(Upload) Stockholm Syndrome, it didn't take
I'm in prompt four of my self challenge to write Bruce in all my possible/plausible slash pairings, this being Jason Blood. I don't have any idea of what to write, but as I was looking at the previous 3, (Superman, Harvey Dent and Oliver Queen) I just had to dismiss my entry for Harvey. It is not what I wanted for Harv, even if it is a fic I would like to read, it's... ah, well. It didn't work out, so I wrote a new one. I like the new one better, but I decided what the hell, I'll post the old one anyway, sasha_anu had already been kind enough to beta it.
So here it is. I don't like it, but what can a girl do, sometimes kidnapping love turns out wrong :) All the prompts are one word page long, to keep me from going crazy on one pairing. So even if I'm not pleased with it, it's short! so the pain will end quickly :)
Fandom: DC animated-verse
Pairing: Harvey/Two-Face/Bruce
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Batman is kidnapped and rescue never comes.
Author notes: As I said, I want to read this story, but this take on it I didn't like. Bruce is too helpless and there's... something wrong about it, I don't know what (probably Bruce's voice, ugh). So feel free to tell me what it is, if you see it.
Stockholm Syndrome
All his knowledge of psychology and human nature couldn’t help him in this matter. He understood that part of his reaction towards his captor, the part that was needful and sparkled with desire, was partially a product of his dependence on him.
He had been tied and kept in a cell at the beginning, his survival depending completely on Harvey. Food, water, light. At first that had been all.
Later, he had depended on Harvey to keep him sane. Friendly conversation or angry name-calling, it didn’t matter. He had been the only thing to break the silence of the cell, which soon became the only thing he could feel. Cold stonewalls, damp floors, vitiated air, darkness.
One day, Harvey entered the cell and stared at him in silence for a long, long time. It had been months or more, he could no longer properly mark the passage of time, since he had unmasked him. Batman. Bruce Wayne. Enemy and Friend. Bruce knew Two Face had found the dichotomy as enraging as it was amusing. Two Face had flipped the coin, and something had been decided, to appease Harvey, maybe, or to torture him further. Bruce didn’t really know.
Harvey became his only connection with the world, his only source of news, of human contact. It was impossible to keep his balance, never knowing whether Harvey would lend him a friendly hand or if Two Face might shoot him and throw him into the cell again.
As it turned out, Harvey told him, Two Face had flipped for his life. He could have died that day and everything would have ended.
Instead he had been taken to a bedroom. He had been cleaned, touched and taken care of. Harvey had held him for a while, letting him sleep.
Later, it hadn’t been just sex, not exactly. Harvey was as much a prisoner as he was, probably worse. Harvey, his friend, the man he had sworn to crusade against crime with, was a captive of his own mind, living under the pressure of the Two Face personality and the guilt of his crimes. It was Harvey reaching out to him as much as Bruce himself reached out to Harvey.
Bruce could have refused then, and could have refused all the times after that. He always gave in, though, to either the tender apologies of Harvey or to the sadistic demands of Two Face. He believed that maybe, now that he was close, he could reach him and bring him back. Maybe he could change him.
Perhaps he depended on Harvey, but a part of him had always loved the man. And right now all they had was each other.
So here it is. I don't like it, but what can a girl do, sometimes kidnapping love turns out wrong :) All the prompts are one word page long, to keep me from going crazy on one pairing. So even if I'm not pleased with it, it's short! so the pain will end quickly :)
Fandom: DC animated-verse
Pairing: Harvey/Two-Face/Bruce
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Batman is kidnapped and rescue never comes.
Author notes: As I said, I want to read this story, but this take on it I didn't like. Bruce is too helpless and there's... something wrong about it, I don't know what (probably Bruce's voice, ugh). So feel free to tell me what it is, if you see it.
Stockholm Syndrome
All his knowledge of psychology and human nature couldn’t help him in this matter. He understood that part of his reaction towards his captor, the part that was needful and sparkled with desire, was partially a product of his dependence on him.
He had been tied and kept in a cell at the beginning, his survival depending completely on Harvey. Food, water, light. At first that had been all.
Later, he had depended on Harvey to keep him sane. Friendly conversation or angry name-calling, it didn’t matter. He had been the only thing to break the silence of the cell, which soon became the only thing he could feel. Cold stonewalls, damp floors, vitiated air, darkness.
One day, Harvey entered the cell and stared at him in silence for a long, long time. It had been months or more, he could no longer properly mark the passage of time, since he had unmasked him. Batman. Bruce Wayne. Enemy and Friend. Bruce knew Two Face had found the dichotomy as enraging as it was amusing. Two Face had flipped the coin, and something had been decided, to appease Harvey, maybe, or to torture him further. Bruce didn’t really know.
Harvey became his only connection with the world, his only source of news, of human contact. It was impossible to keep his balance, never knowing whether Harvey would lend him a friendly hand or if Two Face might shoot him and throw him into the cell again.
As it turned out, Harvey told him, Two Face had flipped for his life. He could have died that day and everything would have ended.
Instead he had been taken to a bedroom. He had been cleaned, touched and taken care of. Harvey had held him for a while, letting him sleep.
Later, it hadn’t been just sex, not exactly. Harvey was as much a prisoner as he was, probably worse. Harvey, his friend, the man he had sworn to crusade against crime with, was a captive of his own mind, living under the pressure of the Two Face personality and the guilt of his crimes. It was Harvey reaching out to him as much as Bruce himself reached out to Harvey.
Bruce could have refused then, and could have refused all the times after that. He always gave in, though, to either the tender apologies of Harvey or to the sadistic demands of Two Face. He believed that maybe, now that he was close, he could reach him and bring him back. Maybe he could change him.
Perhaps he depended on Harvey, but a part of him had always loved the man. And right now all they had was each other.