So, the last weekend of May, Harvey's finally transferred back to Arkham, from Gotham General. It takes a little longer before he's able to go back out into the common areas of the asylum, again, just on account of his face still healing, but eventually... yeah, he gets rec room and library privileges back ( Read more... )

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Harvey knows he shouldn't be this upset about Judah's plans, about your cousin says he'll see you in April, late March. This is how things work, into Arkham and out of Arkham and in again, one side of the door to the other -- like a coin-toss, long soaring arcs divided by noise and the sting of silver against skin, the whole goddamn point of the ( Read more... )

They started checking every morning, to be sure that he'd swallowed his pills. So he started making himself throw them up, once the orderlies had left. (So what if it irritated his face? The nerves were mostly dead on that side, anyway.) That lasted all of a day, until someone checked the cameras after breakfast. That evening, instead of a ( Read more... )

Harvey can put up with a lot of things. Being dragged away from his Halloween celebrations and sent back to Arkham? Sure. The food and the medication and the thousand other little indignities that go along with this? Fine.

But now, they've taken his fucking coin. And that, he accepts with considerably less grace than usual. Which may explain ( Read more... )

Taste

Someone asked me this. Months ago. I didn't get to answer it then.

It tasted like licking a bloody grill. Sometimes it still tastes like that.

((Prompt stolen from on_thecouch, which I am not in fact a member of.))

So, here he is. A month and -- almost two months after he woke up in a basement cell in Arkham Asylum, he's finally getting to see a lawyer, finally getting to go to trial. He made a requestfor someone from his old firm, the one he worked for before he went into civil service, and when the news came back that one of the partners, Lars Bensuhn, ( Read more... )

What makes you happy/laugh?

Talking to people. Long, intelligent discussions.

Reading the paper. Or a good book.

Finishing a project. Winning a hard case.

Researching Gotham's history.

Going for a run.

A fresh cup of coffee.

The view from my window at sunset.

Life. As often as not.

((Prompt stolen from on_thecouch, which I am not in fact a ( Read more... )

Harvey finds himself grateful once more that the Arkham staff are as incompetent (or more likely, just apathetic) as they are, as he sits in the library, sometime around sixish. He's returned the books he borrowed (and stashed a few extras in the shelves -- he hopes the other patients are fond of constitutional law), and is now sitting at a table ( Read more... )

Harvey finds himself surprised by how easy it is. Waiting until lights out, until Eddie is asleep and the latest orderly round has just gone by. Turning toward the wall, covering his body with the thin little blanket, and his head with what's left of his newspaper. (The orderlies should probably say something about him hiding his face, but they ( Read more... )