It isn't fair, Harvey knows.

Just another human being, just another piece of meat, no more special than the others. And yet here he is, giving him preferential treatment, wasting time on him that could be better spent saving (burning) his city. Here he is, tirelessly researching possibilities for Judah's case, staying up and talking him through ( Read more... )

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... )

Judah does yoga in the mornings ( Read more... )

After taking care of that, Harvey goes back to bed for a few hours.

When he gets up again, around six AM, he fixes himself coffee and breakfast, listening to the settling of the old warehouse, and the hushed sounds of the city outside it. All his gifts are sent -- a collection of Gotham Times crosswords for Eddie, a good pair of dark sunglasses ( Read more... )

It isn't exactly Wayne's penthouse suite, or his little brownstone, or any glamourous villain's retreat (no matter how much Eddie might romanticise this whole gig). It's a dank little squatter's hideaway in a condemned apartment building -- dark and lacking any utilities, and he had to scare off two addicts when they first broke in ( Read more... )

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... )

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... )

When Harvey Dent was seven years old, he pushed another boy off the jungle gym, just to see what would happen. He doesn't remember, these twenty-odd years later, the boy's name, or how badly he was hurt. (He doesn't remember how he just watched him lay there, screaming, until the boy's mother came running up, and he finally realised he might get ( Read more... )

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