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... )

Follows this post.Though Nadine fell asleep with relative ease once he managed to convince her that the Scarecrow was nowhere in the vicinity, Harvey had a more difficult time. All he could see was Duela’s little face, brows knit with worry and confusion, peeking out of her bedroom door. He was both thankful and regretful that she’d gone back ( Read more... )

Harvey wasn't sure how many minutes--hours?--had gone by since Crane left Nadine's apartment. He'd flipped the damn coin more times than he could remember. Now, as he sat on the couch--he let out a little laugh--now he'd turned to a higher authority ( Read more... )

Harvey woke up with a start. He'd slept so heavily that he barely budged all night and now, for reasons he couldn't explain, maybe due to some internal alarm, the former district attorney sat up in bed, heart racing. He never remembered having these starts - it wasn't the first time it happened - until after the explosion. More precisely, he ( Read more... )

Harvey wasn't sure how he ended up back at the motel. He knew Gotham City well enough, so it was a fair guess that he had gone there from the old apartment by memory. After working the card key on the door of the room he'd rented for Nadine and himself, he went in. Tired and numb, he shrugged out of his suit jacket, then glanced toward the bed, ( Read more... )

It was easy to get by the receptionist. He had a brand new suit and a new fedora. He flashed her a smile, not letting her see the bad side of his face, hat pulled down, and he was past her. Ten years in prison may have aged him - his hair was more gray than blond these days, there were more crinkles around his eyes, and he was a tad more jowly ( Read more... )