Day 53: Lunch

[buryyourdemons]

There was little to be said of the daily business that went on. He allowed himself to be shuffled, mind embedded too deeply in things he shouldn't be dwelling on. The night was over, the shadows had vanished, and there was little more than bad memories to be left in their stead. This was logic, pure and simple, and should have been reassuring but

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[unheroed]

Was this girl a legitimate moron or something? Even though he'd made it clear as day that her attitude wasn't earning her any points with him, she just reacted with more sarcasm and continued to act like she deserved an answer from him. After she'd implied that he had somehow been responsible for his own injury.

The irony there was that he knew that he had played his part in what had happened to him. He'd taken risks that he shouldn't have, bolstered by his own confidence, and had been forced to pay the price for it. Worse than that, he'd dragged someone else into it, and her fate had been far more severe than his own.

Maybe that was what smarted so much about this conversation. This girl was acting like she was on top of the world, but if she wasn't careful she'd end up the same as him; she'd fall on her face because she got in over her head, and yet she wouldn't even acknowledge the possibility that that could happen.

It wasn't his problem, and he wasn't going to warn her. But it still bothered him.

"Neither am I," he pointed out as he looked her in the eye, not seeing any need to hide behind his bandages. If it had been up to him he would have walked around all day without them (what did he care if people lost their appetites at the sight of him?), but that obviously wasn't going to happen. "Love has nothing to do with this. Insulting someone to their face isn't going to make them inclined to help you, sorry to say." He would have thought someone her age would have figured that out by now.

[thatdemonbitch]

"Insulting? You call this insulting?" Boy, he musta skipped the important parts of high school if that was the case. She hadn't even gotten close to starting with the insults, this was just casual conversation for Ruby. That's how it went for her -- subtle digs, nothing but biting comments. Hell, even with Sam, everything had an edge to it. That was part of the territory.

But maybe expecting this guy to be hardened to the ways of the world and understand how life worked was too much. After all, he was disfigured, not 80, apparently he hadn't had time outside to learn his hard life lessons before he got comped a trip to Shutter Island.

"Look, princess, if I hurt your delicate feelings, I'm sorry. Really, I am. But, I'm not here to mess around and play nice, I'm here to get the facts and go. It's called being honest. So, big friggen' deal if I hurt your self image, I'm sure it's not the worst you've gotten." That much she was sure of. Whether it was to his face or not, someone was bound to have made a nastier comment. Probably someone responsible for taking care of that gaping face wound, in fact.

Empathy was a joke. No two ways about it. There was no way she was gonna suddenly start skipping through fields of flowers and offering to hold hands just because Two-Face here decided she should feel sorry for him and play nice. She gave a shrug that indicated that was all there was to it and went back to her pizza. He could cope and decide if he wanted to tell her more or not. If he didn't, though, well … she wasn't moving, and she had food to finish that was a lot more interesting than his piss poor attitude.

[unheroed]

Maybe it was true that he was taking her comments a little too personally (they barely knew each other, after all), but she still should have kept in mind that there were some people who would take it to heart even more than he had. If she hadn't taken a pot shot at the circumstances behind his injury, he probably wouldn't have cared. He'd exchanged jabs with Jason constantly, after all. But for someone to start judging him right off the bat...

This was stupid. He shoved any thoughts or hold-ups he had about what she'd said to the side for now.

"Maybe not," he said with a wry smile, "but I'm kind of shocked you haven't learned that that kind of behavior isn't going to earn you any favors." Maybe some people thought that her attitude was endearing or attractive for whatever reason, but that definitely wasn't the case for Harvey. She was just working on his last nerve at this point.

"Even if you get all the facts that you want, it doesn't mean you'll be going anywhere," he pointed out, still refusing to give the answer to her question. There were countless other people she could ask. There were tons of people here who had taken notes about anything they could find, and as far as he knew? It hadn't gotten them a thing.

[thatdemonbitch]

It was hard not to smile around a bite of pizza. Of course he'd take the bait, jump to continue the conversation when she'd made it clear that he could use that get out of jail free card and let sleeping dogs lie. It was like he was begging to drop hints for her. Slowly, she set the greasy monstrosity back on her plate and dusted her hands off a little bit, crossing them on the table in front of her and leaning in again.

"Maybe it's gotten me favors in the past. Hell, maybe you're just not hangin with the right crowds." A quirk of an expectant eyebrow as she gave a kind of challenging smirk at that. It was a good feeling, the superiority of being able to make that snide remark, even if it was probably misplaced. He'd been there for a while, and he was right: she should be doing everything she could to get in his good graces.

But, he was still talking, wasn't he? Vinegar would at least get his attention. The honey would be added as necessary at a later date. That was how she operated, and it had done her pretty well so far.

"You sound like a guy who's got a lot of facts, though. So, color me interested. You decide to cut the uptight hermit crap, I'm Ruby. Figure the bulletin's speedy enough to get ahold of me if you decide you want to. But, trust me, sweetheart, you got no idea where I'm capable of getting. Place like this, I figured you'd have learned to not let a pretty face fool ya." It was like her own private way of sharing that she wasn't useless. She wasn't going to open her heart and have some hippie, hand-holding kumbaya, but she had her own experiences to bring to the table that, she felt, definitely kept her from being just another brick in the wall.

[unheroed]

While Harvey didn't think he wanted to be anywhere near a crowd where acting like a jerk got you places, he also realized that that was probably exactly where he'd be headed if he ever ended up back in Gotham. He couldn't really show his face (go ahead, laugh) in decent society anymore, so getting elbow-deep in the underground was going to be the way to go. Which meant that he was going to have to get used to the sort of shit that Jason and this girl pulled.

It was just that part of him still had that noble, do-the-right-thing in mind. But it was over and dead, and he knew that he was going to have to accept that eventually. He knew it made no sense to get all uppity when someone made a jab at him while also being willing to shoot someone in the face if they didn't fit his moral compass, but... that was what being two-faced was about, wasn't it?

Though as she continued to talk, he started to feel like she was getting onto the right track. He didn't care about her name so much, but now she was at least trying to prove her worth, along with acknowledging that yeah, he knew more than she did. He eyed her for a moment before slowing nodding his head as he took another sip of his shake.

"I'm Harvey," he started. "And it's not your pretty face that's got me questioning your ability. I just think you're overestimating how much you can do here, but you'll get it eventually." He'd had to fall on his face a few times before he'd gotten the picture, but it had happened eventually. "So, tell me, why would I want to get a hold of you? Aren't you more interested in what I have to offer?" He could play this game. He knew how to use words to his advantage, after all.

[thatdemonbitch]

Oooh, bargaining. Something she was familiar with -- place like this, it was downright reassuring to have him trying to level with her. Unfortunately, she had a lot less to offer here than other places. No information on seals, on Lilith, on Hell -- it didn't matter in a parallel dimension anyway, did it? There was on telling that this place even had an access pass to the Pit, especially if Dean had rolled up.

But no demon was left with zero chips on the board. And even if she wasn't sure how limited she'd be -- the fact that Harvey had pinpointed that one unsettled her a little, but she didn't let it show -- she knew it wouldn't be beyond the point of usefulness. Nothing was gonna put her beyond the point of usefulness as long as she still had the six hundred years' worth of work with a knife and a kid eager to provide one.

"Because, Harvey," she emphasized his name as she spoke in an almost catty way, as if she were holding it over him somehow that she'd gotten that much out of him. It was a success -- a small one, but it proved that he wasn't some kind of vault. "I take the honor code very seriously. You scratch my back and not only will I scratch yours, but I'll do what I can to make sure nothing else on you gets a scratch."

Demon informants, Ruby didn't hesitate to kill. Hell, most humans didn't matter either, but she was in short supply here and the fact that Harvey was obviously toting some serious experience wasn't going missed. She'd pay her dues in bodyguard duty if she had to. The guy obviously wasn't built for fighting, but she was. She'd been strung up and carved into an animal made to do just that.

"Believe it or not, I'm good at what I do. I've been doin it a long time. Place like this? You could use a girl like me on your team. But, I'm not expecting you to take my word for it, and I'm sure as hell not gonna sit here trying to convince you. Which is why all I'm saying is that when you come around, you can come around."

[unheroed]

While the way she'd used his name was enough to pluck at his nerves, he didn't so mind so long as she didn't start calling him Harv. That was somehow the thing that got to him the most, if only by association. Jason had done it, and that strange man in the library had done it. Basically, anyone who was from Gotham and he was uncertain about had done it. He didn't need some girl who had no idea of who he truly was using it too.

Even if she started to explain that she had a certain code that she followed when it came to working with people, Harvey still had to acknowledge that she could be lying through her teeth. The fact that she kept that cover of sarcasm and confidence up no matter what she was talking about meant that it was hard to tell if she was speaking lies or truths.

Granted, if she was lying, it would become clear rather quickly, and then he could just make sure to never associate with her again. The real question here was if it was worth the risk. Harvey knew that he had a shortage of allies, and Ruby seemed like the sort of person who would turn a blind eye to some of his less admirable qualities. That was what he'd liked about Jason, for instance. It was tiring having to watch himself when he was around someone like Jones, he had to admit.

He didn't need to come across as desperate, though, mainly because he wasn't. He'd made progress here; it just hadn't really gotten him anywhere. He'd seen and experienced plenty of things, but none of that had led him any closer to escape. That was the real problem, and that was what Ruby would eventually realize for herself.

"Fair enough," he said after a pause. "If you're so resourceful then I'm going to assume you've already got plans for tonight." So did he, but he could have invited her along to come with him and Jones -- though he wasn't sure what the other man would have thought of her. "Still, maybe another time." He wasn't going to say no to some extra help. For now, he'd wait and see just how long she lasted here.

[thatdemonbitch]

She knew concession when she saw it, and Harvey seemed to at least partially admit to himself that there was a good chance that she was right in making her claims about her own usefulness. Place like this, allies who could handle themselves were probably in short supply -- that much she could guess from the sheer number of kids running around. They couldn't all be Roxases. There was a smug air to her actions as she took a final bite of her pizza, dusting off her hands a little.

"All booked up," she confirmed, choosing not to clarify beyond that. Ruby wasn't exactly the type to go around showing all of her cards -- just the ones she needed to show to be taken seriously. Vague claims and curt assertions would get her much further, and there was no telling how information flowed in a place like this.

She stood up, grabbing her tray in a dismissive way that indicated she was putting an end to this conversation here and now, understandable considering there wasn't much they were gonna give each other until they were at less of a stand still. Her peace had been made, and it seemed he'd given all he was ready to. Time to mull it over and a chance for her to rack up favors were the next step, which meant she could dump her tray and get outta there.

"Be seein' ya, Big Guy."

There wasn't a question to it. They'd be back here again and when they were, she'd get something more out of him than a vague handwave and body language indicators as to how long he'd been there and how much he knew. That much, she was determined for.

[unheroed]

The fact that she withheld what she was doing with her night actually didn't bother Harvey as much as some of the other things that she'd said. He hadn't offered his own information about the coming night, after all, and he'd only asked if she had plans, not what they were. It seemed that she'd decided the conversation was over, though, which was just as well. He'd had enough of her for now, that was for sure.

Like Jason, it seemed that Ruby was better taken in small doses. It seemed odd that he was relating someone like her to that punk kid, but he didn't want to think too hard about it. He didn't really want to acknowledge that maybe Jason had filled a role that he'd taken for granted until he'd left.

He stood up from the table not long after Ruby, more than happy to be ending things. The shift also seemed to be tying up, so they were more or less on schedule.

He didn't know what the "Big Guy" thing was about, but all he did was nod to her and give a half-hearted wave as he scooted his way toward the Music Room.