Morning morning. Riddler and Twoface. (58)Harvey slowly woke, coughing gently to clear his throat, not bothering to open his eyes. He hummed gently as a soft, warm, mass squirmed in his arms, he squeezed it gently… he didn’t remember going to bed with anyone.More Like This
He inhaled gently and opened his eyes, confused by the presence in the bed.
“What… Edward…?” he quietly asked the sleeping man, feeling the smaller man pressing hard against his chest and crotch, with his burned hand cupping Edward’s cheek.
Edward’s eyes fluttered open, a soft smile on his lips, letting out a gentle moan, “…Oh, uh,” Edward suddenly shifted, moving himself from Harvey’s body, “G’morning, Harvey, sleep well?”
Harvey frowned, pushing himself up into a sitting position, “…Why are you in my bed…?”
Edward frowned, blinking sleepily, “I had a bad dream… and you kinda pulled me in.”
“Did I…?” Harvey mumbled
Meal. Riddler and Twoface. (54)Edward sat on the sofa, excited, Harvey was in the kitchen, still, the smell of odd food flowing through the apartment.More Like This
Edward was excited because Harvey was in the kitchen; the previous night Edward had confined himself to his room, to his plans. Harvey had gone to bed early, with Edward apologising profusely for having kept him up.
This would be the first meal Harvey had cooked him.
Harvey had said he was cooking some he ‘was sure Edward would like,’ but this didn’t instil him with very much hope; for the past couple of weeks he’d lived on bags of crisps and a pack of biscuits he’d been able to buy when he found a $5 note on the floor.
He’d kind of become used to that.
He’d not really thought of cooking himself something, simply picking at food, and his ice-cream. He’d been too worried about Harvey’s reaction to him being there, too worried about what had been happening, if he’d been followed.
Edward looked up as he heard Ha
Injury. Riddler and Twoface. (53)Harvey laid Edward on their sofa at home, he seemed almost delirious, he must have hit his head when those men pushed him down the stairs.More Like This
He was mumbling almost incoherently, seeming half-asleep, Harvey propped him up with some of the emerald-green cushions from Edward’s unused bed, grabbing the medical kit on his way through the apartment.
Harvey looked down at the small man; he had small lacerations over his body, one of his legs was bleeding rather badly.
He’s such a fucking idiot, look what he’s done to himself!
Shut up Twoface, I don’t think I could ever be madder at you. I cannot believe you did this.
Twoface didn’t reply.
Harvey pulled the leg of Edward’s trousers up, exposing a gash on the inside of his leg. Edward squirmed and flinched as Harvey held his leg, “Harvey, Harvey that hurts.”
“I know, Edward, I know, it’s ok, let me fix it,” Harvey said, inspecting the slice in the smaller man