Her sweat was sweet to his kisses on her neck and their bodies seemed to conform to each other's, like they were intended to be. They kept each other warm, even though they both had yet to disrobe. Her greenhouse was quite drafty in the cold of Gotham's winter sleet, but Pamela Isley had bred her plants to survive, even though her skin was riddled with goose bumps. They finally pulled apart from each other long enough for Harvey to lift her up in his arms and slowly carry her to her floral bed. He wasn't surprised at how light she was, but a bit worried by how her body shivered slightly.

"Cold?" He asked looking down at her, trying to keep the left side of his face out of her line of sight.

"No," she whispered as she gently guided his full face into her view with her hand.

"Just remembering how this all came to be." She cooed letting him gently set her body onto the bed, her soft red hair falling about her face and frame.

"How could I forget?"

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The squad van turned off its siren as the clouds stared to pour out their furry.

"Hey Jones, why'd you turn it off?" The rookie asked in the passenger seat, as he pointed to the roof.

The silver-haired vet simply squinted even deeper than usual, if that is even possible, as he strained his old eyes to see through the windshield wipers.

"We don't need some nervous driver trying to get out of our way, especially with the roads as slick as they are now." He grumbled as he took another sip of his coffee.

"Besides, we ain't in no hurry, all we got to do is deliver these two for processing." The older man grunted, motioning to the back of the van.

"You gruesome twosome! If you hadn't shown up at that auction, I could have made off with that precious Saffron. Do you hear me? It could have been mine!" Isley shouted at her present company seated across from her.

"Pardon me, but subtlety is not one of our specialties!" The disfigured district attorney shouted back as he fought his handcuffs.

They both had good reason to be at each other's throat. After all, he did cause her to loose her only possible chance of obtaining the long desired flora. While her kicks left his ribs awfully bruised.

"Now would you shut up, we need to think!" Two-Face shouted as he looked away from her, trying to keep his eyes from wandering towards her legs.

"Think? THINK?! I'd have guessed you just launched all your plans on instinct with the show you put on tonight!"

"We said be quiet! I'm above hitting a woman, but Two-Face can't make any promises!" His lips couldn't help but smirk at the comment, or her reaction to it.

The vein in Pamela's forehead looked as if it were about to pop as she gritted her teeth.

"You…you Arghhhh!" She roared as her body leapt of her bench at him.

Their struggle was as fierce as it could be if two combatants had their arms tied behind their backs. Shouts and curses pierced the safety glass between them and the front cab where the rookie was trying to see what was going on.

"Uh Jones, I think we got…WOW!" He yelped as feet kicking the glass, making him jump back.

His arm knocked the hot coffee out of his partner's hand and into his lap.

"Damn it rookie," was all they heard before the van swerved straight over a fire hydrant and into a telephone pole.

Dazed from the collision, Isley seemed to be the only one conscious, not that Jone's body leaning on the horn did anything for her headache. Her path to freedom lay ahead of her, meaning the open van doors of course. If it weren't for Dent's body causing her to trip on her way out, she would have forgot about him. So now she stood there staring down at the slowly wakening Two-Face actually contemplating if she should take him with her. That is, until he groaned out one last message before falling back from shock.

"You should get outta here…" That was it; those few words made her freeze in her tracks.

They weren't much to anybody else, but they seemed to mean something to her. Much like sweet a promise a lover could never keep, like bringing their partner the moon.

Did I just compare Harvey to a lover? Pamela though to herself with slight amusement.

She couldn't help but sigh as shook the thoughts from her head she ran around to the front of their trashed transport to fish the handcuff leys from the rookie's belt. After releasing herself, she quickly undid Harvey's cuffs as well and began to drag his now water logged body out of the street.

She didn't know how long it had been since the crash, but the rain became frozen now as she came closer to one of her many green houses in the city. Her grunts of strain went unappreciated by the two-faced gangster now with one arm lugged over her neck. It was already baffling that he out this long, but it soon turned worry as Pamela realized that he could easily be susceptible to a slew ailments in his state and surroundings. She stood him up on one foot, as the other hung loosely, pinning her between his body and the door of the plant house.

"You know this would be easier if you would just…Wake…UP!" She shouted, actually startling her ward awake.

They both fell forward as she finally forced the door open, but Harvey managed to position himself so that she fell on him and not vise versa. There was a slight groan, as Harvey noticed the only light were a few U.V lamps that constantly stayed on for those plants that needed it, but it highlighted the beauty on top of him perfectly.

"I told you to leave me." Harvey whispered in singular as if someone else might hear.

"No, you said to get out of there…" They were closer than ever to each other now. And suddenly, without hesitation or drawing back, she pressed into him further, and they were no longer two separate people. Instead they were two people holding each other tightly in the lost measure of night.

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Their breathing pace occasionally overlapped as they held each other in the bed. Nothing but a thin sheet and each other to keep warm, they had still not separated. Her mouth still collided with his, neither one of them wanting to give in.

Both their minds tried to explain why they had committed such an act, but neither one of them coming to any sort of conclusions. Just the fact that their love for each other had finally overcome there hate.

A re-written chappy for yall, once again thanks for the review and hope to have another chapter up soon due to being trapped by these wild fires three miles from my house.