|December 1st - 9:07 AM
||[Nov. 21st, 2005|01:51 am]
Harvey "Two-Face" Dent
|||||Smashing Pumpkins :: Disarm||]|
Over his career, both as District Attorney, and then as criminal mastermind, Harvey Dent had learned to be flexible about sleep. He'd been known to take the stand on three hours of it and win juries over on half a cup of coffee. On the other side of the coin, of course, he'd also become known for shooting henchmen who woke him up before he was good and ready.
So when a shaft of winter sunlight lanced through the boarded-up window of his hideout to land directly on his good eye, it was less than welcome. Harvey rolled over and burrowed his head in the pillows, only marginally noticing that they smelled like talc. Fresh. Clean. He must have fallen into bed on Sugar's side of the lair. Not that he'd have cared either way - last night, it was all he could do to make it up the steps before passing out.
The long night wasn't anything he regretted, lack of sleep aside. Not with what he'd discovered on his way home. And even if he -was- curious about just exactly what the hell had gone down last night ... even if consciousness was sticking around, and his mind was already stirring too much for him to go back to sleep, there was no way in hell he was taking either face out of that damn pillow before it was high time to do so...