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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 4:47:35 GMT -5
Now that was a view. Turning her head, she was playing into it all. When he finally looked up at her, she winked, raising her brows in appreciation.
But ooh, was he pissed. She'd rarely seen him like this, but hell, he was going to get an ulcer with how he held all his emotions in. And that busted phone probably didn't help.
As he marched away from her, she waited until he took a drag or two before laughing. Sass him. Whatever. He got a quick salute from her before she slid down from the counter top very, very carefully.
Crutching over to the door, she snagged a blanket to wrap up with before joining him, going over and sitting right on his thigh.
"Want me to make breakfast? We're due at the station for a deposition probably in a few hours." She stated. It was an educated guess, considering the Joker was involved. "We better get our story straight, you know. I could have Alec doctor the footage so you can't hear what we say. It might help." There she was again, ever thinking of how to maybe-alter the truth, or break the law.
She sat there, bouncing her casted foot slightly, taking the cigarette from his lips, and taking a hit or two before giving it back. It wasn't even light out, nor that cold, so she let the blanket slip a bit. Let his neighbors talk. She didn't care.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 4:59:59 GMT -5
Harvey just stood there, angry and tired. When she joined him he just huffed. He took a pause to consider what to do. He looked at his watch again. Her being on his lap was not helping. It drove him nuts. He wanted to just choke her as much as he wanted to touch, smell, and taste her. Hearing her he could do without at the moment.
"I need to sleep more, I am not hungry, but thanks."
Harvey just sighed and leaned his head against the balcony's ledge, every fiber of his being working to ignore the fact that she was sitting on his lap.
He looked to her again,his head innovating,his eyes darting at her.
"We won't use the footage period. The plan was executed and that's all anyone needs to know. I can't think straight enough to put our story together. Gordon probably won't expect me until noon anyway."
Harvey longed for his bed. The warmth of it would make life soft again, at least until he woke and slipped out of it. Asylum, refuge, haven, safety. He needed that.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 8:39:09 GMT -5
Her own jaw went hard when he said that. She gave him the cigarette back, and shook her head. "I don't give a shit. You are going to need to come up with a plausible reason, then, for the fact that I was there. Your team saw me. With your fucking gun. Unless I'm in on your damn plan, and that's what you're sticking too." Narrowing her eyes, she was almost getting just as pissy as him. Especially considering she'd been the one duped.
Standing, she grabbed her crutches and made her way back to the kitchen. At least if he fell asleep, he'd be less of a crab. Shaking her head, she thought she was the non-morning person.
In a few minutes, she stirred together a mass of ingredients. Eggs, a few random veggies she sliced, hashbrowns, milk, cheese, whatever else he had. Hopping around, she slid the casserole dish into the oven, staring at the time before shaking her head and setting it to 200 degrees, and for about 6 hours. If she was doing her math well, everything would be bubbling, cooked, and ready to eat.
One of the best damn alarm clocks ever.
Especially if you were a hungry, bitchy man who had a rough night.
Or a man in general.
Being careful to keep the noise down, she went down the hall. Going to where the small pouch was, she emptied out the drug errata within while sitting on the edge of the bed. More antibiotics, a sedative, painkilers. Breaking down one of the crutches, she slipped it beneath her pillow, before setting the drugs aside. She then slipped beneath the blankets, tugging them up to her chin before using the pneumatic sedative on herself. It'd be a gift to him to have her knocked out for a few hours. It'd be a gift to her if he'd stop breaking things, put on pants, and stop being a little girl.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 14:24:43 GMT -5
"Fine, I'll tell 'em that you had been briefed if that's what you want."
Once she got up Harvey sat out there and finished the cigarette. Within minutes he was back in the bed all rumpled up under the sheet and blankets, laying on his back, fast asleep. The bruises around his eyes were finally beginning to subside and fade away. He still had his sling off. The blankets were only up to his stomach, his bare chest and the tufts of hair that grew forth from it exposed and there to be touched and rested upon.
When she eventually got back into the bed his body sensed her and his good arm reached over to snug her in his sleep.
At least sleeping Harvey was still a sweet guy.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 21:46:49 GMT -5
She shook her head. Still not good enough for her. Maybe after he slept, he'd be better. As she was quiet about getting into bed, she had already drifted when he set his arm on her. Even with the sedative, even with all the drama, she still turned to him, her anger abated by the sweet release of slumber.
Perhaps things would be better once they woke up. He wasn't mad enough to throw her out, that was a fact.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 4:40:22 GMT -5
In a few hours Harvey woke up. He had Selina's head resting on his chest and arm draped across his torso. His crankiness couldn't really fight that face of hers. He sighed quietly and laid there for a moment, calmly and delicately runnin his hand through her hair before finally moving out of the bed.
He headed to the bathroom, closing his bedroom door behind him so the noise of the shower would not disturb her rest. Soon he was standing in his shower, giving himself to the ritual. The hot water was nothing but good to him, though showering with a cast was a pain in the ass, that was for sure. He had to do everything with one hand.
As Harvey lathered his hair up with his shampoo he couldn't help but wonder how much easier his life would be if he had someone to help him along the path when he couldn't move that well. He also considered the risk it would be, so many people wanted to see him dead that he would fear for the endangerment of his companion on a regular basis. It would be stressful. That's why he had a preference for strong women. He needed one that could hold her own if he wasn't there to protect and serve her.
The longer I know her the more perfect she becomes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 10:40:11 GMT -5
Her dreams were filled with oddities. Perhaps it was the combo of sedative and painkiller. Perhaps it was her mind working out the prior day's events. Either way, when he shifted from the bed, everything within her mind took an awkward turn. Not dark, not light, but different.
After several minutes she found herself waking by pained gasps, fingers pressing to barely awake-sleep ridden eyes. Sitting up straight wasn't hard. But having to deal with the mess of tears pouring down her eyes was...peculiar. Even as she glanced around, she noted he had left. But had made sure she was fine, too. Cocking her head to the side, she heard the shower. That was a fantastic idea, but she only saw one crutch. Hm. Pursing her lips she felt around the bed, and couldn't find it's condensed version.
Well, considering her foot, and his arm, perhaps he'd be able to move around more and find it. Otherwise, well, she'd have a shitty time getting around. So for the time being? She hunkered back down in the bed, seeking out the warmer spot before falling back asleep.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 17:40:50 GMT -5
Harvey worked through his shower a bit slowly. Being one handed in the shower was never fun. He would try to raise his arm up so he could wash his hair with both, but it didn't exactly work out too well for him.
Usually this took him about fifteen minutes, even ten when he was in a hurry, but it took him about half an hour now. It was good that he was up fairly early. Once he got out he went ahead and toweled off. He'd realized he'd forgotten to grab clean clothes and groaned.
Holding a towel around his waist he headed back into his bedroom to rummage for under wear at the very least. The smell of whatever she had cooking in the oven got his attention. He'd go see about whatever that was in a moment, underwear first!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2014 4:09:20 GMT -5
Some noise woke her back up. Oh. She wasn't at home. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she narrowed them as she saw...yes, it was him, rooting around in a drawer. Yawning slightly, she sat up. At least she could do that. "I need to borrow a shirt. Button down, don't care about the color. No rush." The real rush was that she would need to find her other crutch, or she'd be screwed. And she needed to make sure they were still ok. It's not like everyone woke up in their bed to find Catwoman. Or the woman who was Catwoman.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2014 23:27:07 GMT -5
"Alright."
He found a red pair and grabbed them, disappearing again. Soon he reappeared in the underwear with the towel on his head and he attempted to get the water out of his hair. He went to his closet and began picking his clothes for the day. he laid his pants, shirt, undershirt, and jacket on the edge of the bed. He picked out a nice little lavender shirt for her and put it on the night stand beside her.
"There you go."
His arm was not in the sling and he began the process of dressing himself, undershirt first.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 1:19:56 GMT -5
Bullock's phone pinged a text. It read:
"Precincts 5 and 12 attacked with Joker gas. 45 blues 40 civs 7 dead. Joker was on TV. Feed attached."
A video was attached that played: There was no sound but a split screen of 2 of the Gotham police precincts. they seemed to be going about business as usual answering calls, taking statements, taking new arrests to the holding cells....eating donuts.
From the vents a purplish gas simply quickly flooded the building and the view was obstructed the gas was so thick. shapes could be seen trashing around some attacking each other as the fog lessened all in the building were laughing uncontrollably their faces stretched in the infamous Joker grin none seemed to be dying either. This continued for a couple minutes then the screen flickered and an image of the Joker appeared to be on a rooftop teeing off with a golf club. A man on the floor was tied up with the golf ball in his mouth. The Joker swung the iron and missed hitting the man. he did this over and over and over. Any in city politics would have recognized the man as a member of the City Council. Eventually the man twitched and went limp only then did The Joker hit the ball. he laughed and waved to the camera and the screen went black.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 2:19:43 GMT -5
Harvey managed to get his undershirt on when he heard his phone go off. He went to it and picked it up. He'd broken his actual phone last night, but had a back up because he was wont to breaking phones, apparently.
He looked at the text, horror and anger spreading across his face and he watched the video. He clenched his fist on it and was about to smash it when he realized he should probably not do that.
"Hey, help me finish getting dressed, I gotta go. Precinct 5 and 12 got Joker gassed."
Harvey picked up his oxford and pitifully began to scramble trying to get it buttoned as fast as he could.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 2:30:20 GMT -5
She was shocked at how quickly he moved. If it got down to it, she'd help him with buttons. Her arms still worked. Before getting out of bed, she started looknig through it, seeking out her compact crutch. Oddly enough, after several minutes of shuffling around, she found it near the foot of the bed. Pressing the button, she was able to neatly decompress it, and utilize it as the, well, crutch it was meant to be. Slipping into the much too large shirt, she tugged it over her head, grabbed her crutch, and made her way to the bathroom. It was a few quick things; washing her face, finger-combing her hair, and then she took off the shirt, retying it so it would resemble a lavender dress. If she could just grab her sweater, she'd be good. At least the color was nice. Crutching back into the bedroom, she hoped he had finished dressing as well. Which he had not. Noting the look on his face, she shook it off, her fingers working the buttons quickly. "It wasn't the Joker. He was hauled away last night..." She blinked, holding up his jacket for him to get into. "Where is your immobilzer. You can do that in the car. Your keys." She could drive.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 2:35:20 GMT -5
"I know it wasn't him, he must have decoys or goons that dress like him. He probably had this planned all along, no matter what happened."
Harvey pulled his pants off the bed and laid back on the bed getting them up his legs. He stood up again to try to button his pants.
"Belt."
He grabbed it off the door handle of his closet and did his best to get it on. He grabbed socks and put those on. He slipped his feet into his shoes as he grabbed a tie, growling at the pain in his elbow.
"All of it is on the nightstand."
His keys and immobilizer were beside each other on the night stand and near his wallet/badge.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 3:42:57 GMT -5
In her haste and his shock, she'd declined to realize he had no pants on. Shit. "Decoys sound more like him than anything, but how are you going to prove that? "Oh, I know Catwoman, and she can ID him, instead of his lackies?" Swatting his hands away she zipped his pants and did the button. "Just let me do it. Ok?" Quickly she threaded his belt through the loops and cinched that as well. "Harvey. Just. Fucking. Stop." She growled at him, glaring as she snapped the tie from him, popped his collar and quickly tied it. Thankfully her arms weren't broken, or she'd be miserable.
And she could tie, or untie anything faster than him. She'd bet on that. Crossing the three steps to his errata on the nightstand, she looped his keys on a finger, shoved his wallet and badge into her bra, and the immobilzer went over her shoulder as she crutched back to him. "Second thought, get that thing on, or you're going to never heal your elbow." Once the immobilizer was on, his jacket was draped over his fucked up arm, she started going to the front door. Her simple purse was draped over the couch, and thankfully it had a decent strap. "Which car is this, again?" She asked him.
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