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Post by Matthew Reid on Oct 18, 2010 19:58:03 GMT
((If Matthew was to take up Harvey's offer of work.))
It had been three months since Matthew had started his new job. Needless to say, it wasn't the most normal job he'd ever had, but this was Gotham. Nothing was normal here. Walking into the room with the boss, Matthew gave a small, soft smile. He may have been here for 12 weeks, but that didn't mean he was completely over his slight nerves. He still couldn't believe that he was in a white, three-piece suit with his grey/black plaid converses. Most of the other people (mostly men) who worked in this lot wore the more 'normal' suits of black and white with matching shoes.
Pondering the reasons behind many things, Matthew crossed his arms over his ribs. He wasn't sure why exactly Harvey had wanted to see him, minus his job, but whatever the reason, he was glad that the room was partially empty when he entered, Matthew hated being in the room with all of Harvey's various goons. The whole lot of them were, in Matthew's silent opinion, mindless apes dressed in suits... He was looking at the floor before looking at Harvey and stopping.
"Y-You wanted to see me?" He asked, his hands moving to his trouser pockets in an attempt at not seeming so distant.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Oct 18, 2010 20:51:40 GMT
Harvey Dent looked up from his seat behind the desk and waved Matthew inside his office.
"I did, yes. Come on in. Want some coffee?" he span his desk chair around 180 degrees and poured himself a fresh cup from the steaming pot in the corner. All Harvey's henchmen learned very quickly that fresh roasted arabica was as important to the Dent operation as were bullets and semi-automatics.
Harvey indicated the chair opposite, and leaned back in his seat. He was silent for a moment as he looked over Matthew's still faintly nervous posture, then nodded ot the door.
"Give us a moment, guys."
The others filed out quietly, the last of them shutting the door to Harvey's office behind him.
Harvey reached into a desk drawer and remoed a stack of bills, tossing them across the desk to Matthew.
"That's your bonus. The psych profile you drew up on whereto look for the man ratting to the GCPD was spot on. We got him. He won't be talking to them again. Or anyone else for that matter."
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Post by Matthew Reid on Oct 18, 2010 21:08:01 GMT
Politely declining Harvey's offer of coffee, Matthew sat and hid the amused smile at the other men scuttling from the room. When Harvey threw the money on the desk, Matthew inclined his head slightly. As long as he ignored the death in this job, things were good. He picked up the bills.
"Thank you..." He said just loud enough for Harvey to hear. It was how he normally spoke unless there was something major, epic important. He didn't actually think it was worth that much money, when he'd taken a proper look at how much was there, but that didn't mean that he'd decline or complain. Hell no. It was probably more than he'd get in a normal job (he never really counted until he got home) and he was pretty grateful for it.
Now silent, Matthew waited to see if there was anything else that Harvey wanted and began picking softly at the sleeve of his jacket while looking at the desk. He really did not like looking people in the eye... It was... Uncomfortable, to say the least.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Oct 18, 2010 23:45:33 GMT
Harvey considered him through half-lidded eyes, his chair swivelling back and forth in half circles.
"You're still nervous of me, aren't you?" he hasked finally. "That's a good thing. It shows you're still sane."
He lapsed into silence for a moment. "Do you ever regret leaving Arkham, Matthew? Coming to work for me? You have to admit the pay is better... and at least I'm upfront about the more unsavoury aspects of the business."
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Post by Matthew Reid on Oct 19, 2010 15:40:19 GMT
Matthew shrugged in answer to Harvey's first question. Perhaps he was a little nervous about Harvey. It was probably the fact that this man, who had half a face and enough power to get away with murder, was his boss. And when the thoughts of the amount of power this guy had entered Matthew's mind, he did tend to go a little nervous and it made him realise just how much it seemed like he was treading on eggshells to not annoy the man.
At Harvey's second question, Matthew thought for a moment. The pay was better, no denying that, but Arkham was comfortable for Matthew. He'd been working in asylums since he'd started working and found them normal for him. He was used to them. Sometimes, maybe he did regret it. Despite the amount of lying and black mail that went on there, and the amount of complete shit, it was still somewhere he felt more like home than.. Well... Home.
"Sometimes..." He answered. "Don't get me wrong, this is... Well... Different. But I'm more used to asylums than criminal undergrounds." He told Harvey, looking at the man's face and letting his gaze drift slightly to the uninjured side, it made it easier for Matthew to talk normally if he looked at the normal half of Harvey's face. He gave a shrug. "But I don't miss the stuff that happened there... That still happens. The guards, the other doctors, some of the patients." He still called the inmates 'patients', it was habit by now and most of the time he didn't even notice himself doing it.
For a moment, Matthew considered a question and, looking at the money in his hands, Matthew decided carefully on the words he used. "D'you ever miss your old life? When you were fighting all of this?" He asked softly, looking at Harvey to see his reaction. "If you don't mind my curiousity..." He muttered, feeling that maybe Harvey wouldn't want to answer that, but only thinking this after asking.
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