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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 0:36:47 GMT -5
"Maybe I just... I dunno. You act like everything is so fucked up for you, you're Catwoman, I have a secret, too and now you know it. I just..."
He looked at her finally.
"Yes. I have been inactive for a while, a few years, but I just got reactivated before I came over here. You need to know. It was something I did while you were gone. I made mistakes back then, too, though."
Harvey sighed heavily at the thought of all his failures. So many. He had had many successes, but failure stung the most. Mistakes had to be learned from. He was learning tonight so many more he's made.
"This doesn't have anything to do with Joker, you're right, but... I know you didn't want me to find out your secret that way if ever. I just, I am trying to be proactive, I would hate for you to find out my secret when someone delivered my casket six feet under."
Harvey turned toward her more when she was about to say something else she recommended a shower. He just nodded and got up. He was calmed down for the moment, but hot water just sounded like the best thing he could do at the moment. He would be able to think, even just for ten minutes, but ten minutes was good enough.
He got up and walked over to the bathroom, shutting the door a bit firmly behind him. The sound of the water hitting tile and the tell tale steam seeping from the crack between the frame and the door confirmed his decision.
Harvey thanked whoever invented water heaters for doing exactly that. It was a small comfort, but an important one in the lives of broken and screwed detectives allover the world.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 0:52:46 GMT -5
His words were like a slap to the face. "I'm not here to compare who has the worse lot. My parents died. You had one of the best mothers, and she passed. Shit. Would you have told me before, if you'd never found out what I was? Want me to apologize for those scars?" She was shaking like a leaf when he finally stood and went to the shower.
And he was so damn calm.
But she wanted, no, needed her crutches still in the bathroom, and her necklace, and ring. And maybe her smokes, cellphone, and bottle of liquor.
That would have to wait. Crutches certainly limited what one could carry. So she waited until she heard the water start before the tears came, and let them fall before she started lamely hobbling to the bathroom, opening and shutting the door to gather her things. Tugging out another towel she laid it close to the semi-frosted stall, before flipping on the fan and putting her necklace back on, and tucking her phone and smokes into her robe pocket.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 1:51:43 GMT -5
After a few minutes he came out, his hair damp, but hewas dressed in clean clothes of his that she had apparently stolen, because it was exactly what he would wear.
He stepped in, feeling better, looking more relaxed, a towel over his shoulder. He was angry that he had to wear that idiot cast, it was so irritating. He hated being unable to just do stuff with his arm. It drove him insane.
He walked over to her and looked down at her.
"No. Last night made me realize I should."
He replied to her question after getting out of the shower. It was the best course of action. He felt a slight more level headed. He carried the bottle of liquor he had brought over and took a long swig from it before setting it down nearby on a table.
"So what are we going to do, Selina?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 2:03:49 GMT -5
She'd went back to her bed, futzing on the large comforter with his shirt as he finished his shower. She could just feel the words burning into her skin as he stood over her.
"I didn't steal those. I bought them. They've been there, untouched, for a while." She was already on her second cigarette, which she offered to him without looking up. She'd set up their glasses, respective bottles of liquor, and an ashtray on a small side table she'd managed to pull over. That, or she had seating in her room, too.
"We're gonna talk. Then figure out if it's even plausible I answer your question. You're a fucking fed. I'm probably one of the most well connected criminals in Gotham. Batman, Bruce Wayne, Eddie. You. Some of my friends are not your friends. Can you see now why my life is not black and white? Where do we start? Last night? My love life? We have to get through it all. The least I can do is offer you the first blow."
She lit another cigarette.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 2:16:14 GMT -5
"Why does it have to come to 'blows?' " Harvey asks as he sits on the floor, his back against the bed, his shoulder against her legs. His hand he placed delicately over her booted foot.
"Everything that's worth anything seems to be complicated. You're worth something to me. Selina-"
Harvey picked up his bottle, looked at it, and just puffed on his cigarette instead. He looked up to her finally and his hand moved up to her knee.
"Look, we're both here, right now, right here. You think we got a lot to discuss, but I am tired of talking. We'll just get more and more heated. That's it. I don't care about your love life, that's your business. Last night happened, it can't be undone. Yeah, I'm a fed, I dealt mostly in intel. I'm a cop, you're a criminal, very good ones at that. What can we do? We're both in a gray area, we always have been and have always known it. What can we do?"
Harvey turned his gaze forward again, bringing the cigarette to his lips again, snapping his cast off. He growled at the cast as he tossed it to his side. He clenched his fist and released it a few times. It still hurt, but he could work around a fracture, it was in a splint under the cast anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 2:36:11 GMT -5
"Because this shit is never easy. Someone always gets hurt." She swatted half-heartedly at him. "We're both already hurt. It fucking hurt when I ran up those stairs. And Jack...and the look in your eyes. And then it was a setup." She shook her head, almost missing the table with her glass.
"I need pants on for this conversation." She mumbled, crutching over to pull on a pair of leggings under her robe, and an old worn, near threadbare ballet top she couldn't bare to throw. The extra layers already felt better, despite the silk and lace getup peeking out.
She'd shed the robe, and tossed it over her desk chair as she turned, realizing he'd cracked and taken off his cast. "You're not supposed to do that." Flipping her phone on, she sent a quick text to Nina. He needed to be healed more than she did. "I have a friend that can help, ah, expedite that."
"You're still a fucking fed. Gov't dole above and beyond what you do as a cop. What, you send intel back to Checkmate, your Kings or Queens, tell 'em you nabbed the Cat in Gotham, want to blackmail her for the Suicide Squad? Hm?" She crutched over to right in front of him, puffing on her cigarette.
"You'd die before I would work for them. I promise that on your mother's grave, Bullock." She spat, eyes narrowed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 2:42:10 GMT -5
He watched her, stayed silent as she spoke. It was those last words that made him rise to his feet.
"You think I'd blackmail you? You think I would stoop that god damn low. And then... oooohhhhh hoooooo hoooooo, you did not just say that. You really went there, didn't you? Don't you dare, ever dare, bring my mother's grave into anything. That's playin' dirty, and you know it."
His hands clenched up again, anger stirred so harshly in him. His expression was frightening, predatory, provoked.
"YOU WANNA PLAY DIRTY, KITTEN? I CAN PLAY DIRTY, I WROTE THE GOD DAMN BOOK ON IT."
He threw the bottle he'd brought in, it smashed into the wall of her bathroom nearby and shattered. The bull had been taken by the horns and he could buck hard.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 2:49:26 GMT -5
"She's a fucking saint, and kept me sane in France, asshole. And what the hell do I know, Bishop? Hm?" She hissed at him, dropping a crutch to poise and remove the boot. Her foot looked bad, but she didn't care. "Little ol' burglar me. International thief." She hissed.
"You don't name drop shit in my home, after we danced with the goddamn Clown Prince. Do you not get that?" Eyes wide, she watched the amber liquid trickle down her tile and pool.
"You don't get it. The lines I walk. You have your department and MCU, Bivins, Renee. I have nothing but smoke and fucking mirrors. And what I can keep folks captivated with. Eddie, Oswald, Batman. The fucking Bat-family trusts me, Detective. And if you want to play fucking dirty, its going to take more than a damn tossed liquor bottle to scare me."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 2:55:13 GMT -5
"We've tangoed before, Cats, you know I ain't nothin' to fuck with."
He started toward her, purpose in his steps. The closer he got the taller and bigger he got.
"C'mon, you wanna go, we can go. I've been swiped once by you, I can take it."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 3:08:09 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. Hard. She'd seen him this riled up before. Faced him and won, even. But not in her own home, not injured, not in this mindset.
"Selina. I'm not Catwoman now, and you know it." Which may have been a lie, considering how the feline was so deeply spun in her psyche.
And a big, tall man growling at her? She was an East End brat. Show her something new.
"I'm not going to hit you. And clearly, you're not either." She winked, her head inclining toward his still-healing elbow.
"So. You wanna piss off someone upstairs more by us yelling, or are we going to put the goddamn cards on the table, and fucking TALK?" She raised a hand as she went to stretch, nearly forgetting she had an audience for a second as she tensed her muscles, and released.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 3:17:04 GMT -5
Harvey let out a frustrated growl and paced before her like a lion. He just wanted to break things, but he wasn't going to break her. That was not who he was and he knew it. He stepped back to her, pressing into, hands fumbling down to her waist and lifted her, pressing her into the wall behind her.
"I already laid my cards on the table and you laid yours on the table. I don't know what else there is to talk about-"
He looked down at himself. He'd not even thought about what he'd just done, he had just done it. He looked at his hands, his arm was on fire, but he could barely feel it. He could only feel her between him and the wall. He looked her in the eye, something else in it now. The switch had been turned on and he could only feel rage and something else. Something much more decadent.
He couldn't decide whether to back off or to stay there, so he just stayed there, his heart pounding away like a war drum.
"Let's talk. What is there left to talk about? Hmm?"
His hands were at her backside, supporting her weight that wasn't against the wall, he looked down at them and to her again.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 3:34:03 GMT -5
She'd lost focus for a second. And that's all it had taken. She'd become distracted in her own home, and now...this. Blinking she could smell her soap on him. She's folding around him like this sort of embrace was not new to either of them, or causing a heated, hot flush on her neck and cheeks.
...and all she could think about was leaving her ring on the countertop in the bathroom, but she still had her necklace on. He was talking, and she tried to focus on the words, her blood boiling.
"I don't think you really think it pertinent I am aware of most sides identities, or am backdooring the whole Asylum to Batman, or know his identity, or was married before. Or the fact you're still a filthy spy, and I steal," he words had turned from shouty to a murmured purr, fingers exploring a healing face, one she knew all too well, but never touched.
And then her fingers were in his hair, anchoring him to her just as firmly as his hands were holding her to the wall. "I've drank nearly 2/3 of that bottle of Jameson, and I'm on my second pack of smokes today. What does that tell you, Detective?" She brought out for a topic of conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 3:41:01 GMT -5
"Why? Why do I have to love you? Why does it have to be you. Batman's a chump anyway, look at him. I don't want to know who he is, I can only imagine he's just some screwed up asshole, anyway."
Harvey's breath was heated as was the rest of him. He pressed into her more and hooked her good leg around him. He pressed his lips into hers, taking the risk, willing to deal with the consequences later. He'd done it the moment she'd mentioned the two packs of cigarettes, he could taste them on her, but in the best way possible.
At the same time his free hand went to hers and fumbled, pressing the ring onto her ring finger. He'd seen it in the bathroom and had taken it. Now he was giving it back.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 3:50:31 GMT -5
"Ask your mother. She always knew-" Was all she'd been able to get out before they'd kissed. Wasn't most who donned a cape or cowl or mask fucked up somehow? At least the police, to a degree, bared their flaws with honor. His heart was pounding, and she could feel it beating against her own staccato pace, curious if he had an album to match the beat.
Her mind flooded with a welcome silence when her lips met his, curling in a partial smile as she finally tasted liquor and those cigarettes of his in some sort of heady combination that tasted like the home she'd pined after for years.
He had put her ring back on, and she couldn't keep the smile from her lips as her hand reclaimed it's spot in his still damp hair, tugging.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 0:16:16 GMT -5
This is working... THIS IS WORKING? What? I'm not getting slapped?
A rumble came from somewhere deep in Harvey's throat. His lips pushed past hers and down to her neck. He gripped her more firmly. He took a handful of the silk neglige with the hand at the end of his broken arm and tugged at it while continuing to support her weight with the other arm wrapping tightly around her waist, having no problems taking on the added weight to carry.
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