Harvey.

“If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?” ~ Abraham Lincoln Harvey Dent || Two-Face Former-Gotham DA ⁠⁠ ⁠|| #DCRP Ship|Heart - @BelovedsBlade Descriptive || Detailed || 5yrs RP Looking for SLs || DM for Plotting FC - John Krasinski || Penned by #AnansiBoyz ||

@BelovedsBlade voice dropping just enough to carry the truth of it, “does it become too much for you?” No accusation. Just— A question he doesn’t know the answer to. One he’s afraid she might.

@BelovedsBlade “For you. With you.” That lands between them. Honest. His hand still rests at her wrist, but his grip loosens slightly, not pulling away, just… aware of it. Of her. Of how much he could hurt her without meaning to. His gaze doesn’t leave hers. “At what point,” he asks, +

@BelovedsBlade Blackgate spits him out like something it couldn’t stomach. Steel doors yawn wide, slow, deliberate like they want him to feel every inch of it. Every second. Harvey Dent steps through in the same suit he wore going in. Dark. Expensive. Now it hangs just a +

@BelovedsBlade hanging at his side like he doesn’t quite know where to put it. “You shouldn’t have had to stay in it for me.” That part— That part costs him. More than the apology did. Because it means admitting something he doesn’t like to say out loud. “But I’m glad you’re here now.”

@BelovedsBlade “It’s not exactly a place that’s ever… done you any favors,” he adds, quieter now. There’s weight behind that. History. 𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘮. A pattern he can see too clearly now. Harvey shifts his weight slightly, one hand still in his pocket, the other +

@BelovedsBlade “Hello, beautiful.” It’s simple. Familiar. And it costs him less to say than everything that came before. He holds there, a step away, jacket in hand, the city breathing behind them, waiting to see if she closes the space, or if he has to.

@BelovedsBlade Waiting. For him. He slows. Not stopping. Just, letting the moment stretch the way it needs to. Letting himself take her in without the filter of distance or memory. When he finally speaks, his voice is lower than it was on the phone. Softer. But still rough at the edges. +