#work has done something to my brain cause i feel like my writing is juuust a little off

[caffeinatedattorney]

I have this picture. Battinson and Harvey hanging out in the tower, watching the sunset. Harvey knows he's batman after being rescued by him. Bruce thought harvey would be safer in the cave so he was stitched up there and Bruce broke the news.

Harvey storms out, wobbly on his feet, fucked up over sedatives and painkillers because harvey woke up once disoriented and he wouldn't stop moving so-

Anyway, Bruce found him looking out the tower's window. It's becoming morning and Bruce might as well address the elephant in the room, right?

Bruce walks next to Harvey and leans back on the wall. "I must have disappointed you," he says, unable to keep his voice in control. Bruce is too quiet. Harvey needs support and comfort right now, something loud and so much better equipped. All Harvey gets is the bat.

Bruce's thoughts are barely coherent. "You are doing everything you can. I should've mentioned I had your back. You wouldn't have been hurt."

Bruce's chests aches, thinking about their childhood. How he could only watch.

Harvey watches the sunrise like it's the only one he's seen his entire life. Bruce isn't sure how deep inside his own head he must be. Hes been doing that a lot lately, with the stress adding up.

"Nah," Harvey's tone is jovial and earnest, detached from the grim. "You were there for me since the beginning. You are the batman. You always were."

But that can't be it, Bruce can't help but confess to his sins. "if I had been I would've protected you."

Then, Harvey snorts, smiling. "You were going through your own shit. I can't be mad at you. You are not like them. You are different. You... You are like me" then his lower lip wobbles. "you shouldn't be me. That-that isn't right. Why. "

"Harvey," Bruce has an idea what he means. You shouldn't be this angry, this unhappy. "I'm fine. I promise."

Harvey shakes his head again. He stifles a laugh. "Maybe," he says. "Gilda must be looking for me."

Bruce should get in touch with her. Harvey finds solace in her presence and if Harvey thinks the cowl is Bruce's comfort, Gilda Gold is Harvey's. "I'll tell Alfred to call her."

Then Harvey turns around. He raises his hands to cup Bruce's jaw but as Bruce's braces for the touch, Harvey stops.

"May I?" Harvey asks, quiet and personal.

Bruce nods and Harvey covers Bruce's eyes with his hands, mimicking the cowl. His hands are warm and rough. They smell like blood and sweat. This close, he can hear Harvey's watch ticking away.

"Hmm," Harvey says. "I had a hunch it was you but I always thought you-- I underestimated your anger."

Bruce grabs Harvey's wrists and pushes them down. Harvey yields but Bruce doesn't let them go, feeling up faint scars on Harvey's skin. Bruce isn't a saint, not even close. "You should--" Bruce swallows. "See a doctor about that. Not just the shot. "

Harvey blinks. "Right," he lets out quietly, a little betrayed. "As if I haven't heard that one before."

"It's," Bruce snorts in frustration. Bruce wayne is lecturing Harvey Dent on taking care of himself. "You don't have to die like that, in the middle of doing something you will regret."

"You are starting to sound like Gilda," Harvey smiles. Bruce lets his wrists go, which upon being free, Harvey covers up with his long sleeves.

This morning shines bright already. "Come," Bruce says, making his way back where he came from. "I think Alfred is making breakfast."

"Jeeesus," Harvey says. "You still can't make toast to save your life, huh?"