A/N - This is a sequel to my work for BruHarvey Weekend 2022 - "Only Love Can Last." You should read that one first.

This story takes place in-between chapters 2 & 3 of that fic.


"So, Two-Face. You had quite a busy few days," Dr. Leland says in her sing-song baby voice, like she's funny or somethin'.

"No shit," Two-Face snaps, twisting his empty fingers in the fabric of his hideous orange prison jumpsuit. O'course they'd taken his suit away from him first thing when he got back, like a little bit of style was such a crime. He ain't never flipped his suit and killed nobody. And no, stranglin' Joey Meister with his tie totally did not count. That was decided by his coin, like every good murder should be.

But his coin, they let him keep. At least, they did. They used to.

"What happened to your coin?" the Doc asks way too innocently. "I see you don't have it with you today."

"Musta left it in my other jumpsuit," Two-Face lies like he don't care. Like it ain't no big deal at all. Like his fingers ain't itchin,' burnin,' desperate to feel its cool ridged edges. Like he didn't sit in the common room for two hours this mornin' doin' nothin' 'cause he couldn't decide chess or checkers without it.

"I saw the video footage from the hospital," Leland says like she's talkin' about the weather. "You threatened to kill every doctor and nurse in the ER if Bruce died."

"What, you want me to apologize?" Two-Face snarks. "Boo hoo hoo, I put the fear of Two-Face in some lousy pill-pushers and got 'em to do their jobs right for once. Excuse me for savin' Bruce's life. You oughtta know most doctors don't give a shit, you are one. A little motivation works wonders."

"I'm a Ph.D., not an M.D.," Leland replies all calm and easy, as if that's the fuckin' point. "But what struck me was that you didn't offer them two options."

"Why the hell would I offer them two options for?" Two-Face grouses. "Bruce dies, they die. Seems simple enough to me."

"Normally you would say something like, 'If Bruce dies, heads I'll shoot you, tails I'll cut your hearts out,'" the doc persists.

"Normally I would say nothin' even resemblin' that. What am I, a fuckin' witch? Who rips people's hearts out? What kinda television shows you watch, Doc? Geez louise," Two-Face snorts derisively.

"You use your coin to exonerate yourself from feelings of responsibility for your actions by placing all the weight of the decision on your flip," Dr. Leland says with a little more steel in her voice now. "We've talked about this, Two-Face. If the final decision rests with neither Part, then, by your logic, neither Part is guilty for your actions."

"You've talked a lot of shit. I don't listen to half of it," Two-Face breezes. "Besides, you all didn't seem to like the consequences of your own actions very much that one time you did take my coin."

"Which is off-topic from why you didn't have your coin with you in the hospital." Doc looks at him like she expects him to answer.

"Who says I didn't?" Two-Face leers triumphantly. "Maybe it was in my pocket."

"Why didn't you take it out and use it, then?" the Doc wants to know.

"It ain't important," Two-Face mutters, twistin' his fingers a little tighter into his orange atrocity. The color is somethin' no one except good ol' Matches would wear by choice. Fuck. Two-Face is pretty sure his boyfriend has some polka-dotted shirt in this exact shade. Maybe a hair brighter. With purple dots, yeah, and he'd paired it with that godawful green plaid tie, and - "Huh? What?" Two-Face mumbles when Leland snaps her fingers in front of his face. "Don't snap at me, that's fuckin' rude," he growls.

"You were dissociating," she informs him.

"I was not dissociatin', I was thinkin'. Da fuck you care, anyway? All you do is yap yap yap. You think I'm gonna sit here and pay attention the whole time?" Two-Face goads.

"Is that why you don't pay attention to Bruce at his weekly visits? Does he yap yap yap, too?" Leland asks curiously.

"Fuck you. Don't say shit like that about Bruce," Two-Face snarls. Leland tips her head to the side like he's said somethin' interestin'. "Besides, who says I don't pay attention to Bruce?" Two-Face growls. "He say that? You talkin' to him behind my back?"

"You gave me permission to talk to him about your treatment," Leland says evenly. "I can show you the release you signed. You and Harvey each signed your own." Two-Face sort of remembers this, but again, not the point.

"So? Did he say I don't pay attention to him?" Two-Face demands, wondering why his insides feel so panicky and upset.

"He said you never talk much beyond telling him each week that you're not letting Harvey out," Leland says.

"So? Does that mean I ain't listenin' when he talks?" Two-Face challenges.

"What did he talk to you about last week?" Leland asks, like he don't know she's testin' him. He don't gotta lie, though, because he does listen to Bruce. Every beautiful golden word that falls from his mouth.

"Stupid ass gala he had to go to, and he wishes Harvey coulda gone with him 'cause he hates goin' by himself. Thinks they're boring as fuck. Unless Joker or Riddler shows up and crashes it, ya know, in which case my dear boyfriend usually pisses himself and crawls out of the room under a tablecloth to go hide in a closet until it's over. You know."

"Your dear boyfriend…?" Leland asks, raising an eyebrow. Two-Face's stomach lurches.

"What? Did he say somethin' like he was breakin' up with me? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't hear him say nothin' about that last week - and I was payin' attention, fuck you - I always pay attention to Bruce." His words come out panicked and he's embarrassed because he hears himself, but he can't stop the fear from choking him, because Bruce had said just two days ago when he got shot that he still loves him and he hadn't said nothin' at all about breakin' up before that on Saturday and -

"Two-Face," Leland says real loud and firm like it ain't the first time she's been sayin' it.

"What?" he gasps out.

"Bruce has no intention of breaking up with you, as far as I know. He's very devoted," she says soothingly. "I was merely surprised that you, Two-Face, consider him your boyfriend."

"Of course he's my boyfriend," Two-Face says in confusion.

"Not Harvey's?" Leland questions. "Or, only Harvey's, I should say?"

"No," Two-Face answers too honestly, before he can backpedal and ponder why the Doc is askin' in the first place and what she thinks she's gettin' at and -

"Hm," she says, all pleased and bright and alert now. She scribbles some notes down on her pad.

"What's 'hm'?" he growls at her.

"You were quite invested in saving Bruce's life, Two-Face," she tells him like he wasn't there for the single most horrifying moment of his life. "And you say you always pay attention to Bruce, despite not talking to him at your visits, and you say he's your boyfriend, too, not only Harvey's."

"So?" Harvey glares at Doctor Obvious. He can't believe they pay her for this shit.

"What really happened to your coin, Two-Face?" she asks him again, low and serious, as she leans forward on her elbows.

"None o' your business," he snaps.

"You know," she says slowly, "I actually advised Bruce to stop visiting you."

"You what?" Two-Face yelps at her.

"Oh, he refused," she says lightly, waving a hand at his distress. "Said he'd take me to court, in fact, if I tried to stop him. That I had no valid psychological grounds to deny him visitation rights. That a theory wasn't proof. I let it drop," she says.

"A theory of what?" Two-Face snarls suspiciously.

"I suspected that his visits were keeping you from healing," Dr. Leland says. "The fact that you never let Harvey out to see him made me suspect that Bruce's visits were causing you to dig your heels in harder to your Two-Face Part. I read it as your determination to prove the validity of your choices to the man who you'd once loved -"

"I still love," Two-Face cries out, aggrieved.

"Huh -" Dr. Leland says very thoughtfully. She starts to scribble some more notes but Two-Face hisses at her.

"Finish what you were sayin,'" he orders.

"Oh. Yes," Dr. Leland says, distractedly. "Well. I suspected that you were determined to make Bruce accept you - as Two-Face - along with your violent choices, which is a losing gambit as he'll never condone murder after the deaths of his parents."

"No fucking shit!" Two-Face mutters sarcastically under his breath.

"I thought that if perhaps Bruce withdrew his support and affections from Two-Face, then Harvey might reassert himself to regain Bruce's attention by forcing your system to resubscribe to the moral high ground that he and Bruce traditionally shared," Dr. Leland states as if this was a perfectly reasonable hypothesis.

"Oh, my God," Two-Face vows in wonder. "I met a lotta stupid people in my life, but dollface, you take the cake."

"Why is that?" she asks, all eager and polite, pen poised and ready.

"What the hell makes you think either me or Harvey would ever chase after Bruce if he gave up on us?"

"You love him," the Doc says, her forehead all wrinkled up in confusion.

"Yeah, we love him," Two-Face spits, "that's why we want him to stay the fuck away from us."

"Why?" Leland gapes.

"Sweetheart, maybe you're not familiar with how the mob works and operates," Two-Face says condescendingly. "This here acid was supposed to kill me," he gestures angrily to his scarred half. "But it didn't, did it? So what were they gonna do? Try again to kill me? Or try to kill the man I loved to make me pay for surviving?"

"Oh, shit," Leland gasps very unprofessionally.

"Oh shit, no shit!" Two-Face rails at her. "You think I didn't know - hell, you think Harvey didn't know - that I was breakin' Bruce's heart by taking over our system and killing Maroni and his family? We're in this together, me and Harv. Despite what you and even Harv may think. We knew," he mutters, more to himself than to her.

"We knew and we'd do it again because no way in hell were we gonna let them kill Bruce. Better I break his heart than he dies," he snarls.

"So - when he comes to see you -"

"What's gonna happen to him if Harvey comes out? Huh? Or if I give him the time of day? You think that won't get all around the cellblock faster than herpes?" Two-Face levels her with a deadly stare. "And then what happens to Bruce? Huh? I still got a lotta enemies." She swallows.

"But you haven't told him it's over between you two, either," she points out.

"A. He wouldn't accept it comin' from me, B. He wouldn't accept it comin' from Harvey, either. C. I don't want it to be over. I just want him to be safe," Two-Face sighs before scrubbing at his face.

Fucking doctor. Making him all weak and chatty. Sneaky little bitch. Or so painfully stupid that she's provoked him by accident into talkin' too much. Either way - ugh.

"What'd you do with your coin, Two-Face?" Leland asks one more time, all gentle now. Well, he's spilled his guts like a goddamn snitch about everything else…

"Threw it down the sewer," Two-Face rasps. "Bruce said -" the tears in his eyes are not cool - "Fucker said he'd flip me for his life," he manages to mumble out before choking on a sob. Because he can still feel the warm blood staining his handkerchief as his heart and soul and truly better half lay bleeding out on the sidewalk in front of him - and it was his fault his fault his -

"How was it your fault?"

"Me and Riddler, fightin' stupid turf wars -" Two-Face chokes again. Sure, Riddler is a crook. A genuine villain that Two-Face feels justified in enacting his own brand of justice on, however the mood strikes and the coin flips. But -

Riddler isn't a mob boss. And honestly? Except for his stray fucking bullets that he wouldn't have been shootin' at all except for Two-Face had riled him up and challenged him and picked a fight - Riddler ain't a threat on a normal day to his Bruce.

What the fuck has Two-Face done?

"What did throwing your coin away accomplish?" the Doc asks.

"Saved his life, didn't it?" Two-Face sniffs.

"How?" Leland wants to know.

"Fuck, I don't know. Bargain with God? Proof I'd change?" Two-Face laughs hollowly. "Or maybe it was me takin' away Bruce's option to die. Showin' him there wasn't gonna be no coin flip. He was livin' and that was that."

"Was it possible you were giving him a reason to live?" Leland asks. "The right motivation works wonders, after all."

"Fuck you," Two-Face sighs. "How's he doin'? You hear anything?"

"Considering you didn't consent to release your hostages and vacate the hospital until he'd woken up from surgery and been stable for twenty-four hours with clear signs of improvement, I think you have a pretty good idea how he's doing," Leland says, all sassy and impertinent.

"Don't make me fuck you up," Two-Face warns.

"He called me this morning," the Doc relents. "Wanted to know how you were doing. He's pushing the doctors to release him by the weekend so he can come see you on Saturday, but his butler informed me that 'Master Bruce will under no circumstances be permitted to leave the hospital until at least next week.'"

"Oh," Two-Face mutters. He shouldn't be disappointed. Bruce is gonna live, after all. That's the important thing. The only thing.

"He said to tell you he loves you. And thank you."

"Can you - can you call him for me? To give him a message? After we're done our session?" Two-Face asks. The blush only stains Harvey's cheek, but it belongs one hundred percent to Two-Face. Harvey would've asked her to call like the bossy bitch he is with no shame whatsoever. But Two-Face don't like askin' for favors, ok? And he does his bossin' with a gun.

The Doc looks at him for a minute. Two-Face wonders is she gonna say no, but instead she gets up and goes to her desk. He thinks she's gonna write his message down, so he's surprised when she picks up her desk phone instead.

"Bruce?" she says a few seconds after dialing. "Joan Leland here. Yes, Harvey and Two-Face are fine. Two-Face is here with me, in fact. He'd like to speak to you briefly if that's all right, since you'll miss visiting hours on Saturday. - Your butler told me, that's who. - Well, he sounded very adamant. - Uh huh. You do that. In the meantime, would you like to speak to Two-Face? I'll have to remain in the room and put you on speaker, but - all right."

The Doc meets his eyes and gives him a warm smile, and for the first time Two-Face doesn't feel like punchin' it off her face. She presses a button on her phone and then nods at him.

"Baby?" Two-Face rasps out around all the stupid tears that start streaming down his face.

"Two-Face?" Bruce says back, soundin' maybe a little bit confused. Because it's not like Two-Face is in the habit of callin' him any pet names, unless motherfucker counts.

"Yeah, baby. It's me," Two-Face answers. Goddamn his stupid tears. Fucking hell.

"Are you ok?" Bruce asks him, soundin' all worried.

"You almost died and I'm not there with you. Of course I'm not ok," Two-Face chokes out.

"Oh, sweetheart," Bruce says, all soft and breathy and - like he loves him. Like he fuckin' loves him. Even though he's Two-Face and not Harvey. "I'm going to be just fine," Bruce is sayin' though. "My numbers keep getting better, and my blood pressure's back up to normal. It's honestly ridiculous that Alfred doesn't want me to come home until next week -"

"It's not ridiculous," Two-Face snaps. "You got shot. Don't let me hear about you sneakin' out, either. I mean it," he growls threateningly. "Or I'll put you back in the hospital myself. Maybe with Alfred's help," he adds menacingly. Bruce chuckles, warm and happy.

"In that case, I'll be good, but just for you, baby. Ok?" he teases, and Two-Face can hear the smile in his voice, happier than Bruce has sounded in months and months.

"I love you," Two-Face swears as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to conjure up Bruce's bright blue eyes in his mind, the way they used to shine when they made love.

"I love you, too," Bruce says like he's cryin.' "Both of you," he says firmly. "All of you."

"I'll see you next week?" Two-Face checks with just the tiniest bit of secret neediness clawing at his heart.

"Of course," Bruce immediately promises. "You'd see me this week if you hadn't threatened me," he adds with a sulky pout to his voice.

"You like when I threaten you," Two-Face growls, sexy and low. He swears he can hear Bruce's blush over the phone line. The Doc coughs.

"Hey, Two-Face?" Bruce says after clearing his throat. "Is Harvey ok, too? I know you were both worried about me." Two-Face inhales deeply through his nose.

"You want to talk to him for a minute?" he says very, very slowly. Bruce's breath catches.

"Can I?" he asks in wonder, with the slightest hint of yearning. Two-Face hasn't let him talk to Harvey since they'd first been arrested.

He'd thought he was protecting Bruce. Fat lotta good that did, huh? The motherfucker almost died anyway, right in front of him, from Two-Face's own damn firefight.

He doesn't have a coin to flip.

"Yeah," Two-Face says. "Yeah, you can talk to Harvey. I'll bring him out."

The End


A/N - And that's really a wrap! Hope you enjoyed.

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