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Post by Olivia Hale on Feb 10, 2011 5:12:58 GMT
((Set after News Travels Fast))
It was with a hint of trepidation that Olivia moved in with Harvey. Living with someone who was certifiably insane was crazy enough, but doing so after sleeping with his best friend? Olivia seriously wondered if she had a subconscious death wish.
Her small apartment had been easy to empty. Most large items were being packaged and stored with the hope of being sold later, but her clothes and bathroom items needed to move with her. Olivia hadn't realized how much random crap she had accumulated in her few years in that apartment.
She was in her new bedroom with all of her clothes laid out on the bed trying to figure out where to put things. Combining wardrobes was harder than she had expected it to be.
She sighed heavily and called out to Harvey (or Two-Face. She'd been in the bedroom fussing for so long she really wasn't sure who was occupying the shared body at this point). "Would you mind giving me a hand? I don't want to screw up your organizational system or anything."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Feb 10, 2011 21:16:39 GMT
Two-Face stalked back and forth as he snapped orders into the phone. "The hit man wants HOW MUCH?" he bellowed. "What the hell is happening out there? Ever since Deadshot went to jail, it's practically armed robbery in this town. I'm not paying that. Get the Tally Man to do it. Yes, I know he's a dick, but he's good. And he's cheaper."
He heard Olivia calling from the other room, but he chose to ignore her and carried on ranting at his lieutenant. He heard her call again, and scowled. "Hold on a second, Del."
He marched into the master bedroom where Olivia was dithering over a pile of clothes heaped on the bed and glared at her. "Shut the goddamn hell up, I'm working here!"
He turned his back, slammed the bedroom door behind him and went back to his phone call.
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Post by Olivia Hale on Feb 10, 2011 21:23:12 GMT
Olivia blinked. Well, that certainly answered her question as to who was currently out. "Well fuck you too!" She called back, yanking open a drawer with more force than was strictly necessary.
Two-Face shouting always managed to get Olivia worked up quicker than pretty much anything else. She knew she shouldn't really take it personally, but having your boyfriend randomly decide to be nasty to you was exhausting and irritating.
Everything would be fine. Two-Face would go back to liking her and they'd all live happily ever after.
Olivia snorted and dumped a stack of shirts into the open drawer. Living happily ever after was as bad as expecting a pig to walk up to her, say hello and then fly off.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Feb 11, 2011 20:18:37 GMT
Two-Face turned back when he heard Olivia's reply, glaring at the door. As soon as he had finished his call he stamped back to the bedroom, throwing open the door and fixing her with his bloodshot gaze. "What did you say to me?" he snarled.
It was bad enough that she was moving in - When Harvey's personal life was in a better state than his own, he knew things had got really messed up - but he was not going to take this type of disrespect.
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Post by Olivia Hale on Feb 11, 2011 20:25:23 GMT
Olivia had been hanging one of her few dresses in the closet when Two-Face stormed in. She swallowed thickly before turning to face him. He was pissed.
She took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest. "You heard me. If you had told me you were going to be on the phone I wouldn't have bothered you. I'm just trying to make this transition as easy as possible and don't want to step on anyone's toes. Now, I'm going to finish unpacking if you don't mind."
Olivia huffily grabbed a suit jacket and shoved it in the closet, any semblance of a good mood gone. This should be an exciting occasion, not a shouting match.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Feb 11, 2011 20:37:54 GMT
He stepped towrds her, eyes narrowing. "This is my apartment, and my work. You forget, I don't have to run anything by you. You might have Harvey whipped but I am not Harvey."
He sat down on Harvey's side of the bed and pu his feet up on the covers. "But hey, at least you've got spirit."
He picked up a stray bra, decided it didn't have enough lace or extra bits to interest him, and tossed it aside.
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Post by Olivia Hale on Feb 11, 2011 20:42:42 GMT
Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "Then please don't snap at me for trying to talk to you! I didn't know you were on the phone, sorry."
She watched him examine and then toss aside one of her bras. After shooting him a withering glance, she went over and picked it up. She tossed it back onto the pile with the rest of her underwear as she peeked in the other drawers in the room.
"You don't happen to know where Harvey wants me to put these, do you? Some input would be very much appreciated."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Feb 11, 2011 21:02:16 GMT
Two-Face shrugged, the gestured vaguely towards the chest in the corner. "I dunno. But I think he said he cleared those drawers over there for you."
He idly started picking through her clothes, holding up a black pencil skirt. "That's nice." He found a demure-looking cream blouse. "And that's crap."
He lost interest in the pile of clothes and glanced around. "Got any really high heels? Joker had these amazing red patent leather ones... he knew I can't resist patent leather."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Feb 11, 2011 21:06:08 GMT
"Thanks." Olivia said, shaking her head and carrying a pile of clothes over to the chest. She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder. "What are you, the fashion police? Just because something has more material than a dish rag doesn't make it crap."
She turned to face him once more, eyebrows practically in her hairline. "I...I don't even know what to say. No, I don't have any 'really' high heels. You know how clumsy I am. And...the thought of him in heels is just..."
She shook her head and went to retrieve the pile of underwear from the bed. For someone who had seemed so broken up about his split from Joker, Two-Face sure brought him up a lot.
A disturbing memory surfaced and she winced. "Don't even bother asking about a nurse's outfit because I don't have that either. And do we have to keep talking about him? Seeing him in that stupid outfit was bad enough without having to relive it on a regular basis."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Feb 13, 2011 22:52:11 GMT
Two-Face toyed idly with the lace on the edge of one of her camisoles. "More the fashion mob actually. This is my version of a protection racket. Anyway, you should dress smarter. We're powerful guys, if you want to be seen out with us you should look the part. Though Harvey will probably go all sappy and tell you he loves you just as you are."
He coolly returned her shocked look as she remembered the shoes. "Well, get some."
He shifted slightly as Olivia snapped at him about Joker, feeling the familiar resentment and anger rise in him "Yeah. We have to keep talking about him. If you're moving in, you have to learn to live with it."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Feb 13, 2011 23:04:32 GMT
Olivia's jaw clenched. "There's nothing wrong with the way I dress. You don't have to be so stuck up, its not like I'm going to any of your stupid mob meetings. I refuse to dress like your escort or something." She paused and then sighed. "Okay, I don't have the best clothes but that's not my fault. Bills are more important than nice dresses."
She rolled her eyes. "No. Contrary to popular Two-Face belief, you can't tell me what to or to not buy."
She met his darkening gaze with only a small trill of nerves. "I don't have to learn to live with anything." She said quietly, sinking onto the bed to lean against the low footboard. "You have to get over it. It really isn't fair to me when everything I say about him is going to piss you off. Not to sound too harsh but...Two-Face, you two aren't together anymore. If you want to move forward you're going to have to accept that fact.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Feb 13, 2011 23:30:53 GMT
Two-face shrugged. "Harvey will buy you anything you want, you know that."
He watched as she sat down opposite him, his mouth twisting as she spoke.
"You don't get it, Kid. I accepted it the moment he tried to slit my throat because he couldn't bear the way he felt about me, and because he'd rather see me dead than with someone else. 'If I can't have you, noone can.' That's what he said."
He leaned forwards slightly, eyes dark. "If Harvey ever puts a gun to your head, maybe you'll understand where I'm coming from."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Feb 13, 2011 23:46:15 GMT
"I know." Olivia said moodily. "I just don't want him to. I don't want to be a kept woman."
Two-Face's words frightened her more than she'd let on. If she ever decided to leave Harvey, would he try to kill her? Had she signed her fate when she slept with Bruce?
Desperate to find some comfort, Olivia reached out and touched Two-Face's knee. Perhaps helping him would cheer both of them up. "I'm sorry, Two-Face. What happened was...unfair, to say the least. You deserve to be with someone who can actually accept their feelings."
She was silent for a long moment, eying him with interest. "We're going to make this work. If...if you can exercise a bit more tact then I think we'll be okay. I don't want to piss you off. I'm just apparently really good at it."
She repositioned herself to lay on her stomach and rested on her elbows. "What do you want from me, exactly? I doubt you have any real desire to be intimate with me. I'm..I mean..." She flushed slightly and looked down. "I enjoyed Thanksgiving quite a bit. I know you're into...stuff Harvey isn't. I just...I really can't stand the idea of living here with you hating me, you know? That just sucks."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Feb 14, 2011 20:44:29 GMT
He pulled irritably away from her touch. "Deserve?" he questioned, his smirk becomign a bitter sneer. "What does 'deserve' have to do with anything? Anyway, most people would say I deserve nothing a padded cell at best and a date with a lethal injection at worst." His eyes darkened. "And since when was life fair, especially when it comes to love?"
A faint humour sparked in his eyes as he watched Olivia struggle over her words, enjoying the slight blush on her cheeks. "I don't hate you, Kid. I certainly don't love you, but I don't hate you. You have your time with Harvey, and I have mine."
He was silent for a moment, looking into her eyes. "You want to know how I really feel about you? I think you're bound for an ugly end. I've never met anyone so damn earnest about doing good in the world. This city isn't kind to those sort of dreams, Kid, Look what happened to Harvey."
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