt her too much but if it was me I'd be fucked up so who knows :/

I hope the uncle gets what's coming to him for all this shit tho. Seriously dude wtf?!

I love your writing this is so interesting <3

Your wardrobe for court has been carefully curated. Modest. Delicate. Feminine. Subtly reminding the jury that you were young and innocent.

But. They hadn't needed to school you to act that way. The tears that fell were genuine. You cried talking about what happened to you. Your father. Your mother. And Jurors squirmed. Visibly disquieted when the defense tried to play rough. Challenging your story and your character.

When you left the stand finally, supported by a bailiff until Jason could get to you- it was clear that they hadn't won themselves any friends.

You were someone to all of them. A wife. A daughter. A sister. Vulnerable and afraid. Trying to do the RIGHT things. Trying to be a GOOD girl. For most of them, the scandal of heated kisses in a library didn't matter. Not when you were engaged to the man you'd been kissing. Clearly, there had been an understanding. Shortly before or after.

"You did well," Harvey said nodding in the hall, grateful for the recess.

"I didn't have much of a choice," you murmur.

"True," he acknowledged. "Still. Your testimony definitely had an impact. It's hard to ignore-"

"Mr. Dent," Jason said, keeping careful control of his voice, "I think it would be best if I took Miss Y/N home. If we're finished for today-"

"Of course," he said nodding. You look exhausted.

"Thank you," he said, guiding you to a bench. "I'll send for a carriage. We'll get you home, Wildflower."

"Thank you," you murmur, looking down at your hands. Not sure what you're feeling. Or how to deal with it.

[gothamrumours]

Harvey Dent GOT ACID

To the people of Gotham, wow, just wow. District Attorney Harvey Dent is well got acid in half his face!? Wow, I'm not sure what to say how to act. This is quite the surprise to me... To everyone, I fear.

He was running for mayor, and we all were going to vote for him, but now what? Is he dropping out? He was so handsome, but now no one even knows if he'll be okay?? Wow, this is kinda like the JFK situation. He promised us a better city rid of crime, yet crime got him!

He was just such a nice boy, a great boy at that, best friend with Brucie Wayne, Frenemies with Thomas Elliot, pregnant fiancée,Gilda Gold. His parents must be so sad. It's not that I doubt he can't pay for surgery with it, but the effects may affect his mind.

Who would've known this would happen to him Harvey Dent, known as "Apollo," in court for his smooth talking, good looks, and heavy success...is this the punishment for wanting more? For wanting better for the people? For soaring to close to the sun in a city abandoned by its own country? Who knows who truly knows, I wish for the best for this man, his family, friends, finacée and all.

Your loyal Journalists,

Gotham Rumors

[scremogirl]

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒꥟✧☀︎︎

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬

!TWO-FACE/HARVEY DENT ADDITION!

this shit had me doing back flips. one of y’all need to help me figure out this link thingy before i quit. ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

Harvey Dent. A respectable businessman, lawyer, best friend of Bryce Waye, and millionaire playboy. After the chemical explosion, his life changed forever, something inside him trying to claw its way out. Or should I say someone? With his literal other half, he now wore the name Two-Face. Somewhat of a crime boss, not as established as BlackMask and not as sophisticated as the penguin; a very loose interpretation. One of the most dangerous rogues in Gotham, that’s for sure.

Walking down the hall to your destination, you press the button on the side of the metal door to request entry. This office is way bigger than you expected it to be. Compensation for who and what you’ll be having to deal with on an almost daily basis. Setting down your boxes on the large desk, you look around and take a deep breath. As the hour passes you decorate your room to your liking. You sit down in your swivel chair spinning around from time to time to ease your nerves about the arrival of a new patient. You’ve heard many things about Mr. Dent, but unfortunately, none of them are any good.

You hear a loud buzzing sound, signaling to you that someone is here. Hearing the jingling of chains and muffled voices, you see two guards use slight force to push Harvey through the door.

“Good Morning Ms. (L/N),” says the warden.

“Morning Brahms, How are you?” Whatever he says is lost because your eyes land on the man searing your skin with his gaze. You shift from one side of his face to the other, cautious to not stare at the more grotesque side in order to not make him uncomfortable. You’ve read in the files that Two-Face doesn’t appreciate eye contact very much. Understandable.

“Anyways,” says Brahms, snapping you back from reality.

“This one has a bit of an attitude this morning, if you want we could stay and make sure no funny business happens,” gesturing to the guard holding Harvey’s opposite arm.

“That’s alright, sessions are meant to hold some sort of privacy anyways,” From your peripheral you see Two-Face narrow his eyes at you, less hostile, but one shows skepticism and the other slightly appreciative. Creepy.

“Alright then, we’ll be right outside if you need us,” and with that, they walk Harvey to the bench on the opposite side of the room and leave. He stares at you unmoving, likely assessing you.

“So, Mr Dent, or should I call you Two-Face?” You wait for a reply but he stays silent, leading you to continue.

“I’m Dr. (L/N); your new therapist and/or psychiatrist depending on what they see from outer sessions, knowing this place they’ll make me do both,” you mumble that last part under your breath.

Again he doesn’t respond, so you continue on with your introduction. Tell him what you read in his files, what you expect out of your sessions, the works. As you're talking though, you somehow miss the ringing of the chains and handcuffs. Before you know it he’s made his way around your desk with a hand around your neck.

“You talk too much,” he says, lifting you off the ground and slamming you against the bookshelf behind you. You grasp at his wrist a little as you gasp for air.

“I could just end you right here, y’know that? What’s it to me?” He stares deep into your eyes, so much for not liking eye contact. He’s about to speak again when he feels a sharp jolt through his body. He drops you and flies back, crouching down on the floor. You reach up to your throat and cough up a little before speaking,

“I don’t mind a bit of choking, but nothing near as homicidal. Didn’t your mother teach you how to treat a lady?”

“What the- What the fuck was that?” He grumbles out slowly trying to stand back up.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve myself, how’d you think I managed to stay here as long as I have?” He looks at you with curiosity and searing anger. His expression changes as both his eyes widen and lips slightly part as he watches the forming bruise on your neck slowly disappear.

“Don’t look so surprised Mr. Dent, you’ve probably seen more impressive things,” you straighten out your clothes, fix your hair, and push your glasses back into place. You slowly walk over to your seat and gesture at him to go back to the couch. He begrudgingly complies still in shock…literally.

“You’re a very hostile one Mr. Dent, want to tell me what that’s about?” He goes blank again, mumbling “You deal with this,” before a softer more weary expression manifests on the right side of his face.

“I’m sorry Dr. (Y/N), he’s never really liked any of the therapists here,”

“Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Dent, as you said before I am your new doctor. I look forward to working with you,” you say with a soft smile.

“Now, I believe I asked you a question earlier,” he heaves a deep sigh, turning his gaze down to his feet and hands sliding down his face in exhaustion before continuing.

“He just- he just doesn’t like other people. He can barely tolerate me, always trying to fight his way past me,” you hum as an encouragement for him to continue.

The remaining session goes over pretty smoothly except for a couple of protests from Two-Face when Harvey picks out his flaws. They’re surprisingly calm, just has a bit of a temperament. You write the last note in your pad and close his final.

“Thank you, Mr. Dent; Two-Face. It’ll be quite the experience working with you two,” and with that, the timer signaling the end of your session rings. The guards walk him and take him away, but, before they can drag him all the way out, he glances back at you one last time with a slight smirk.

“Thanks for today Doc, I’ll be sure to use all that new information later,” he says, glancing down at your neck. The guards look at him, between each other, and then you. They give you a quizzical look as you just raise an eyebrow. As they walk out you sit there a little confused. You couldn’t seem to decipher which one of them was talking. That thought is pushed to the back of your mind as two different guards bring another patient in. Well, we’ll just have to see how the next session goes.

[l-starlight-l]

The love of a Hero

Smoke Signals

A/N: listen listen I know it’s been a longggg time since I post but I’ve been busy man. This is the first story in my new mini series!! I’m so excited even tho I’m not so sure how good it’s going to be. I promise I’ll post more! Love ya<3

Description: You’re a new physiologist in the city and you share a smoke break with a mysterious masked man

Warning: smoking, cursing, mental hospital

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

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You are one of the most successful psychologists in the United States. You have helped heal people all over the world. You mainly focus on the people who are more disturbed in the mind. You have been itching to settle down so when you got an invite to work at the renounced Gotham asylum you were over joyed. It was quite obvious they needed more hands since they have been having issues keeping inmates actually in their cells. You knew that this might be a stressful job but you’ve been through worse. Plus you had friends in the city who you could rely on.

On your first day you were immediately thrown into action, seeing the very ill people that filled the hospital. You obviously were not gonna make it through all the new patients on your list but you tried your best. You made introductions with many well know names such as; Pamela Isley, Harvey Dent, Oswald cobble-pot and a few others. One name caught you by surprise, Harleen Quinzel, you had met of her before. You shadowed her when you first got into the business. She was kind to you when others weren’t and seeing her like this now was going to be hard. You put her visit to the end of the day to take some time to prepare.

You had just got out of a session with “the scarecrow” and it had shaken you up. You decide that it was time for a break and some fresh air. You made your way to find a quiet spot to rest. When you pushed open the doors to the back of the building there was no one to be seen. This made you feel alittle better. Smoking was a bad habit that you couldn’t shake but had cut down on. You only feel the urge when you get stress which seems to be happening more and more often. You pat your pockets but they’re empty. A soft panic set in, not that forgetting your pack is life or death but is still a disappointment.

“Are you fucking kidding me” you mutter under your breath. You lean against a wall and close your eyes trying to relax a little before getting back to work. You hear heavy footsteps land right infront of you. The suddenness of the sound surprises you and you jump. When you look up to see who had dropped down you see a very tall and big man. He has dark hair with an unusual white streak in the front and gray-blue eyes that are covered by a thin black mask. You just kinda look at him confused on why he’s there and he just looks at you as if you’re the one who came out of nowhere.

“Um hi, can I help you” you say with a confused attitude.

He looks a bit taken back but opens his mouth to reply “what are you doing here”

“I should be asking you the same question, you’re the big masked man who just came up out of no where” you say now annoyed

“Oh uh sorry, I guess. Usually there’s no one over here” he replies a little embarrassed scratching the back of his head.

“Well I wouldn’t know, it’s my first day” you feel weirdly okay with just giving this stranger unneeded information.

“Oh well, wanna smoke” he says offering me a cigarette, I happily take it. Which in reality is a dumb idea.

“Thank you” you mutter unsure of what to do.

“I haven’t got a light” he pats his pockets. You reach into your lab coat and pull out a lighter. You put your cigarette into your mouth and he does the same. You lean up on your toes to meet the tips together and light them. When you step away and look at the tall man he looks very flustered and you realize that may have been a weird thing to do, getting so close to him without even knowing his name. “So you’re a doctor here” he says breaking the awkwardness.

“Yeah I am, and you’re one of Batman’s boys?” you question unsure since you’re use to super hero’s with a bit more red and blue.

He looks a little surprised and you start to worry you said something wrong. “I guess you could call me that” he says with a kind laugh. You smile at his laugh it makes you feel warm. “You don’t seem like you’re from Gotham” he states like a question.

“Oh um no I’m not, I just moved here last week” you say not wanting to give your whole life story. His phone rings and he reluctantly steps away wanting to finish your conversation. He looks annoyed at whoever’s on the other end and rolls his eyes before hanging up. He puts out his smoke and looks at you.

“see you around, doc” he smiles and then disappears. His smile stays with you, it was warm and genuine. You had no idea who he is but you want to see him again, he made you feel so relaxed. You sigh and put out your cigarette. You have to go finish your shift, you emotionally prepare yourself for your next consult, which you’ve been dreading all day, and walk back into the building.

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[damianbugs]

saki i'm sorry i don't know much about DC comics, but i have been confused about something recently when seeing fan comics — are Bruce and Two-Face (Harvey?) still friends post-whatever happened to him? I think they were friends before, maybe, but some fanon has been suggesting to me they might still be, so I was wondering about that. Opinions on him, too, maybe? I know fuck all about him but he's so quirky

i wouldn't say they're... still friends exactly. let's do some background real quick.

i think the really sweet and close friendship bruce wayne and harvey dent had prior to his acid attack, that inspires a lot of fancontent — is from Batman: The Animated Show. in this iteration of their history, they're close friends who obviously mean a lot to each other, which is why the guilt batman feels for two-face is only more painful.

(of course in much earlier comics and harvey's original introduction (detective comics #66) bruce and harvey are friends too. though, it's not often referenced as his origin much anymore.)

in the comics however, the friendship starts and unfortunately ends with batman. batman, (captain) jim gordon, (DA) harvey all work together to try and solve the case in Batman: The Long Halloween.

they grow close and personally, i think bruce was really starting to form a close bond and trust with harvey throughout their partnership. this really shines through when after harvey becomes two-face (which is a long and sad story), bruce still has somewhat of a belief that harvey can still be good.

though, we know now that two-face ends up having a permanent spot in gothams rouge gallery, but i suppose it's because of this history of trust that batman continues to encourage harvey to turn his life around (a sentiment he has with a lot of his rouges, but something that is especially prominent in his relationship with two-face).

as for what their origins are in the new 52? i have no idea! moving on.

for what their relationship is like currently;

the most recent interactions i think they've had is in ram v's current Detective Comics run (which is FANTASTIC) and out of all the harvey and bruce comics i have read, it is probably my favourite. they're not even the main focused relationship, but it is such an important one for the theme of this arc.

in this run harvey is at war with himself, struggling between being 'good' and being 'bad' — but also struggling to simply have a choice at doing either. bruce is also facing a similar turmoil. so we see this really wonderful parallel in the midst of a battle where harvey is debating whether or not he wants to save bruce or leave him to die, and bruce is battling whether he wants to give in or keep going.

two-face does end up saving bruce. this is something very important to both of their characters.

it shows bruce that the man he befriended is not lost and it gives harvey a sense of autonomy that he's been stripped of for a long time. it's a short but very moving subplot about hope.

that being said, harvey isn't doing this because he wants to be friends with bruce again. or well, two-face isn't. it's complicated.

i don't think i could do the writing justice (there is also like, an insane overarching plot going on). once he drags bruces half dead body to safety, he threatens him, leaves bruce there and is currently, on the run.

so friends? not really. enemies? also not exactly. really tragic story about missing someone you once knew, wondering if you ever really knew them in the first place? ABSOLUTELY.

there is also some insanely obvious queercoding taking place in their story, but i focused on their friendship side of things.

it's one of bruce's more complicated rouge relationships, and probably the best one thematically. harvey is such an interesting character and if dc wouldn't use the same green headed dumbass as the villain in all their batman stories, two-face would definitely be the most compelling rouge for bruce.

i don't know if this actually made any sense, and also apologies for taking so long to answer this! here is probably one of the best detective comics covers ever made as an apology (it is bruce standing in the middle of a split two-face carved golden door with a batman shadow in the back. this shit is marvelous).

[batmanfruitloops]

Been a while since I did a long text post, so let's discuss Harvey some more!

Harvey was always a polite and energetic boy growing up. He had a lucky silver dollar he kept to flip "heads or tails" for little decisions, like stepping over or onto cracks in the cement, or silly little bets with Gilda or Bruce, who he met at a young age through school and the three became fast friends.

His father was an angry and abusive man, oppressing his power over Harvey and his wife, enforcing a skewed set of rules. This instills Harvey with a strong sense of fair judgment and wanting to right wrongs, even at such a young age. When Harvey was 6, his parents got into a fatal car crash and died, and from this point on the Wayne's did everything they could to help Harvey, now guardians to him.

This incident was hard at first since Harvey felt conflicted about whether or not to be happy that his parents were gone, and he could become angry and aggressive when upset, similar to his father, although Harvey had plenty of support to help him calm down and cope better with stress.

When Bruce's parents were murdered, Harvey comforted him as best he could, mourning his loss and trying to help Bruce continue to take care of himself and talk about how he feels.

Bruce is still fine for the most part after that, if not more distant in word, but good with spending time with Harvey and Gilda.

Over time, Gilda and Harvey spend more time together, as they click better. Bruce participated when offered, but as he was also fine being alone, the two began to see each other more often without Bruce there.

This is how things stay until Bruce leaves at age 18, Harvey having no idea. One day, he tried to call Bruce, then the manor only to find out from Alfred that Bruce had left a couple weeks ago. This cuts Harvey deeply. Had Bruce really not intended to let his best friend know that he was leaving, especially if it was going to be a long trip?

Alfred offered to give Harvey Bruce's current contact information, but Harvey declined, not wanting to bother Bruce and fearing what he might hear if he did call.

At age 22, Harvey and Gilda finally decided to get married. They'd been dating for a few years, and even before then, it was like they were joined at the hip. They're very good at communicating with one another, and as touch is one of their main ways of showing love, that makes it all the easier to express care for one another.

Harvey was quite distraught about Bruce not being in attendance, but again, he didn't feel like he could bother Bruce on his trip. Although had he attended, he would have been Harvey's best man.

After his marriage, Harvey would also get his job as an attourney, something he'd have had as a dream job for years. Over the next 6 years, Harvey earns his way to district attorney, and the hearts of many Gothamites, given he's an easy person to root for; charming, well-spoken, kind, and takes everything and everyone into account.

When Bruce returns, the news is sudden, with him showing up at the Dent's house with no prior notice. Harvey would be happy to see him, if not confused by the odd situation. He'd be happy to catch up, but he's quickly disappointed when Bruce asks more about how Gotham has been since he left, instead of how Harvey and Gilda have been. He doesn't even bring up the bizarre nature of his trip starting and ending so abruptly. He seems perfectly content, as if nothing happened. Bruce is also more physically distant, not trying to hug Harvey or anything while he's over.

Harvey has a hard time bringing up everything that Bruce is doing to hurt his feelings, so he decides to change the subject. He'd be considering running for mayor at the next election, and he'd like Bruce's support. He, of course, says yes and they discuss in detail plans for Harvey's campaign.

Changing Gotham to a better city is a goal that they share, and so fixing things like the Mob run corruption is a main concern, along with the justice system. Most of the police force works with the mob, and one of the few options besides prison to send those mentally unwell is Arkham, which uses outdated treatments and doesn't help anything. So making a proper replacement is another goal that they start working on.

As I hinted at in an answer post, Harvey is a threat to Hill and Falcone, so they plan to take him out of the picture. While not the first rogue to enter the crime scene, Harvey will be the first to appear in some of the comics.

- Sarsee

[profoundbondfanfic]

Would u consider reccing Jensen’s other characters with Cas fics ? - Thank u

Unfortunately there aren't a lot of fics between Dean or Cas with Jensen or Misha's other characters. But here's one with Jensen's Soldier Boy that we've liked:

one little Soldier Boy, left all alone by Castielslostwings [Explicit, 56k words]

Known to the world as the all-American superhero called "Soldier Boy", Dean was raised by Vought International to be exactly that and nothing more. His life is all fame, fortune, and fucking. Objectively awesome, right up until the moment when he's accosted in an elevator by someone claiming to be his brother, a man who insists that Dean's entire life has been built on a lie, and what happens next changes everything. As if unraveling his true identity while on the run from his former employers—and the closest thing he's ever had to family—isn't enough, Dean's brainwashed best friend (who he is definitely not in love with, thanks) is hot on his trails with marching orders to take him out for good. What's a devilishly handsome superhero with a dick the size of his forearm to do?

And a few from Misha's shows:

Bridgewaternatural by you-cant-spell-subtext-without [Teen, 3k words]

Dean is a mess. Professor Bradshaw is not amused by it.

I See the Shadows Of Your Face (and yet it's still not you) by stratiotis [Mature, 59k words]

It’s been four months since Cas died, Jack left, and the world was safe. Dean and Sam pick up on local disappearances in the Bridgewater Triangle in Massachusetts and the upsurge of new activity after Thomas Bradshaw’s badge was found despite his disappearance back in 1980. They make their way to Massachusetts for what Dean and Sam think will be a routine monster hunt. But things take a turn when they meet Thomas Bradshaw’s son, who is also hell bent on figuring out what happened to his vanished father and looks exactly like someone they've lost.

Losing Time by FriendofCarlotta [Mature, 7k words]

Harvey Dent is struggling with memory gaps. There are places he can’t remember going, and calls he can’t remember making. One night, a man calling himself Dean Winchester pays him a visit. Dean claims to have an explanation for Harvey’s missing memories — a strange tale of angelic possession, alternate universes and life after death. Worse, Dean’s face is as familiar to Harvey as his own. It’s the face of a friend he believed was dead and gone: Bruce Wayne.

The Angels of Freetown by FriendofCarlotta [Explicit, 50k words]

Freetown is the sort of place where hardly anything ever happens — a picturesque, close-knit town in the foothills of the Appalachians. Professor Castiel Novak loves his job at the local university’s history department, and he loves his husband, Chief of Police Dean Winchester. Then, one night in September, all the leaves around town drop and an eerie fog descends. Before long, people begin to disappear. When Dean becomes the latest resident of Freetown to vanish, Castiel and an unlikely band of allies set out to bring him back and free the town from the things that roam the fog.

[sapphic-agent]

A thing I would have liked to see explored from MHA is villains that are like a Mr. Freeze type of villain. I know we do technically get that with Gentle Criminal, but I think we should have more than just him. Still one of my faves, though! As a previous example, Mr. Freeze had a hard life growing up. He froze bugs, and because of this, got sent to a boarding school. He had no friends and I would assume got bullied, until he met Nora. Nora and Victor (Mr. Freeze's real name) got along super well, until Nora fell sick. Wanting to help people and his wife, he developed a major breakthrough in cryogenics, until the rich bastard came in and literally ruined his life. He's doing this to cure his wife, because he loves and cherishes her. He searches ENDLESSLY to help his wife. Batman can see the horror and tragedy of the situation. And during Batman The Animated Series, when Bats says "Nora wouldn't have wanted this." he woefully looks at her in her ice tank, with a somber expression. Hell, even during that episode, Victor didn't even break out. Half of the main villains wanted to become heroes and failed at doing so. While the others somewhat had sobs? (I mean, Toga didn't. Her incident happened when she was 14-years-old.) I.e. where the villain has every reason on what they're doing, upset at the ones who wronged them, and they KNOW what they are doing is bad, but what other choice do they have? It's why I LOVED Gentle Criminal so much, because those are my fave type of villain. Ngl, I was STOKED to see Gentle Criminal helping out the heroes because my main man deserve it. I just kind of wished this dynamic was explored more, because there are a lot of villains like that?? And we kind of only get a few like Gentle Criminal, Mr. Smiley, and I think you could even argue Twice, if you really wanted to. It could also help develop Izuku even more to show that not everything is just black and white, and there is gray in there. It kind of bugged me we wither get super mass murders or just literally the worst people ever, and barely any of that gray in between who knows, deep down what they're doing isn't the best, but have no other choice, but to do it. You could argue SOME of the league was like this, but not entirely. Some of them DO have morals but nothing really akin to like... Mr. Freeze, Harvey Dent/Two-Face, etc. ....I think I'm off to make an OC like that now.

Batman villains are top tier. Hori could definitely benefit by making more complex, morally gray characters. Unfortunately, most things are black and white with MHA

[navree]

Wait what happened to Bruce wayne

In...In general or?

Listen, a lot has happened to Bruce Wayne, this is a character that's been around since the 30s and has Peter Parker levels of "writers will not allow you to be happy for longer than two minutes" syndrome so he has suffered more than Jesus by now, but I'm assuming this is in response to this post about Bruce and his bad track record of movie theaters.

So, for the only person I have ever met who does not know this story (no shade anon, this is like finding someone who doesn't know about Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader, I feel like Howard Carter discovering King Tut's tomb, I love it), when Bruce Wayne was eight years old, he went one night with his parents Thomas and Martha to go to a movie, at a movie theater in their home city of Gotham, which is like what conservatives think San Francisco is in terms of crime and quality of living (I'm of the belief personally that more projects should actually use SanFran as a filming location for Gotham but that's a rant for another time). After the movie, while leaving to go home, they take a shortcut through an alley in a rough part of the city known as Park Row (soon to be colloquially renamed as Crime Alley), where they are confronted by a mugger who wants Thomas's wallet and Martha's pearl necklace. In the chaos, the mugger ends up shooting Thomas and Martha dead and fleeing into the night, leaving little eight year old Bruce Wayne standing alone in an alley with the corpses of the parents he just witnessed get full murdered right in front of him. In most iterations of the story, the killer is never caught and the justice system in Gotham is so laughably awful that this moment is what drives Bruce to become the Batman in order to deal with the crime that the police really are not equipped to handle and make sure no one ever has go through what he went through that night ever again. It's a formative event in his origin and left him with a host of psychological issues that make him impossible to handle, and I imagine also that a healthy wariness of movie theaters is probably one of them, cuz trauma is whack like that.

(you know, this story gets retold often enough that the punch has kinda left it at this point but that is a very horrifying thing to happen to a small child, Bruce's ten million issues in his head make a lot of sense if you try to imagine something like this happening to a real kid)

Other things that have happened to Bruce Wayne, because a lot has happened to Bruce Wayne (this is not a comprehensive list I'm very sure I'm missing four dozen other traumas):

His Batman training was very intense and included some stuff that definitely wasn't good for the psyche

It's implied in a comic (I don't know if they've ever done anything with this since) that he might have been molested as a child by a teacher??? DC between this and Dick and Jason and Barbara we really need to discuss your habit of having the adult members of the Batfamily be victims of assault, it's weird at this point

He's never had a relationship that's ended well, and he's been in a lot of relationships. Best case scenario, they leave him. Worst case scenario, they die. Because everyone in this man's life dies

Case in point he had a girlfriend who I think got her throat slit in front of him and I don't know if we've heard from her since so she might have been full on murdered in front of him too

His close friend and civilian partner in crime fighting, Harvey Dent, was attacked and disfigured and the trauma of that and other elements of his life turned him into a supervillain who keeps trying to kill Bruce now and no matter how many times Bruce tries to help him the cyclical status quo nature of comics means he never gets better and these two are dancing a miserable dance of pain and lost friendship

He and his first son spent years on the outs and full on not on speaking terms

His pregnant long term partner faked a miscarriage of that baby and then immediately left him in order to raise the baby herself and not tell him for ten years (I don't know how canon this is anymore but it is a story that happened)

His second son was tortured and murdered at age fifteen by his greatest nemesis via extended and brutal beating with a crowbar and subsequently being blown up as a direct result of Bruce's actions (I know Jason doesn't blame Bruce and what happened wasn't his fault but there is a line of culpability that can be drawn)

Bruce found said second son's body in the wreckage after having arrived seconds too late to save him and the entire event fucked him up so badly that he was actively suicidal and dangerously close to killing people for months

That second son came back to life and made it clear that he doesn't hate Bruce for the things Bruce hates himself for, but in fact hates him for not doing the one thing that Bruce cannot do (killing the man who murdered him). It's very tragic, we all cry about it

His greatest nemesis also attacked his friend, the police commissioner, and his son's girlfriend, the police commissioner's daughter, as part of their cat and mouse game

He thought that his closest maternal figure since the death of his mother full on let a child under his care die of her injuries from being tortured in order to teach him a lesson

He was presumed dead while actually being trapped in the time stream for a really long time and nobody knew about it

He got left at the altar by his fiancée

His fourth and youngest son was killed (for five minutes but it happened) by being stabbed in the chest at the age of, like, twelve

His best friend died on live television which, combined with the ongoing trauma of his second son's murder, sent him into a slow motion psychological breakdown

After being kept awake for, like, three days straight in order to fight every supervillain ever (including a guy who makes him hallucinate his greatest fears) he is beaten to a pulp in his own home by a man on steroids and has his back literally broke in half like a Pringle

His greatest nemesis planned a massive attack on his entire family (which includes at least two people who have been very intimately personally scarred by this guy and what he did to them) in order to physically torture them and psychologically break them, which they all believed is Bruce's fault because he kept a secret from them and it broke their trust in him for a long time

His first son also got shot right in the fucking head, which resulted in him losing all his memories and rejecting the family for like two years (Ric Grayson my nemesis)

His longtime father figure and the man who raised him and loved him following the traumatic murders of his parents was killed and is currently dead

A longtime childhood friend of his secretly hated him the entire time and also attempted to psychologically torment him for days in a convoluted supervillain plan that fucked up another of his relationships and also increased his paranoia

A group of his superhero allies, including people he's known for nearly all his life and people he considers genuine trusted friends, decided via popular vote to forcibly wipe his memories in spite of his protestations (the mindrape also made his paranoia worse, and he's very paranoid)

Really he's paranoid, has OCD, severe control issues, horrible PTSD from a myriad of other things, a tragic inability to communicate, and this routinely strains his relationships with the people he loves, including and most especially his children who have all full on hated him at one point in their lives in spite of how much he loves them

A secret cabal of evil rich people who control Gotham are obsessed with him and trapped him in a labyrinth to drive him insane and also might have either killed his brother in utero or are being run by his brother who is secretly alive (this is up for debate) Thing is this entire story is kinda stupid and has a lot of problematic implications and only has one good moment, which is the ending of Red Hood and the Outlaws #9 so shrug dot emoji but it is part of the canon

Really a lot of his supervillains are obsessed with him and kinda wanna fuck him, which isn't good for anyone's mental health

He's been to Hell a few times

I think he's currently trapped in a nightmare realm as of the writing of this post, or dealing with a nightmare realm, I haven't had the opportunity to read DC Knight Terrors yet but I believe that's what's happening

He's been to multiple different universes and in them he's either a complete monster or the murders of his parents (and possibly his second son) are a fixed point in nearly all of these universes, which just has to suck to know

Worst of all, he's been around for nearly one hundred years and has spent most of those hundred years having his character misinterpreted in almost every way it possibly can by people who don't know a thing about him, Bruce honey I'm so sorry

You know, what hasn't happened to Bruce Wayne at this point.

[coinofsilver]

‘ i forget sometimes how parents aren’t always good for their kids. ’

harvey glanced down at his glass . the whiskey was almost gone . two ice cubes clinked against each other , floating half-heartedly on what was left of his drink . all of these conversations ㅤ( those riddled with earnestness and other dangerous traps ) ㅤcould not happen without the aid of alcohol it seemed . dent glanced at the young man before him but he couldn't bring himself to look him in the eye when he spoke next . ㅤㅤ" i used to wish for my father to disappear . nine birthdays in a row , i blew those candles out and didn't ask for toys or games , nothing . leaving him was the best choice we ever made , my mom and i . " ㅤthe district attorney said , focusing on the two lonely ice cubes .

his voice had become hoarse throughout the day ㅤ--- ㅤdent couldn't help but notice that he now sounded similar to the voice in his head ; the one which would pitch in whenever harvey was lost in deep thought . a husky and gravelly voice which echoed in the depths of his cranium . it would always mock and bully and threaten but never heal . harvey could imagine the precise words it would say right now : 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙳 , 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳 , 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈 ! 𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙲𝙴'𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 ? 𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴 , 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅 . 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙻' 𝙿𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾��𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙿𝚄𝚃𝚂 𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙱𝙰𝙶 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 .

ㅤㅤharvey cleared his throat and pulled his coin out of his pocket . looking at it made the world feel quieter . ㅤ" you deserved a choice , bruce . " ㅤdent finally said , now looking wayne straight in the eye . ㅤ" being robbed of that the way you were ... it's the ugliest thing in the world . "

the district attorney sounded like he meant it . he had never had much sympathy for his father ㅤ--- ㅤbut harvey remembered the anguish that the mere thought of losing his mother had caused him as a child . to have to actually experience that , to never know who to blame for your pain , to have your trauma be of public knowledge ... dent exhaled through his nose . HE COULDN'T IMAGINE what that must have done to bruce . harvey placed his drink on the table . with his silver dollar in hand , he no longer felt the need for liquid courage .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" still , all things considered , i think we turned out fine . " harvey arched an eyebrow at his friend , eyeing him from head to toe . ㅤ" ㅤ---ㅤ more or less . " ㅤhe smiled . lightening the mood was always good . specially if it'd put an end to more vulnerable topics .

[aliypop]

Why Do You Love Me

Word Count: 2.2625

Warning: language

Writers Note: I haven't abandoned my Peaky Fic Idea's but I've been back on my Batman binge, so please enjoy this fic. I do not own the gif, also yes I mixed a bit of BaleBat Brucie to create Batflecks Brucie I like them both equally... and yes in my head Harvey Dent Is played by Oscar Issac

Pairing: OC x Canon

Genre: Romance

Plot: Bruce Wayne has been gone for 7 sluty sluty years, but it isn't until he makes an appearance back in Gotham does he realize that the best thing he's got going for him is his best friend and confidant.

Taglist:

@herosneednotapply

@runnning-outof-timeing-outof-time

@brucieboy297

GCPD

"Mind if I ask a dumb question..." 

"Better than anyone I know," filing her nails as she looked at the Guatemalan American man before her. He had crinkles near his brown eyes from long nights at the firm and a two-faced smile, "What's it between you and Wayne..." Yazela rolled her eyes, sitting in her office on one of the coldest days in Gotham, 

"I haven't seen him in seven years, so there's nothing to say on that topic,"

"We haven't seen you in seven years either, princess..."

"It's Her Grace the quee-"

"Aha, I knew it was you! The alien princess," he laughed as she rolled her eyes, "For the youngest DA, you're so immature, Harvey," she playfully pushed him, "And shut it, will you? Gordon doesn't know he thinks I'm some charity case." she whispered, 

"Living in Wayne Manor." Harvey laughed as his dark locks moved with every chuckle, 

"It's better than the streets of Gotham City, New Jers-"

"Detective Adathia, the phones for you," Gordon said, peaking into her office, 

"Dent..."

"Gordon..."

"Tell them I'll call later," she said, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Calls from Wayne Manor. A Man name Pennyworth says it's urgent..." standing from her office chair Yazela nearly raced to the phone. She'd hoped everything was okay at home. After all, she'd only been back in Gotham for about a month, and aside from work, she'd been helping Alfred with household chores since when you have powers, it makes dusting a breeze. 

"Alfred, are you alright, are your hurt? Did something happen,"

" Jumping to the worst conclusions, first are we, Ms. Adathia..." the older man said. She could hear the grin on his lips,

"It's as if nothing changed...." a voice in the background said, the hairs on her neck raised, "Alfred, who's in the house with you..." pushing the long forgotten fussy feeling aside to only worry, "Why don't you come home and find out for yourself." now she was scared, for all she knew he could be held captive and the call was a setup, "Gordon I'm taking the rest of the day off."

"I didn't dismiss you yet, detective,"

"It's an emergency..." Jim gave her a nod as she continued to walk out the door, "Be safe, your majesty..." Gordon mumbled under his breath as the Honey and Umber-skinned woman glanced back at him,

 "Nothing gets by me,"

Wayne Manor

If it was one thing Yazela loved most about driving home was the landscape of Bristol Township, it always felt like home because it reminded her of her own home. The clear blue skies and the beautiful white marshmallow clouds were beyond different from the gloomy smog smoke clouds known as Gotham. Here she could breathe fresh air, but in the city, you were lucky if you inhaled cigarette smoke. As she drove, Yazela saw the sign reading " Welcome to Crest Hill community." where every inch of land was topped with mansions almost as big as her palace on her home planet, 

Parking her Porsche in front of the mansion, she placed her keys in her pocket and walked up the steps to the front door and inside the place she had called. 

"Alfred, I'm-"

"Yazela..."

"Bruce?" was all he could hear, arms opened wide as the slightly shorter woman ran into them, 

"You're still short, huh, martian..." holding her tight, afraid that if he'd let go, she'd crumble away like his parents, "And you need a shave." Yazela laughed, touching his face, "Thought women liked beards..."

"When they're neat and clean." she scoffed, "And stop calling me Martian," she growled, releasing her from the hug he laughed, looming over her,

 "Make me..." with a swish of her wrist, she pulled the rug from under him, causing him to fall, 

"Alfre, A little help here..."

"Yazela, mind helping me with supper."

"I would be honored," the two walking past Bruce, rolling his brown and blue-ringed eyes at her,

"So you two have been here all these 7 years..." Bruce asked, sitting on the countertop, being he had been band from the kitchen since the big grease fire he caused at 16 years old, "I just returned last month from Pafrania, but it's mostly been Alfred keeping everything in order," Yazela shrugged her shoulders, "Mmm... careful with the lobster," her focus on prepping the dish, she didn't no not didn't she couldn't look at Bruce, not when he was glancing down at her with those ever so soft eyes of his and that cute no stupid smug look on his face, that she wanted to kiss right off him, 

Kiss did she think about kissing her best friend. Clearly, her brain was lagging from a lack of sleep and endless cases. Kissing Bruce Wayne, the man before her whose hair looked like a mangy dog that only a little girl could love to tell her mother to keep it. No, she was going mad, a bit daffy even. 

"Shit..." she mumbled under her breath,

"Are you okay..." Bruce inspected her finger, looking at the cause for her cursing.

"It's just a small alaveck..."

" A what?" Bruce looked at her with furrowed brows,

"It's like a small slip in the skin, and it bleeds and-"

"A cut," his tone of voice a bit dead-panned as he held back his laughter, "Yeah, a cut." Yazela pulled her finger away from him, 

"I'll go find a band-aid." 

"How about you just get out of the kitchen..." she shooed him off, embarrassed about how close the two were, meanwhile watching from the shadows was Alfred, Alfred wouldn't outright say that Bruce and or Yazela needed to make a move towards their feelings but nine years of this duo beating around the bush can tire an old butler like himself out.

"So, where were you for all those years," Yazela asked, poking at her Mulligatawny soup, Bruce's favorite aside from Lobster Thermador and French Onion, 

"Studying all that I could, what about you. You were gone too." 

"Coronated," she smiled, "My mother asked about you." 

"She knows I exist?" eating his soup,

 "Through letters throughout the years, but yes, she knows you exist," she finally started to eat, a thing Alfred hadn't seen her do in weeks, "Anyways, your birthday is coming up, and I know we go all out, but this year, I was thinking maybe we-" Bruce began to yawn,

 "Maybe we..." another yawn, "We could..." she sighed, her fingers pinching her nose aggravated by Bruce, sure things had changed about Bruce. But he was still the Bruce she remembered, 

"Fine, guess you won't know what I'm getting you for your big day." shoving a spoonful of soup from his bowl into her mouth,

 "You have your own, and tell me," 

"You'll just yawn again." she teased, "And besides, I need to rest. I'm close to putting some clown guy where he belongs..." 

"You still work with Gordon?"

"Yes, is that a problem, Wayne?"

"I just think he likes you, Adathia," his face emotionless, trying to shove the jealous feelings taking over at the thought of someone liking his Yazela, 

"And I think it's time for me to sleep,"

"I think I'll join you," Yazela's cheeks flushed pink,

"Did I say something wrong,"

"No, no, no, you didn't... " 

"Perhaps you two could share a bed like old times. It helps me lots with the cleaning," Alfred suggested, 

"We were teenagers then,"

"And you two act like teenagers now," pointing to the empty dishes they left on the table, "I may be a butler, but that doesn't mean you can leave dirty dishes on the table." his glare like a stern father, the two both groaned and grumbled as Alfred had a smirk on his face, "And just for that you are going to share a room and wash those dishes," 

"But Alfred!"

"No buts,"

It was 10:47pm, and the two had finished washing dishes and putting them away. Now they were in Bruce's old bedroom, not that it was anything to sneeze about, though it had been so long since she'd been inside his room when he first left, she couldn't bring herself to go inside missing her best friend and not seeing him there felt wrong and heartbreaking, 

"You really don't have to do this,"

"Your bed is better than mine," throwing her blouse over the dressing divider, Bruce caught it, folded it, and placed it on a chair. 

"I see... Alfred could've moved you to the master bedroom," 

"That's your parents' room, technically your room... I couldn't take that from you," stepping out from behind the divider dressed in a midnight blue silk nightgown, the moon shining on her like a spotlight, and Bruce was nearly speechless. If the lights were on, he'd have been as red as a boiled crab, 

"You can have it, really..."

"Right, well, I'm going to sleep." she got under the covers, Bruce joining her, "You want a pillow between-" Yazela began to snore, 

"us." 

Gotham City - 1 Month Later

"Aye Zel, you seein this shit?" one of her co-workers asked, "What happened this time..." her dark hair in a bun, the two ran around towards the crime scene, "Some Gotham Wacko's going around using circus parlor tricks leaving around Joker car-" a clown head shaped bomb rolled it's way towards the two detectives, 

"You tell Gordon to call for backup now..."

"What are you going to do,"

"Get rid of that bastard clown..." running into the alleyway, Yazela held her breath, staying clear of the gas-like substance surrounding her,

 "Hey, gorg-" a pair of hands were on her waist as she elbowed the goon in the ribs, a clown mask hiding his identity. As he groaned in pain, a few more came circling around her, some with weapons, others with their fist locked and loaded. Pulling one by his hair, Yazela swung him into two of his friends, another she roundhouse kicked, and one she punched in the nose, but what she hadn't noticed was the goon behind her approaching her with a gun in hand, swooping down from the buildings was the caped crusader disarming the gunman and sending him back screaming he ran to Yazela, 

"I didn't need your help..." 

"He could've shot you..." his voice rasped out, thinking what would have happened had she gotten hurt, 

"But he didn't."

"I don't want to see you hurt,"

"And I don't want to see you arrested, Bruce," she said loud enough for only him to hear.

 "Adathia..."

"How'd you..."

"Just go!" 

"Adathia, you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Take these assholes in custody. I'll meet you back at GCPD, Gordon," she looked into the sky, seeing Bruce whiz by on a grappling hook through the stars. There was a slight love-sick look on her face, one she couldn't shake off and one she wished she could, "You like Mysterious men, eh..."

"Shut up, Bullock." 

Pushing past him, Yazela snarled at him, 

Wayne Manor

"How would she know it's me..." Bruce asked Alfred, who was patching him up,

 "Has it occurred to you, you both practically grew up together,"

" Funny Alfred,"

"I'm not being humorous, I assure you." The Joker hadn't done much damage to Bruce, but enough for him to hide his bruises before his birthday party, Alfred had invited everyone he once knew, from his Gotham Academy days to his days in Yale, he knew Bruce wouldn't like it, but he needed to socialize with people who weren't just Jim Gordon, Harvey Dent, Luke Fox, and or Yazela,

 "Besides, she wakes up next to you every morning, unlike those models you've been caught with..."

"That's different," cleaning up the cuts as Alfred helped him get dressed. 

"How so..."

"Well, she's a friend,"

"But Ms. Vale isn't..." 

"Alfred, I don't have time for this." walking off as he fixed his hair, his iconic part. The room foyer was filled with faces that he once knew. They now felt like strangers in a sea of the trauma he'd never forget. Sure, there were endless presents and food, but there was only one person he wished was there, 

"Shit... shit ... shit fucking turn green already!" Yazela shouted, driving in her sapphire blue gown. She didn't want to be late. After all, she had gotten Bruce something he'd never forget. Turning in hot, she had finally arrived at the manor,

"So Bruce... seeing anyone..." a woman asked, drinking champagne. His glance was towards the door, distracted and not interested by their small talk tonight. Here he was, a glass of ginger ale in hand, smiling, nodding, and flirting senselessly, 

"Looking for someone?" Luke pointed towards the door,

"Sorry I'm late, Bruce..." Yazela glanced at him in his suit, her brain completely foggy from the site. She'd seen him clean up dozens of times, but. For some reason, this time was different. Maybe it was because of the bowtie, or how he was pretending to drink champagne or-

The prettiest girl in the room has officially made it." he winked at her, taking her by the arm. He felt honored to have her by his side, even if he could never find the words to say, "Should I introduce you as a Queen." 

"It's your party, Bruce, introduce me however you'd like." Yazela leaned in to fix his tie, his heart beat so loud a Kryptonian could hear it, "Your bow was crooked," 

"Have you met Her Grace Yazela Adathia," a few of his guests bowed to her, "Oh, please don't bow. I'm simply Bruce's friend," she giggled, 

"Oh... he hadn't told me about you... such a lovely friend adorned in so many diamonds," the young woman said, "I'm Marsha, by the way, darling," kissing her hand as Bruce looked at her, both suspicious of her, "Nice to meet you..." as the night went on and Bruce introduced her back into society, Yazela was standing next to his cake, watching from afar as a cluster of women gathered around him, she wasn't jealous, or furious, she was worried seeing how uncomfortable he really was around the group of women, as much as he was good as acting as a playboy he only had room for once woman in his life and that was,

"Brucie Bear, there you are," Yazela grabbed him by the hand,

"Brucie Bear?" 

"Yes, that's what I call my... fiance who hasn't opened his present from me yet."

"My fiance?" nudging him right where he had a bruised rib, "Yes, my fiance, my little martian." he leaned in, 

"You owe me, Yazela,"

"Kiss me..." 

"What?"

"Everyones looking, so kis-" Bruce pecked her on the lips quickly, the woman around him pouting and walking away, "Now go open your present, Brucie Bear." she teased. Yet again, "Fine... " following behind him, Yazela handed him the box watching him carefully tear into it. She couldn't help but smile at his face when he unraveled a box of special edition Gray Ghost merchandise signed, by the man himself, 

" You love me or something," Bruce asked, pulling her close to him, her heart pounding at the question.

"Of course, you brown-haired, brownish-blue-eyed, bat-dressing idiot." she pulled him close by his bowtie, 

"Good cause I think I love you too." dipping her for a kiss, the room got quiet as Alfred softly cheered amongst himself, 

"You owe me a date, Wayne," 

"Will a Gray Ghost Marathon work?" 

"You get the pillows, I'll get the blankets," watching Bruce run off, there was a hand on Yazela's shoulders twisting the arm back. She then looked at who it was.

"HARVEY?"

"I knew there something between you two... soon ontop of-" twisting his arm again "OUCH OUCH OKAY!" 

[atiyasnake]

Things were calm in the Waffle House.

Usually.

Everyone knew that if they went to the Waffle House underneath the light post that somehow always worked, even in a blackout, they'd get some peace and quiet. 

The cook, a young man with black hair and cold eyes with the name tag ‘Danny’, was the one responsible for it. If you went and he wasn't the one behind the counter cooking, quiet couldn’t be promised to you. That along with perfect waffles. Danny made perfect waffles. 

There were a few theories as to why that was. 

No one knew Danny or when exactly he showed up. But suddenly in a city like Gotham, one peculiar Waffle House stayed lit up and open despite the regular business practices that would have shut the place down when there was a warning of a gas attack, Arkham breakout, rioting, and just typical evening activities of Gotham. 

Throughout it all, those two words surrounded by yellow stayed as a bright beacon. Drawing exhausted and hungry citizens to it like a moth to a flame. 

Danny cooked for them all. Soon enough a warm plate of food and a cup of coffee was placed in front of them and they could enjoy it while listening to the sound of him puttering around behind the counter. They could let a small bit of tension leave their shoulders even as they saw Batman outside fighting with who looked like Two-Face. 

It was interesting to see the quick movements and jabs outside while eating an omelet and a toast inside.

Two-Face and Batman were an interesting bunch. Two-Face or Harvey Dent had been what Gothamites considered relatively ‘decent’ before shit happened, as it usually did. Dent had supposedly helped out the Bat a few times too over the years and Dent was best friends with Gothams' very own Bruce Wayne, some say even more.

It seemed there were ups and downs to the Bat and Two-Face. 

According to Gotham’s standards, the fight outside that was getting closer really only told them that this was an ‘up moment’.

A shove sent the two heading towards the entrance of the restaurant. 

The bell rang as Danny opened the door just in time to let them in. He didn’t falter at the sudden presence or even tilt back when his hand came into contact with the two men, stopping them in their tracks. 

Batman and Two-Face ‘walked’ into a Waffle House. Surely there was someone out there laughing but Danny just looked up at them calmly, unfazed that the two had frozen mid-struggle over a pistol. 

With his other hand, Danny raised a pot of fresh coffee. He tilted his head in silent question at the two. 

What he got in return were two stares before Two-Face took out his coin and flipped it, Batman took the gun away and set it somewhere safe as Two-Face waited for the coin to fall. When he caught it Two-Faced looked up at Danny before saying, “One cup and a plate of some toast,” and sat down at the counter. 

Danny simply nodded and walked back behind the counter, barely sparing a glance to Batman who still stood at the entrance. Only a moment later did he sit down next to Two-Face. 

“What’ll you have?” Harvey asked because at that moment he was more Harvey sitting at the counter and grabbing creamer to put into the cup of coffee Danny just placed in front of him. 

When Batman didn’t answer, Harvey smiled and tapped the counter. “Come on Bat, kid’s gotta make a living and I hear good things about the waffles.”

“Coffee,” he said just as Danny placed a cup in front of him. Harvey laughed and thanked Danny as Batman grabbed his cup but didn't drink it just yet. 

The two men sat in silence most of the time and only after Danny set the plate of food in front of Harvey did they talk. Nothing exciting or gory as one would think. Mostly Harvey made comments and mentioned a few past memories as Batman made small grunts or words too silent for anyone else to hear. 

If Danny overhead anything, he didn’t show it. He just served them and everyone else in the Waffle House. 

More customers came and went. A few paused at the sight but then they looked at Danny then just took their seat and ordered. 

It was a typical night.  

Just like any typical meal at the restaurant, there came a time when you didn’t order more and it was time to pay. 

Harvey placed some cash down with extra change on the counter. He twiddled with the quarter with his fingers, taking a look around and where Danny cracked an egg open on the griddle. He looked at Batman. “Meals on me, I’m feeling. . . generous tonight.” He stopped playing with the coin and flipped it into the air above the counter. 

“Now come on,” Harvey said as he headed towards the exit, “I want that gun back, won it in a game of cards.”

The coin fell on the counter and began to spin.

Batman followed. “No.”

The bell rang as the door opened. 

“Come on. I’ll charge you for theft, I know a good lawyer.”

The door closed before a response could be heard and the bell rang again. 

The coin stopped spinning. 

It stood on its side. Perfectly still and stayed that way. 

Just beyond it behind the counter, Danny flipped an egg. 

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Dc x Dp #35

Gotham has a Waffle House that has been almost untouched for a few months now. Sure there have been a few fights inside, but that's no big deal. The big deal is that their cook has stopped plenty of attacks from robbers and even well known rogues.

Many of the staff and regulars also believed that the same cook was also a cryptid of some kid with how quiet he is, how cold his presence is, and how he seemed to just appear out of nowhere with no sound being made. But who cares? His waffles are the bomb.

Danny is thankful for the steady night job, but would very much appreciate it if the Bats stopped watching him through the windows.

[phantomchick]

Apropos of nothing but the whole fucking thing about Bruce being embittered and deadened and rejecting hope is such a bullshit trope in both the movies and the comics. Bullshit on so many levels. The only reason B puts himself through the amount of suffering he does every night while fighting crime is because he believes he actually is making a difference and that Gotham CAN be saved, that there’s something worth fighting for there in the first place - he is literally the most hopeful person within the entire dc universe I mean compare him to literally every hero that condemns Gotham as an impossible to save hellhole. Bruce is prepared to believe in goodness coming out of that hell hole if he fights for it. 

The idea that the kid who saw his parents murdered in an alley and grew up trying to become someone with the skills to stop that from happening to anyone else doesn’t believe in heroes or in people being worth saving in the first place??? When his entire belief system is rooted in every life being worth saving??? Is absolutely insidious grim dark nonsense that detracts from the core of the character and I roll my eyes so hard at it.

[ragingbookdragon]

In Gotham News today, Harvey Dent AKA Two-Face was taken into custody again last night by Batman and Black Bat after an attempted bank robbery on Miagani Island. Witnesses say Two-Face and his gang members put up a tough fight. Video evidence shows Black Bat breaking Two-Face’s jaw in an attempt to put him down nonlethally. More on the story at seven with a doctor from Gotham General giving how much time recovery will take for—

She shut the TV off and put the remote down, sighing as she started refolding the towels she had previously been doing before the news had come on. Jason leaned on the back of the couch, rolling over until he was sitting at the end, slouching down. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but anytime Two-Face comes on TV, you always shut it off. And it’s only with Two-Face, never any other supervillain we beatdown and take into custody.”

Without looking up from the towels, she simply said, “I know.”

Jason watched her. “What happened between you and Harvey Dent, ma? We’ve seen the pictures in the hallway. You, dad, and him used to be conjoined at the hips.”

“It’s in the past, Jason. There’s no need to dredge up old memories.”

“Ma, c’mon, this is me we’re talking about.”

“Jason, nothing happened between Harvey and I—”

“Mama, I know you better than any of my siblings. And I know you’re bullshitting me right now. You go see the fucker almost every month and spend at least two hours talking with him. You’re seriously gonna bullshit me that nothing ever happened between you two?”

She glared at him. “Watch your mouth, young man or I’ll wash your mouth out with Dawn dish soap.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Look, if you don’t wanna talk about it, I get it, really, but it seems like you just get more and more depressed about it every time you see him.”

“I know,” she murmured, setting the towel aside and she laid her hands on her lap; with a sigh, she started, “Your dad, me, and Harvey have known each other since we were in elementary school. When Bruce went to the school for boys, I went with him because I begged my parents to let me come. I knew Bruce needed back up.”

Jason snorted. “You and an entire school of boys? Can’t imagine that went well.”

“It didn’t. The three of us got into fights with boys who wouldn’t leave me alone almost all the time.” She smiled. “It…immediately became a friendship between us three like none other. Wherever I went, they went. Wherever they went, I went. You couldn’t find us apart from each other…”

“Until…?”

“Until your dad went away to train and I…stayed with Harvey.”

Jason connected the dots. “The two of you got together.”

She smiled off down the hallway, a gentle sort of happiness he’d only seen her wear around his dad. “Harvey used to wake me up in the morning by rolling on top of me and smothering me in ‘I love you’s’ until we laughed so hard, we would cry.” She swallowed thickly. “We dated for almost seven years.”

“Why’d it end?” he asked.

“Harvey went to law school, I moved to Coast to work. It was an amicable split. We were still friends, just different life paths.” She cleared her throat. “And then your dad got back and then I came home…the two of us just sort of…connected. With your dad…everything just fell into place.”

“Was Harvey supportive?”

“Absolutely,” she huffed with laughter. “He swore up and down he was going to be my maid of honor and your dad’s best man even if he had to sew a wedding dress and suit together and occasionally walk on either side of us.” Jason snorted and she couldn’t help but laugh too. “He was at our wedding. He walked me down the aisle to your dad.”

Jason saw the way her expression began to turn with grief. “And then as Batman began to grow in Gotham…the attack happened.”

“Yes,” she whispered, looking at her hands. “I…had never felt such heartache in my life as watching Harvey split right down the seam into Two-Face.”

“You loved him.”

“I still do,” she answered clearly, gazing at him with tears in her eyes. “Harvey was the only other man besides your dad that I’ve ever loved. That I’ve ever shared everything with. My heart breaks for him all the time. I know that it isn’t Harvey doing those things, it’s Two-Face.” She looked away. “And I hate that I can’t stop loving him at times. If I could let him go, I would, but…”

“You know that Harvey’s in there and that he still needs you.”

“Yes.”

“Does dad know how you feel about Harvey?”

“Of course. I’ve never hidden anything from him. At times…I know he feels the same about Harvey too.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, Jay, I love your dad. I married him because he’s my soulmate. But if it came down to saving either him or Harvey from certain death, I’d choose your dad, but the fact is that it would take me down to the last second to do it.”

Jason shuffled the towels out of the way and wrapped his arms around her, gently resting his chin on top of her head. “You’re a good woman, mama.”

“I’m not as good as I could be, baby boy,” she answered tearfully. “I should be better.”

“Nah,” he murmured. “You’re the best as they come.” Jason gently squeezed her. “And for the record, Harvey knows how much you care about him, mama.”

“I hope so,” she said, and patted his thigh. “Let me up though, I gotta go start dinner.”

“Nope,” Jason retorted, hugging her tighter. “We’re gonna chill here for a hot second and feel better.”

She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, baby boy.”

“Always, mama.”