Oasis

[Olivia Hale]

Olivia reentered the room with a tray of soup and tea just as Two-Face got comfortable with Joker. She cringed. "Well isn't this cozy? I suppose the near-drowning was just foreplay."

She unfolded the legs of the tray so it stood on its own on the bed. "Please try not to spill anything. The soup isn't too terribly hot but it's enough to be uncomfortable. Not to mention that fact that I'd end up cleaning it because the two of you are useless."

Her gaze locked on Two-Face and she felt a pang of jealousy. It was one thing to know that the man she was in love with spent half his time with someone else but it was another all together to actually see them together. She vaguely wondered if she would have fallen so quickly for Bruce if both Harveys had shown her affection.

She shook her head and started to walk into the bathroom to clean up the mess. "I can't believe you're cuddling with him after he tried to kill you. You two are pathetic."

[The Joker]

Joker curled into Two-Face, shutting his eyes tightly. His shivers had returned full force and the smell of the soup was upsetting his stomach. He buried his face into Two-Face's neck.

"Shut her up." He whispered miserably. "I think I'm dying. I don't want soup or tea. I don't think I even really want you here but I'll put up with it because you're warm and not trying to kill me."

He coughed and loosened his grip on Two-Face. "Uuugghhh."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

"Not trying to kill you right at this moment," Two-Face corrected. He felt Joker shiver aginst him, and he tucked the covers in closer around the thin form. He tucked Joker's head in under his chin and wrapped his arms more tightly around him, sharing the warmth of his body.

"You're frozen. I really think you need a doctor, Darlin'."

He looked up at Olivia. "Harvey's got the number in his phone, it's in the study. His name's Ethan Black."

He supposed he should say something nice. After all, she was doing her best. And it would make Harvey happy.

"Thanks for the soup. Don't mind Joker, he's just... being himself."

He paused. "You're one of the good guys, Olivia."

[Olivia Hale]

Olivia stopped dead in her tracks. She cautiously turned around and peered at him curiously. It was definitely still Two-Face and he was actually being pleasant. This was weird.

"No problem. Try to get him to eat some if you can. I doubt he's had anything more substantial than pop tarts recently."

She stared at him blankly for a long moment. Too weird. "Um...thanks. I'll just go call the doctor, I guess."

Rubbing some of the tension out of the back of her neck, Olivia walked into the study to retrieve the phone. She scrolled down and called the doctor, keeping the details somewhat vague. Once their conversation was finished she went back to the bedroom and perched on the edge of the bed next to Two-Face.

"He'll be here in a few hours. Said he was about to go handle the aftermath of a shootout. In the mean time, what do you need from me? You know him better than anyone." She paused before making eye contact with him. "I've never seen this side of you before. It's...interesting."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

When Olivia returned, Two-Face was nuzzling into Joker's still-damp hair and murmuring to him.

He twisted his head to face Olivia as she sat down. "Yeah, he's a busy guy, which is always the case with the best of them." He shrugged. "I don't see why you're surprised. You knew what the deal was betwen us."

Two-Face stroked through Joker's hair, "Try some tea at least. It'll help your throat. Is there anything at all you feel like eating? Even ice cream? We've got Ben and Jerrys... Harvey would say you have to eat some soup before I break out the ice cream for you, but who cares."

[The Joker]

"Don't want a doctor." Joker grumbled while he forced himself to sit up. He carefully picked up the cup of tea and brought it to his lips. The smell alone was comforting and made him feel better. He took a sip and wrinkled his nose. "Blech! It tastes like snot. I think that's me, though..."

Despite the snotty taste, Joker sipped at the tea, eyes drooping. "Thanks, Olive. You're not good at a lot of stuff but being an annoying nurse is your forte. Harvey must be so proud."

He set the tea back down and took a tentative taste of the soup. It tasted better than the tea but still wasn't delicious. He sighed moodily and burrowed back under the covers. In a matter of moments, Joker was asleep.

[Olivia Hale]

"I know." Olivia said, picking at her jeans. "I'm just so used to you growling at me that I forget that you can be like this. Sorry."

She watched Joker with a pang of sympathy. He was obviously extremely ill but at least he felt well enough to complain. Olivia wondered if Joker would still be whining on his deathbed.

She stood up and grabbed the tray. "I'll put these in the kitchen. I don't think he'll be up for anything for a while." She bit her lip before looking back at Two-Face. "Can I fix you something?"

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

"I don't care if you don't want a doctor, you're getting one. Otherwise I'm going to have to explain to people why you died in Harvey's bed instead of mine and the rumours will never end."

As Joker fell asleep, Two-Face gently eased the head off his chest and laid him down on the pillows. He extricated himself from Joker's arms and moved off the bed, trying not to wake him.

He glanced up at Ollie "Nah, I'm good. But thanks, Doll."

He followed Olivia out of the room and to the kitchen, looking at her thoughtfully. When she had put down the tray he tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned to face him he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her sharply in towards him, bending his head and kissing her hard on the lips. He grinned. "That was from Joker; he asked me to pass it on. You can slap me if you really feel the need to."

[Olivia Hale]

Olivia initially made a strangled noise of protest when Two-Face grabbed her. The kiss knocked that out. Just as she was starting to get into it, he pulled away.

"I'm not going to slap you." She said, lips burning. "I'm not sure how I feel about it being from Joker but damn I forgot how nice that was." She patted his chest, eyes twinkling. "We both know you can do better than that, though."

Feeling a bit better about the turn of events, Olivia put saran wrap on top of the bowl and stuck it in the fridge. "By the way, I'd appreciate it if you told me where the extra sheets are. As much fun as snuggling with you and a sick clown, I think I'll stick to the couch tonight unless you have a better suggestion."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Two-Face grinned at her again. "Nicer than with Harvey? Even though that's the wrong word. Nobody ever called me nice."

Two-Face meandered to the fridge and removed two bottles of beer. He opened them both and handed one to Ollie.

"I've never seen Joker really ill before. Sneezes and colds, sure - the Arkham cellblock wasn't exctly the healthiest place to stay - but he's bad. Really bad." He gave a twisted smile "He used to whine like a two year old when he had a cold. Harvey was the only one who could get him to shut up. It used to drive Poison Ivy nuts."

He took a long drink of his beer, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Spare sheets are on the top shelf of the cupboard down the hall. But if I were you I'd take some cash from the safe and go stay in a hotel overnight. I can take care of things here."

[Olivia Hale]

"Oh, you're not nice." Olivia said cheerfully as she took the beer. "You're just a fairly decent kisser. Well, I guess you can be nice to Joker at least."

She took a sip as she imagined Joker with a cold. That would be somewhat entertaining. This was just upsetting. "He and Harvey seem to have a very interesting relationship. It's almost paternal...Strange dynamics."

Olivia tried not to get irritated by his suggestion. "I hate staying in a hotel alone." She grumbled. "It's so weird. I don't get what's wrong with me staying here. I won't get in your way if you don't want me to. But you've got to remember that, whether you like it or not, this is my home now too."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

"I wonder how good I'd be if I had a full set of lips? he mused. "It took us ages to learn how to eat and drink without everything spilling out. Kissing and other related stuff didn't take half as long."

Two-Face's gaze darkened slightly, a fervent tone creeping into his voice. "Harvey he doesn't know Joker like I do. He's not just someone to pet and spoil and indulge. He's so much more..."

He scrutinised her for a moment. "I think it's because Harvey's always wanted kids. He can't help looking at Joker like he would a child. And of course he spent far too many evenings cleaning up his bastard father and putting him to bed. I suppose it's become a habit." He glanced at her, brows drawing slightly together, a certain tension in his pose. "Has he ever told you about his father?"

[Olivia Hale]

Olivia rubbed the back of her neck and eyed Two-Face cautiously. There was something almost frightening about him when he spoke about Joker. He obviously held the other man in such high regard. It seemed that neither Harvey was capable of loving someone only a little.

She ran her thumb across the top of her beer bottle and glanced down. "Harv hasn't really gone into much detail. I know he was abusive but that's about it."

Curiosity got the better of her and she tentatively looked back up at him. "Why don't you refer to him as your father as well, if you don't mind me asking? After all, he is your father biologically. You can't really deny that fact."

[Harvey Dent/Two-Face]

Two-Face nodded shortly. "Good. Don't ask him. Harvey doesn't like to talk about it. And I don't like him talking about it either."

He took a long swallow of his beer. "Because he wasn't my father. I only met the man twice - once on the second night after we got out of hospital when this happened." He indicated his face. "We went to his apartment ready to kill him. He got lucky. Good heads." Two-Face met her gaze, his expression cold and dangerous. "And the second time was in that funeral home, when we looked down at his corpse."

[Olivia Hale]

A growing weariness and need to sleep were the cause of Olivia's next actions. She set her beer bottle down and sighed irritably. "This is so frustrating! He was your father whether you like it or not. The two of you share the same body and fuck it all, you're the same person. One day you're just going to have to accept that."

She regretted the words the moment they'd left her mouth. Instead of apologizing, Olivia simply took another long drink of beer. The Harveys and Joker were making her head want to explode.