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Title: Cigarette
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: pre-Two Face, possibly pre-Batman (but not by much)
Warnings: smoking, of course
Word Count: 160
Summary: Harvey has bad habits.
Note: I asked
daggerpen to send me a one-word prompt and this happened.
Word of the Day: ombudsman, noun: A government official who hears and investigates complaints by private citizens against other officials or government agencies.
Cigarette
"I wish you wouldn’t," Bruce mutters under his breath when Harvey pulls out his pack of cigarettes and shakes one loose. Harvey arches an eyebrow at the hissed disapproval and defiantly places the cigarette between his lips.
"Do I look like I care, Mr. Wayne?” he asks, affecting the tone of their private school teachers on the honorific, before flipping open the brushed chrome lighter he keeps in the other pocket of his suit jacket.
"No," Bruce replies. He probably wants to wrinkle his nose or something at Harvey’s filthy habit, but all that good breeding and good training keeps him from such a display. It kind of makes Harvey want to blow smoke straight up his nose, but he refrains. For now. "You look like you’re advertising an oral fixation."
Harvey exhales his smoke upward so Bruce can’t complain, then plucks the cigarette from his mouth so that he can grin at Bruce. “Don’t you just wish, rich boy.”
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: pre-Two Face, possibly pre-Batman (but not by much)
Warnings: smoking, of course
Word Count: 160
Summary: Harvey has bad habits.
Note: I asked
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Word of the Day: ombudsman, noun: A government official who hears and investigates complaints by private citizens against other officials or government agencies.
Cigarette
"I wish you wouldn’t," Bruce mutters under his breath when Harvey pulls out his pack of cigarettes and shakes one loose. Harvey arches an eyebrow at the hissed disapproval and defiantly places the cigarette between his lips.
"Do I look like I care, Mr. Wayne?” he asks, affecting the tone of their private school teachers on the honorific, before flipping open the brushed chrome lighter he keeps in the other pocket of his suit jacket.
"No," Bruce replies. He probably wants to wrinkle his nose or something at Harvey’s filthy habit, but all that good breeding and good training keeps him from such a display. It kind of makes Harvey want to blow smoke straight up his nose, but he refrains. For now. "You look like you’re advertising an oral fixation."
Harvey exhales his smoke upward so Bruce can’t complain, then plucks the cigarette from his mouth so that he can grin at Bruce. “Don’t you just wish, rich boy.”