Crave You Chapter Six

It came as a surprise to both Harvey and Two-Face that it was the latter to breath out a guilty sigh rather than the former. Harvey’s blond brow furrowed down. This was so complex, Edward was so complex. He had merely stated the truth, a slightly mortifying truth, but it was the truth nonetheless. Which left the ex-DA picking out the sense as to why the young man had thrown an infantile tantrum and run off like some sort of adolescent child.

Harvey knew he wasn’t the kindest person in Gotham, but he wasn’t Joker or Crock or even Scarecrow, the person who had caused more harm than him. It aggravated him and he was becoming quickly irritated, the silence in his head was actually doing nothing to ease him. For once he would have enjoyed the accompanying voice of his other self.

He did not feel the need to pry to Two-Face’s thoughts for his own selfish inquires though, so he kept his own thoughts a distance away from the silent man living inside him. He polished off the rest of his stir-fry, though something that wasn’t hunger started to gnaw at his stomach. He huffed out a sharp breath through his nostrils and left the kitchen to go get ready for bed, he could already feel his book in his hands.

The pads of his fingers gently brushed his doorknob just as the sound of a door opening and closing next to him had bounced off the walls surrounding him. He turned his whole body to find a pair of electric green looking at him reluctantly. The thumping from his heart echoed in his ears loudly, he cleared his throat awkwardly then crossed them over his chest.

Edward rolled his eyes at the parental pose that Harvey mimicked, he felt like a child and it pissed him off. Though compared to what he was about to ask, he wasn’t sure if he was actually in his twenties. He closed his eyes; he will not give Harvey the satisfaction that he is embarrassed.  

“I…need money,” He gave up and opened his eyes, feeling even more ridiculous keeping them shut, “For an apartment and food.”

Harvey couldn’t help it, he bubbled out a gigantic bellow of a laugh and started chortling at the other’s expense. Surely the boy wasn’t that idiotic? He was in total awe as to how this boy can actually think that one of Gotham’s most wanted villains is going to help him start a new life. He finally calmed his outburst, looking up while dusting off the lint to his wrinkled suit, small titters coming out in the aftermath of the fit.

Edward stood with an enraged red steaming his cheeks and tip of his nose, his shoulders had small tremors shaking them as his teeth bore their grinding. He was not finding any of this as funny as the blond was.

Harvey straightened, his own look of irritancy melded, much lighter than Edward’s but still the same anger fueling them both. “I meant what I said in the kitchen Edward. I own you—“

“No!” Edward shouted, causing Harvey’s eyes to widen at the sudden tone. It was much more loud, less whiny, more serious. “No! You don’t and never will own me! Fine! Take my body,” He marched up so close to Harvey that the scarred man could smell the subtle hint of cologne the man was wearing the night before. “But you will never ever own me.”

Give him a job.

What? Are you insane?

In Arkham’s standards…But I am being serious. Give him a job with the boys.

That is ridiculous. No.

But it makes sense. You can keep a close eye on him and he might be useful or some shit…

…fine

Harvey placed his burnt hand on Edward’s shoulder and pushed him back a few steps, letting them have some amount of space. His lips only lifted on the unscathed half of his face, a charmingly devilish half-smile that made up his already stellar looks.

“I will make you a reasonable offer,” He presented smoothly.

Edward’s eyebrows flicked up to his forehead in interest, his eyes more attentive rather than boiling with rage.

“I’ll let you work and get some money, but first you have to repay the money that YOU made me lose. You’ll make five hundred bucks a day working for me until you can make three hundred thousand dollars. Then after that all the money you make is yours to keep.”

Harvey opened his bedroom door and slipped inside right as Edward’s sudden inhale had nearly choked the poor boy.