"Closer," Batman/Harvey, rated R
"Closer."
Title: Closer
Author: Twi
Universe: Nolanverse
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Batman/Harvey
Word Count: 1008
Warnings: Dark Knight spoilers, kinda.
Summary: He hadn't had any kind of a plan when he'd found himself going up to the roof, found himself loitering, pacing anxiously, before turning on the light.
Author Notes: Written for the Batman kink meme. Prompt: "Hero worship, pre-TwoFace Harvey, maybe he lures Batman to the top of MCU with the floodlight, Harvey pleading with Batman".
He didn't have long to wait before the familiar growl came from the shadows. "Will Gordon be coming, or is this another personal call, Dent?"
Harvey shut off the beacon with a click. "Lieutenant Gordon is...busy with other duties at the moment," he said, holding up his palms in a conciliatory gesture. "I just wanted to talk to you, that's all."
"The signal's not a toy. How long would you have waited here if I had been busy with other duties myself?"
Harvey didn't answer, stepping closer. The rooftop was darker, now, without the floodlight's brilliant beam, but the moonlight seeping through the clouds overhead gave enough light to see the shape of the lower half of the Batman's face against the black of his suit. He couldn't see his eyes at all.
"You do so much for this city," he said, combing a hand back through his hair. "I guess I just wanted a chance to say 'thank you' in person. As I said before, you're a hard man to reach."
"You do things that I can't," said the Batman, turning and backing away as though planning to leave. "You can protect Gotham without a mask. You shouldn't look up to me, I'm no hero."
"You're the only real hero this city has!" Harvey reached out, catching the strange smooth curve of a costumed shoulder in his hand, and the Batman stilled. "Once they're in the system, okay, fine - I put the bad guys away. But I can't stop all the rapists and muggers and street thugs of this town. Even the ones we catch and manage to prosecute just get out again and keep committing crimes. You stop them for good. I can't do that. I wish I had that power." He chuckled lowly. "Maybe I should get my own costume."
"Don't," said the Batman, turning back to face him once more. "You can't be like me. This town doesn't need more vigilantes."
"If you feel that way, why do you do it?" Harvey's hand came up again, and before he'd really
thought about it, his finger brushed a careful line down the side of the Batman's jaw. The skin was warm, and he could feel a faint prickle of stubble there. His stomach turned over at the reminder that, beneath the cape and costume and low snarl of a voice, the Batman was as human as he was.
A hand shot up, grasping his wrist like iron. "Because it's something I have to do. Just like putting on a suit and tie and questioning the 'bad guys' in court is something you have to do. Now, if we're done here..."
"Wait," Harvey said. The Batman's fingers still encircled his wrist, and Harvey brought his free arm up, the other black-clad hand grabbing and holding him away before Harvey could touch him.
"Don't."
Harvey could finally see his eyes, this close up. Dark, beneath the layer of thick black makeup shielding them; green, maybe, or brown. He leaned in closer. He knew he could and would not learn who the Batman really was, could not scrape away all that cold flat black he wore to find the warm living man beneath. He didn't even really want to; knowing the man's true identity might ruin it, even if he would ever let him. He just wanted to see. He was so close...
The Batman moved forward, not releasing him, holding him still at arm's length and backing him up until he could feel the side of the still-hot spotlight digging into his spine. His arms were pushed back, elbows pressed against his chest as the other man came in to hiss into his face.
"What are you trying to do, Dent?"
He could feel his breath on the side of his face, searing like a burn. The gloved hands on his skin were cold, those eyes were cold, sharp with the glint of moonlight, but this was a trace of the man, the true creature that inhabited that stark uniform. Harvey felt dizzy. He hadn't had any kind of a plan when he'd found himself going up to the roof, found himself loitering, pacing anxiously, before turning on the light; he had just known that he wanted to see the Batman again, in the flesh. He still didn't know why.
He let his body sag, dropping to his knees.
Batman didn't let go.
Harvey could feel those dark eyes on him as he swayed forward, pressing his face to the hard black armor between the man's legs. He dragged his lips across the surface of the material, and this wasn't what he wanted at all; there was no hint of heat here, no fleshy give, nothing that made this seem real. He didn't know what he wanted, exactly, but not this, this push against unresponsive stone. He also knew this was all he could have, hands still caught above his head in a fierce grip. He slid his tongue out, tentatively, to test that hard inhuman smoothness in front of him.
Then the Batman did move, pulling him back up to his feet, and he was pinned again against the side of the light as the man's weight bore him back. And his mouth was on him, and now he knew, here was a way to break that costume's coldness, all deep wet heat of tongue and lips pushing him open. Harvey felt engulfed, surrounded, caught up in how close he was, in the man's scent and taste and the warmth of his mouth, even as his chest was crushed up against the rigid plates covering the other man's body. He groaned, softly, then louder as that mouth was torn away, and by the time his eyes were open, the Batman was standing at the edge of the building's roof, aloof once more.
"Don't call me here again," he said, and vanished into the darkness.
Harvey stood there for a long moment, feeling the warmth fade from the floodlight behind him and idly running a finger across his swollen lower lip, before he straightened his tie and walked back to the door that led downstairs.
Title: Closer
Author: Twi
Universe: Nolanverse
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Batman/Harvey
Word Count: 1008
Warnings: Dark Knight spoilers, kinda.
Summary: He hadn't had any kind of a plan when he'd found himself going up to the roof, found himself loitering, pacing anxiously, before turning on the light.
Author Notes: Written for the Batman kink meme. Prompt: "Hero worship, pre-TwoFace Harvey, maybe he lures Batman to the top of MCU with the floodlight, Harvey pleading with Batman".
He didn't have long to wait before the familiar growl came from the shadows. "Will Gordon be coming, or is this another personal call, Dent?"
Harvey shut off the beacon with a click. "Lieutenant Gordon is...busy with other duties at the moment," he said, holding up his palms in a conciliatory gesture. "I just wanted to talk to you, that's all."
"The signal's not a toy. How long would you have waited here if I had been busy with other duties myself?"
Harvey didn't answer, stepping closer. The rooftop was darker, now, without the floodlight's brilliant beam, but the moonlight seeping through the clouds overhead gave enough light to see the shape of the lower half of the Batman's face against the black of his suit. He couldn't see his eyes at all.
"You do so much for this city," he said, combing a hand back through his hair. "I guess I just wanted a chance to say 'thank you' in person. As I said before, you're a hard man to reach."
"You do things that I can't," said the Batman, turning and backing away as though planning to leave. "You can protect Gotham without a mask. You shouldn't look up to me, I'm no hero."
"You're the only real hero this city has!" Harvey reached out, catching the strange smooth curve of a costumed shoulder in his hand, and the Batman stilled. "Once they're in the system, okay, fine - I put the bad guys away. But I can't stop all the rapists and muggers and street thugs of this town. Even the ones we catch and manage to prosecute just get out again and keep committing crimes. You stop them for good. I can't do that. I wish I had that power." He chuckled lowly. "Maybe I should get my own costume."
"Don't," said the Batman, turning back to face him once more. "You can't be like me. This town doesn't need more vigilantes."
"If you feel that way, why do you do it?" Harvey's hand came up again, and before he'd really
thought about it, his finger brushed a careful line down the side of the Batman's jaw. The skin was warm, and he could feel a faint prickle of stubble there. His stomach turned over at the reminder that, beneath the cape and costume and low snarl of a voice, the Batman was as human as he was.
A hand shot up, grasping his wrist like iron. "Because it's something I have to do. Just like putting on a suit and tie and questioning the 'bad guys' in court is something you have to do. Now, if we're done here..."
"Wait," Harvey said. The Batman's fingers still encircled his wrist, and Harvey brought his free arm up, the other black-clad hand grabbing and holding him away before Harvey could touch him.
"Don't."
Harvey could finally see his eyes, this close up. Dark, beneath the layer of thick black makeup shielding them; green, maybe, or brown. He leaned in closer. He knew he could and would not learn who the Batman really was, could not scrape away all that cold flat black he wore to find the warm living man beneath. He didn't even really want to; knowing the man's true identity might ruin it, even if he would ever let him. He just wanted to see. He was so close...
The Batman moved forward, not releasing him, holding him still at arm's length and backing him up until he could feel the side of the still-hot spotlight digging into his spine. His arms were pushed back, elbows pressed against his chest as the other man came in to hiss into his face.
"What are you trying to do, Dent?"
He could feel his breath on the side of his face, searing like a burn. The gloved hands on his skin were cold, those eyes were cold, sharp with the glint of moonlight, but this was a trace of the man, the true creature that inhabited that stark uniform. Harvey felt dizzy. He hadn't had any kind of a plan when he'd found himself going up to the roof, found himself loitering, pacing anxiously, before turning on the light; he had just known that he wanted to see the Batman again, in the flesh. He still didn't know why.
He let his body sag, dropping to his knees.
Batman didn't let go.
Harvey could feel those dark eyes on him as he swayed forward, pressing his face to the hard black armor between the man's legs. He dragged his lips across the surface of the material, and this wasn't what he wanted at all; there was no hint of heat here, no fleshy give, nothing that made this seem real. He didn't know what he wanted, exactly, but not this, this push against unresponsive stone. He also knew this was all he could have, hands still caught above his head in a fierce grip. He slid his tongue out, tentatively, to test that hard inhuman smoothness in front of him.
Then the Batman did move, pulling him back up to his feet, and he was pinned again against the side of the light as the man's weight bore him back. And his mouth was on him, and now he knew, here was a way to break that costume's coldness, all deep wet heat of tongue and lips pushing him open. Harvey felt engulfed, surrounded, caught up in how close he was, in the man's scent and taste and the warmth of his mouth, even as his chest was crushed up against the rigid plates covering the other man's body. He groaned, softly, then louder as that mouth was torn away, and by the time his eyes were open, the Batman was standing at the edge of the building's roof, aloof once more.
"Don't call me here again," he said, and vanished into the darkness.
Harvey stood there for a long moment, feeling the warmth fade from the floodlight behind him and idly running a finger across his swollen lower lip, before he straightened his tie and walked back to the door that led downstairs.