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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 1:33:43 GMT -5
"I am not complaining, I'm just saying we used to be younger and maybe a little more free. I wasn't as busy with work and neither were you. Still, I enjoy this. At least now if we wake up with hangovers we've learned enough from our past hangovers together to know exactly what to do."
Harvey smiled at the little kiss on his jaw. He like that, it was much better than a cheek kiss, he was with her on that one, always.
He set the plate down on his lap and watched her steal a little before he did. He was tempted to pick it up and slap some on her face, but she would be super mad at him. He was content with getting himself a forkful of it.
"Don't nag, I'm eating, I'm eating it. See?"
Harvey took another bite. The third he offered to her.
"You eat it. Pretty good stuff."
He took a sip of his coffee, nearly forgetting the Jameson within its depths.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 3:36:37 GMT -5
"I like working, though!" She bemoaned, tugging the blanket over the two of them. The nights had been more chilly than expected. So for her to cancel her 'meetings' she was quite ok with this. Take out and liquor with good company beat out skin tight leather in below zero temps.
Glaring at him, she huffed, her eyes narrowed. "I could tell what you wanted to do. And that would be a waste of perfectly good food. And I'm not nagging! You're nagging!" He was just picking on her tonight. And teasing her. Normally it wouldn't get to her, but the lack of sleep made her a bit more raw.
She eyeballed him as he ate one bite, then two, patient as ever as he finally gave her one. Closing her eyes, it was heavenly. Yes, she could see him eating it. And now she could see herself eating it, too. She took one bite, and then another, and offered the fork back to him, ready to go with the sweet concoction already on it.
"This has rum in it, doesn't it?" She mused, laughing at their alcohol soaked evening. Grasping her coffee mug, she almost spat up her coffee at the bite within. Catching herself after a bit of coughing, she let out a choked laugh. "I forgot!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 17:27:24 GMT -5
"No, coffee liquer, Kahlua usually."
Harvey had never been much of a rum man. He was simple, he liked whiskey and a few other things. He tended to only drink rum in the summer, it had always felt seasonal to him for whatever reason.
As they shared the tiramisu he couldn't help but let his mind wander to other ones from other restaurants he'd ordered it from. This wasn't the best in town, but it was on the top five list for him, for sure. Now that Harvey actually cared about his diet he went out of his way to be a little more conscious of quality differences. Tacos were something he could never get to figuring out what was good and what was great. There were so many taco places these days, a recent cultural obsession amongst younger people.
They were awesome though.
Harvey continued to drink his coffee. He pulled something off an inn table next to his side of the couch. It was a box of cigars. He pulled one out of the box after desert was gone and clipped it. He gave it a few strong puffs after striking the match and lighting it. Once it was going he knocked the first bits of ash into the tray near the box on the table. He held it between his teeth.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 21:15:51 GMT -5
Catching her breath, she nodded. That made sense, considering the theme. Swirling her coffee mug helped to reincorporate the liquor, cream and coffee before she took another sip, and then a second. It helped to offset the sweetness of their dessert as they passed the fork between them until it was finished.
She had the plate and fork last, so she leaned to replace it on the table, setting her coffee down for a moment while she stretched. All these years later and she was still limber. Had to be, considering her work. A bit buzzed off the sugar and caffeine, but mellowed by the liquor, Selina clicked her tongue at him when she saw the box.
"Those are suspected of killing people. But damn, Theo. Where did you get cigars?" Leaning back against him she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, easing one lid up, then the next as she watched him go through the routine of select, clip, and lighting it. They were more heady than cigarettes, and a true indulgence. As she herself had a fondness for cloves, cigars were almost a second best; a cross between the cloying sweetness of clove, and the sharper bite of a cigarette. Her fingertips itched to get her own turn, but she willed herself to allow him to savor the first few puffs off it.
But finally, she couldn't wait, and deft fingertips eased the cigar from his mouth, as she ran it beneath her nose for a second, before taking her own puffs off it; savoring it's rich taste, before handing it back to him with a sigh.
"You certainly know how to enjoy life. I don't think I've had this relaxing a night, even with it's ups and downs, Theo." Relishing the taste on her lips, she smiled, shifting his arm so she could curl beside him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 17:45:49 GMT -5
"Ain't no one else gonna enjoy it for me, baby. Not even you can do that, though you sure can help make it more fun."
Harvey squeezed at her again before having another guzzle of his coffee and setting it down as well. He smiled at her when she took the cigar momentarily and then put it back between his teeth.
"And I been smokin' these for years now. They always go nice after desert, don't they, eh?"
Harvey took a few larger puffs and leaned his head back on the couch once again. he began blowing out perfect little smoke rings up above their heads. The remainder of the smoke exited his nostrils and after a few minutes the living room had a nice little haziness to it. The smell of the cigar dominated the room in the best way possible.
"If you need more relaxin' I got a nice little bath tub with a tele in the wall near it. It even has that Pandora thing on it. Pretty friggin' sweet."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 13:12:22 GMT -5
Relishing the smoke, and it's rich flavor, her eyes close in luxury as she murmurs, "I bet they'd be good after other things, too." Before sighing and leaning her own head back. Watching the smoke fill the room, she had to smile, thinking on good times.
As he mentions the bath, she snorts lightly. While it does sound fantastic, especially with the music, she has a question, too. "And what would you do while I'm taking advantage of your fancy setup in the tub? You know I'm a sucker for Pandora, Theo."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 13:57:53 GMT -5
He wiggled his eyebrows a bit mischievously at her comment about the vigars being good after other things, too. They were indeed great after those things, but it had been a while since Harvey got to have one after that.
"Well, I think I would probably find something to occupy my time. I could always bust in and dump a pot of cold water over you, too. Though I don't think you'd appreciate it that much. hmmm."
Harvey took a few more puffs.
"Wash some dishes, have some whiskey, maybe find a movie to watch. I have plenty to do, living alone helps you learn to find ways to find something to do, y'know."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 19:20:25 GMT -5
Plucking the cigar from his lips, she couldn't deny his logic as he made quite a list to keep occupied while she took advantage of his bathtub, and Pandora. "I live alone too, you know!" Taking a few puffs, and returning the cigar to him, she shook her head. And she had quite the array of candles, bath oils, and the such in her own bath, too.
"You dump cold water on me, and you'll truly see the wrath of a woman scorned, Theo. But you still have those bubbles, and candles stashed behind the towels?" She teased him, untangling herself from his limbs and the blanket on the couch to perch on the edge of it.
"I have lived alone for years, and I certainly find ways to spend my time; other than working, even. Maybe you need a cat, or a dog, too." Winking, she rose, and made her way to his bathroom. He really did work way too much. "Maybe we'll enjoy a movie after this. Or you can take a bath!" She teased, the door shutting behind her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 22:54:20 GMT -5
Harvey just stayed silent and eventually watched her walk to the bathroom. His brows did perk at a bath, but more at the thought of him joining her. He didn't have the nerve, but had he... well it would have been the best bath ever.
Once she was in there for a few minutes he got up and put things away, tidying things up. He went to his bedroom, putting the box away, and then just quietly sitting for a few minutes at his desk, going through a few emails and just browsing on some news stories he was following. One wall of his room was more shelves of records, but also movies in VHS, DVD, and actual celluloid. He looked through the movies trying to pick something, deciding to change as he thought. He had ashtrays throughout his home to deposit his cigar to for a moment at a time while he did other little things.
He had a bit of a religious dedication to wearing the same thing most of the time. Brown, grey, coal, navy, black, and slightly darker black suits. Brown, grey, coal, navy, black, and slightly darker black coats. Brown, grey, coal, navy, black, and slightly darker black fedoras. The clothing you wear says much about you. For Harvey it spelled the wall between the two Harveys. The Harvey most people were used to had little variation and dark tones. At the very least, he seemed to pay respect to the seasons. The downside, at least the way he viewed it, was that when he was seen on the rare occasion to be wearing something aside from the usual he often had a hard time living it down.
Harvey had a closet full of color. Bold primaries and tertiaries. Splashes of vivid patterns and a lush print here and there. Fabrics only found in certain parts of the world. The most private Harvey was the liveliest, one of a more full spectrum. A Harvey of another color.
He put his hat and coat away. His pants and shirt were hung for the cleaner. He wore a pair of GCPD cotton shorts. Harvey was marked with many a scar. Nothing horrifying, just a lot of cuts, and a few bullet wounds. There was one on his left arm from the earthquake years ago. A piece of pipe had impaled his arm. Of course people many of the loons and rogues had their go at Harvey, many marks were from them as well. On his left pectoral were four parallel scars, the swipe of a claw, and another single one on his shoulder; the bite of a whip.
As he stood there putting things away and fining busy work he puffed his cigar, it worked down to half of what it once was. He pulled a gray robe on before stepping outside to watch the skyline for a few minutes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 0:47:49 GMT -5
It was like stepping back into home. Soothing blues and greys, the large tub. All familiar. So as she sat on the edge for a second and turned the tap to warm, making sure the stopper was in, all she could do was sigh. It was somewhere between happy, content, and longing. While she waited for the tub to fill, she started to look for the towels. And the candles she knew he had. It was the small console that caught her attention as she had been seeking out the candles, as she was able to use her fingers on the screen (touchscreen!) to key up Pandora. It would take a second or two for it to connect; she knew that at least.
Turning back to the towels she was sure to lay one at the foot of the tub, the golden yellow a lovely contrast to the tile. The tub was finally halfway full, and now..she had to find those candles. A few more drawers opened, one with enough questionable contents that she audibly let out an "Ewww," before shutting it. And then...ah...there they were. His standard Catholic stone variety, of patchouli, and frankincense. Not her standard clean, linen scents, or vanilla, or jasmine, but they would do. Matches were in with them, a quick strike and both were giving off light and fragrance. She placed them on the lip of the tub, before finally stripping off her outfit, unbraiding her hair, and sinking into the warmth.
If there was one place she felt safe, other than her own home, it was here. Even as her eyes fell shut, she contemplated life, and what had been, what was, and what could be. She was at such a crossroads. And honestly, she was glad she had forced herself to traipse around the park, despite feeling out of sorts, tired, and lethargic.
Even her body was bruised. From practice, from running, from a fall she'd taken. Her skin took to the warm water, each spanse of absused, scarred skin raised against the liquid. Finally Pandora kicked in, Depeche Mode flooding the bathroom, a laugh from her lips. Smooth, Harv. Smooth.
Noting a bottle near the lip of the tub, she tipped a bit in, and was delighted at the stong scent, as well as the bubbles that frothed upward. It was almost if time melted away as she soaked, quietly enjoying the music, the water, the warmth, before reluctantly pulling up the plug, and drying off. A towel was wrapped about her hair until she combed through it, a towel wrapped about her until she could pawn something from Theo.
Quietly she had found his bedroom door cracked; and a shadow with a plume of smoke drifting from it. Tiptoeing through his bedroom was something else. The color bursting from his closet was like a summer day in December, and caused her to almost trip. Catching herself, and her towel in time, she padded silently to the door, which she was able to slide open and stand at his side. "Your turn, if you want it." She murmured, not wanting to break his moment, if that's what he was having.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 1:01:14 GMT -5
Harvey stood there with the cigar billowing smoke about him. Through it all he could see her and then boom she was beside him. He immediately whipped his robe off and covered her with it. And there he was in those black shorts on his frigid balcony looking down at her with a bit of a grimace.
"You're gonna catch a cold bein' out here all wet like that."
He tied the belt of the rope for her.
"There."
She'd been around him enough when they were younger to sneak a peek at him in just a pair of shorts, but these days he was broader and his skin was wrapped in a few scars. He'd noted she had a few bites of her own, but he knew she was once a bit of a scrapper herself.
"Nah, I ain't done much gettin' dirty today."
He realized how naught a phrase that sounded just after it came out of his mouth. He just shrugged and put on a bit of a grin.
"You need somethin't'wear? I got some shirts, but they'll look like dresses on you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 1:44:36 GMT -5
"I'm not cold!" She squalled as he made sure she was covered and tied into the robe. "Oh. And you're not going to freeze like that? Hm?" She rolled her eyes, muttering 'asshole' beneath her breath as a bit of a shimmy produced the towel from beneath his robe. "Here. Then you take this. The least you can do is put it around your shoulders until we go back in." If he was going to be like that she was too.
Nodding, she couldn't keep the grin from her face, either as he spoke. "Always turning the phrases, eh?" She teased, an elbow going into his side. "Looks like you got nailed by a cat, you know. Never went away, either. And that sounds good. I didn't want to touch the flowers bloomin' in your closet." And if she had a choice, she really hoped he had that old grey sweater. She'd worn it before, and on her 5'8" frame, it did look like a dress, but it was warm. And she could always tug on her leggings again. She'd refused to take the ring off her hand, so right now...she was only being saved by his robe. And the smidge of dignity she did have.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 2:20:06 GMT -5
Harvey nodded and headed back in, tossing the towel back at her. That old grey sweater was buried in a drawer. He dug for it, remembering how much she had always cared for wearing it. He didn't have much in the way of ladies underwear, so he'd also give her a pair of shorts from when he was younger and skinny as a rail. They were black with blue stripes down the sides. He decided to grab a white t-shirt for himself, pulling it on. He'd left the cigar with her while he went in to retrieve clothes.
He laid the sweater and shorts on the bed for her. He'd pulled a white shirt out of a drawer and walked back onto the balcony, his breath creating fog each time he exhaled thanks to the cold.
"Well, as deep as she cut me, at least the lady leaves a scar worth seeing. I mean, eh? Eh?"
Harvey was looking down at the claw scars on his chest and a little admiration could be seen in the winkle of his eye.
"The rookies tell rumors about the existence of it. They're scared shitless of me."
Harvey let out a laugh from the bottom of his lungs. He put his fingers to the bridge of his nose, cigar back in between his teeth. He was taking a second to regain himself of the flood of scuttlebutt the rookies whispered around. Even some of the people he'd worked with for years didn't know much about him or his personal life.
Harvey finally sighed and pulled his shirt on as he let off a couple smaller chuckles. He looked to Selina again.
"You'd be amazed at how ridiculous my life is. I've been shot, stabbed, clawed, whipped, pistol whipped, brained, thrown, tackled, punched, kicked, bitten, hell, kissed..."
He turned to face the city again and just watched the sky.
"My beat up town. I know how y'feel, sweetheart."
Harvey shook his head.
"Y'dish what y'take, lady."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 12:53:21 GMT -5
She only stayed on the balcony for a few more minutes, the wet towel becoming chill in her grasp. Turning to go in, she noticed the sweater she liked, and a smile came to her lips. It was after a night she'd hitched a ride, snuck back to Gotham, and arrived at his apartment; cold, sniffling, and tired that she'd first wore it.
He'd laid that out, as well as a pair of his shorts. That made her tentative smile grow wider. She had at least slipped back into half her undergarments, the rest of her clothing in perfect condition and folded neatly in the bathroom. "I've heard she's got quite the attitude," Selina mused, still in a bit of shock that was the aftermath left from her. "Well, you never told me what happened!" She scoffed, feigning hurt that she'd never heard the story. Hell, she'd been there! But each experince was something else, told by a differing viewpoint.
As he started to laugh, she shook her head. He was probably talking about Bivins. As he turned to speak to their beloved city, she took the opportunity to turn her back to him, untie the robe's belt, and let it fall as she quickly slipped on the sweater, and after a bit of deliberation; the shorts. Her bottom had been covered by a lavender set of boyshorts, her back by her own array of scars and a rather ugly looking yellow bruise.
But the fondness in his voice paused her. How ridiculous his life was? Well, he was a cop. In Gotham. But her life? Hell, even her relationships, be they as platonic, or self-seeking, were queer. Eddie, Bruce, Theo. Charlotte, Pam. The fact she counted Summer Gleeson as a close friend, Edward Nigma as another. Her gamut of circles not only stacked, but intersected in some sort of warped Venn diagram. If only she could tell him.
But she could identify with most of what he'd been through. Shot, stabbed, clawed, whipped, ...an so forth.
Padding to where he was watching the sky, she finally noted what time it was. Prowling time. And here she was, acting a civillian. Now that brought a bubbling laughter to her lips.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 14:00:09 GMT -5
Harvey snorted a bit.
"I never told you that story?" he asked, still staring out at Gotham. He couldn't take his eyes off it sometimes, and this was one of those times.
"It was a winter night, a little warmer than this one, but still, cold. It was at least my dozenth time to come across her. Since she'd given me the whip bite I'd been determined to bring her in myself. I can't remember what exactly it was that she was stealing that night, but I cornered her, finally."
Harvey turned to her again, and saw that she had changed into what he had provided. He took a seat on one of the chairs out on the balcony, ignoring the sting of the cold on his back and backside for now.
"I almost had her. She had nowhere to go. I had her against a wall, I had been tumbling, kicking, and punching around with her for at least ten minutes. The only way I could get her to hold still was I pinned her against a wall. I had her by her wrists. Her back was to me, I was getting my cuffs out. Just as I was about to clip the first cuff on her wrist she wiggled loose, turned and just slashed at me for dear life. Once I was stunned and distracted she took off as fast as she came."
Harvey smirked. It was like an old soldier telling a war story. While he had been caused harm he looked back on it with a certain fondness that only men who give their lives to wars can understand.
"She did pause before she took off the rest of the way. She stopped, like she forgot something and just looked back at me. I looked at her. After a few seconds she turned away and just ran. Sneaky little thing. I think she actually turned to make sure I was okay. Ever since that she's seemed to be a little more playful with me., almost like she doesn't want it to get nasty like that again."
Harvey rubbed the spot. It didn't matter to him the pain it had once caused him, at least it was an interesting night.
"She's one of the few of the masks I actually kinda like. Batman's a shit. He's always meddling. Catwoman, she just steals. Sometimes I like to pretend she's some sort of Robin Hood. I'd like to think she steals all that fancy stuff to deal off her hands and gives the money to people that need it, or at the very least, a cat shelter."
Harvey chuckled and took a long few puffs off his cigar.
"And, to be frank, the lady ain't bad on the eyes. Not a lotta people could ever wear a suit like that. They just don't make women that can throw a claw or a punch like that anymore. I've seen her tango with Batman and a few others, and I think Bats has got eyes for her. I just... can tell. He puts up with her better than he does most."
Harvey chuckled again and just sighed.
"You know, I think my second favorite mask is Black Canary. I don't go for blondes too often, but damn, those fishnets just.. mmm mmm mmm. Hawkgirl ain't bad neither, I met her recently, nice lady."
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