"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... )

“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... )

*repeated coinflip - ting, ting* Can't decide...

1. Flipping my coin.
2. Making sure things occur in twos.
3. Firing my gun.

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables?

( Twenty years ago, the suburban subdivision was brand new. It was one of those gated communities with three-car garages, pools in every backyard and a ridiculous amount of square footage per two-story home. He remembered the afternoon like it was yesterday. )

Harvey wasn’t sure how he ended up outside of the warehouse building on his own accord.  He’d been in blind rages before, but this -he could hardly see straight.  His vision was single-minded.  He saw no street signs or other cars on the road.   All he saw was one man, lanky, looming in his mind

He heard no honking horns or sirens, smelled no ( Read more... )