Date Night [Harlivia]

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

The thought of the Tally Man sitting in the Dent's dining room was a disturbing one. Harvey digested this in silence for a moment, until the mental pictures became too bizarre to contemplate.

Harvey smiled and leaned forwards, kissing Olivia lightly on the corner of her mouth. "The job's yours. Especially if you wear the heels while we're negotiaitng pay arrangements..." he murmured.

He smiled widely at her tirade. "Just lucky, I guess. Anyway, I wouldn't say I'm the most powerful. One of a handful, certainly, but I don't like this Cobblepot guy one bit. Have you heard of him? Big guy with a cigarette holder, owns that nightclub downtown the Iceberg Lounge. He's got links - very influential links. We're going to have to keep an eye on him."

He squeezed her hand again and looked over the wine list. "More champane, or a bottle of red?"

[Olivia Hale]

"Just the heels? I think that can be arranged, Mr. Dent." Olivia said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Since they'd made the decision to bring little devils into their family, they'd had to get very creative with their 'alone' time. Luckily for the Dents, both adults had some rather inspired ideas for relieving their tension. Olivia's current favorite had been the time they'd snuck up to the roof for Harvey to smoke. With the cool night air on their bare skin combining with the sights and sounds of Gotham in the dead of night, it had been quite an experience.

She shrugged, taking another bite of bread. "Maybe we should just head down their after dinner. Its always better to meet someone and be friendly about it first. We could be all 'Oh hey, we're the motherfucking Dents and are gracing you with our presence. You should be honored that we actually took the time to come down and meet you instead of just burning your club to the ground'. I think it would go over superbly."

She ran her delicate fingers over the bottom of his hand, right above the starting point of his wrist. "A bottle of red, I think. Are you ready to order? I'll take that nice chicken dish and we could split some tapas. Work for you, handsome?"

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Harvey gave a dark smile and leaned acrossto press another light kiss at the other corner of his wife's lips. "Oh yes," he murmured, "Just the heels."

He gazed into middle distance, considering. "It's tempting... but no. No work tonight. We'll go during the week. I'll arrange some kind of meeting with this Cobblepot for the morning afterwards. It'll doubly freak him out."

He squeezed her hand again. "You know what they call him? The Penguin."

"I think so, yes." he smiled. "How long has it been since we managed to get out like this? I've missed it."

Harvey put down the menu and signalled to a waiter who had been hovering just out of sight.