You've reached the Gotham City District Attorney's Office.  No one is available to take your call.  If you wish to leave a message for Harvey Dent, please stay on the line and wait for the tone.  For a directory of Assistant District Attorneys, press "2".  If you have an actual emergency, please use the Bat Signal hang up and dial the Gotham City ( Read more... )

Harvey Dent pressed the gun to Jim Gordon’s chest without hesitation, staring into the other man’s eyes ( Read more... )

Harvey watched Duela drive away before turning to head back to the house. It was a short walk, but he took his time, not wanting to go back in right away, though he knew he needed to. When he reached the door, he sighed heavily before turning the knob and going in.

He left the apartment very early that morning, slipping out in the darkness, blending as he liked to do these days, with the shadows ( Read more... )

Harvey puttered around the house, waiting for Nadine to wake up from her nap. He wasn't sure when she'd be up -- it seemed like she slept in longer intervals lately -- and there wasn't a lot to do. No leaky faucets or broken doorknobs. If Dalia were still at home, he'd talk to her...but she'd moved out months ago and hardly visited - at least ( Read more... )

"If I had the Devlin files, I'd have more leverage," Harvey told Nadine one night as they were lying in bed. He said it casually - it wasn't a question or a demand - just a statement, and a fact. If he had the files, there were several Gotham City criminals who he'd have information on ( Read more... )

Harvey looked down at the slight blond woman who was curled up beside him in bed. He'd been silent since they finished, unable to think of the right words. He hadn't explained his change in mood at all - just came home with dinner and a briefcase full of cash (which she didn't know about...but that she probably should, since some of it was for ( Read more... )

“Don’t worry about it, don’t worry about it,” the Chechen repeated into his cell phone, waving his hand in a dismissive fashion at the person on the other end of the line. As he did, ashes from the cigarette he held flickered to the ground. He made his way out of a nightclub that he owned. With the deaths of Maroni and Gambol, business was quite ( Read more... )

[A set-up for a larger entry to follow.]The rain wouldn’t stop. Harvey felt like a caged animal, pacing back and forth across Nadine’s apartment while she was at work. It was nearly a month since the first night he’d stayed. He didn’t know how he was going to make a living or even simply live his life, but he knew he couldn’t stay cooped up much ( Read more... )

[Written for arkhams_dr as part of my Fic Requests post.]

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