Harvey opened his eyes and looked around the rather condemned building he was now in. He didn't know how Batman found him, but find him he did. Thomas and himself were the only ones who managed to get away. Everyone else was either rendered unconscious or arrested. Looking down at the note in his hand he frowned. Adelaide wouldn't have tipped Batman off. But she did aid him to get Harvey admitted to Arkham. Gripping the note he stood up and stormed off.

Thomas looked up from a book he was reading. "What's got you all riled up?"

"I'm going."

"Excuse me?" Thomas smirked, "What about our deal?"

"It can't be done," Harvey said slowly. Opening his eyes he looked towards Thomas. "You cannot fix me, Elliot. Because no one can. I appreciate the help, but-"

"Excuse me? I can't fix you? Do you know who you're talking about, Dent? I don't mean to brag, but I will anyway; I'm a damn good surgeon."

"Then how come you got fired?" Harvey smirked. "Perhaps it has something to do with the little rumours I've been hearing." He turned and looked at the copper haired male, who by now was standing glaring at him. "I heard a surgeon had taken to taking part in some rather suspicious and inhumane past times." Harvey smiled slowly. "Oh, Elliot what have you got yourself into?"

"Look," Thomas seethed. "My 'past time' as you put it has nothing to do with our deal."

"No?"

"No. Our deal just secures the surety of the demise of Batman." Thomas threw the book he was death gripping to the side. "Think about it, if you let me do surgery on you, your little girlfriend could stick around. She wouldn't feel the need to run off because she thinks you're going to shoot her." Thomas pointed out with a small smug smile. Harvey narrowed his eyes and stepped away from the door. Stuffing Adelaide's note into his jacket pocket he gestured a hand to Thomas.

"What exactly do you want me to do if this surgery is a success?"

"All in good time, Dent. Now please come this way, this operations going to be a while." Harvey walked slowly after Thomas. He didn't even want to question the fact that Thomas's little hideout was a decommissioned hospital. This must come in handy for his little seedy past time.

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A month of hiding away in her old home was odd. Adelaide felt an odd sense of deja vu actually. The neighbours didn't even give her a second glance as she reappeared and entered the boarded windowed house. Brushing her fingers over the banister she frowned. This place was so dusty, she was glad she didn't have asthma. Even if she had been here a month, she still hadn't got round to tidying. Her house was two levels with quite a few rooms. The first room which did get sorted was the kitchen. Food was a must so therefore it was the first port of call for the mop and dusters.

Looking up from the kitchen table she eyed the doorway. From where she was standing there was a clear view of the front door. She was a lot more suspicious and cautious, Adelaide guessed this was with thanks to Harvey. Hearing a knock on the door she stopped moving. Standing silently and giving the front door a sidewards glance, she didn't move. If she stayed silent, surely whoever that was out there would go. None of the neighbours would even come around, mainly because none of the neighbours spoke to her when she was here with her family. Let alone now when she was on her own, what would be the point of trying to build a friendship now?

Walking forward silently, Adelaide put a hand on the door and peered through the peephole. There was someone there, and it seemed like they had no intention of moving either. In fact the figure, or what she could see of it because of the dwindling light, was standing cross armed.

Leaning away, Adelaide frowned. Pulling the door slowly open she peered out. "What do you want?" She questioned simply while leaning against the door. The chain was across the latch which she briefly eyed up before looking back to the figure.

"I went to every place you considered a home. Then it hit me, you literally meant your home. Not a home we shared, your home where you grew up in." Adelaide frowned and slammed the door shut. Crossing her arms she narrowed her eyes at the door. "Addy, I'm sorry. I can freely admit that my goal to take down the Penguin overshadowed you."

Opening the door again she leaned against the door frame. "And?"

"And?"

Rolling her eyes Adelaide shook her head. "I accept your apology. But I don't accept or forgive the fact that you could have shot me!"

"You're holding a grudge, still."

"It's been a month, Harvey."

"Exactly. A month, a lot can happen in a month." Adelaide narrowed her eyes at him. "Hell have no fury like a woman scorn comes to mind right about now." Smiling smugly Adelaide gave a nod. "You look well."

"Thanks," she mumbled out a little embarrassed.

Harvey laughed lightly and shook his head. "Can I come in?"

"Well...only if you don't comment on my bad house keeping skills." Adelaide smiled and moved away from the door. Pottering into the building she listened to the front door quietly shut. Turning into the living room, Adelaide took to moving things around trying to clean up. She had taken to sleeping in the living room. It was dark, way too dark upstairs. Down here the nearest streetlamp light shone through the window and flooded the room in an orange glow. She smiled lightly, Penguin mentally scarred her against the dark thanks to locking her away in a cupboard. And in some small way, he got repaid by everything he owned going up in flames.

"I always thought you were such a tidy person, Addy." Harvey commented from the doorway.

Adelaide frowned and stood up from pulling her makeshift bedding off of the sofa. "I should have known you would comment, you can't help yourself." She mumbled while folding the blanket it up.

"You sleep down here?"

"Yup." She looked down at the floor. Throwing the folded bedding up into the nearest chair she sighed. Looking up slowly she looked at him, she hadn't glanced at him yet. When she did the last thing she thought she'd see was Harvey standing, looking normally.

"Can you not look at me like that? It's a little unnerving."

"Both sides match." She frowned lightly and walked forwards. Harvey leaned away from her when she stopped in front of him. Reaching up she cupped his face, "How?"

"Elliot." Harvey whispered, Adelaide nodded and took to looking at him seriously.

"But how?"

"That I don't know." He smiled yet Adelaide still looked at him blankly. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah...just...in a small sense of shock. I'm going to have to go sit down because I think I may faint."

"Are you serious?" Harvey asked and as if on cue, Adelaide's world turned black. Holding onto her tightly, Harvey looked around. "Hello to you too, Addy." Lifting her up he carefully walked over to the sofa and laid her down. Reaching over he pulled the pillows from the chair and propped them under her head. Sighing lightly, he brushed some brown locks off of her face and looked her over. She looked tired, and pale, she looked a lot paler than what he remembered. Or perhaps she didn't, perhaps Adelaide always looked like this. When Harvey mulled it over he realised that although he looked out for her and after her, he didn't really pay attention to her welfare afterwards. Looking around he looked over the simple appearance of her home. She'd cleaned out the living room of most photographs and ornaments, patting his knees Harvey stood up and walked over to the chair. Sitting down he looked up at the ceiling, he wasn't going to leave. He was rather sure it would be a lot simpler if he did, but he wouldn't.

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(Edited: 30/Jan/2020)