itsjustagamerp | Through the Looking Glass

Characters: Harvey, probably Liz, anyone else who wants to visit
Content: Harvey, for one, remembers what went on in the mirror universe. He's not a fan!
Location: SoL, residential deck
Time of Day: Night
Warnings: None...?

Harvey suddenly blinked up at the ceiling of his darkened bedroom, groaning as he sat up and shook the residual light-headedness away. What had that been, the universe jump? He didn't even remember being in his room before, or how he'd gotten here. Last he recalled, he'd been lookin' out the window, hopin' they could jump outta there before those goddamn lizards arrived with their ships. Seein' as they weren't blown to bits, he guessed they'd made it. Maybe he'd track down 90s Kid and Iron just in case, make sure everyone got through the jump alright. Iron in particular...for some reason, he thought he'd seen her bleeding...

He froze, eyes going wide as the memories came flooding back. Oh. Oh god, what the hell had he done?

The singer flung himself out of the bed, heading for the door. He had to find Iron, make sure that she was okay! How long had she been walkin' around on that leg, anyway? He could remember lookin' up at her from the cage; he hadn't registered it at the time, or even cared to look, but her bandage had been uncomfortably red.

A rustling sound behind him froze him in his panic. Reaching for the lamp, Harvey turned. "Frank?" He hadn't expected the rabbit to be back in his cage, not after Iron had taken him away. He hesitated, glancing back at the door, then slowly approached the cage instead, dropping to his knees to unlatch it. He could take a second or two for this.

"Frankie?" He reached in cautiously, not noticing that his hand was shaking a little. "C'mon, Frankie..." The rabbit's nose twitched, and he stared at his owner for a few seconds before slowly hopping forward. Harvey carefully picked him up, smiling gratefully as he cradled his pet against his chest. "Heyyyy there, buddy. 'S alright. It's gonna be okay. I gotcha."

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"--oof!" Liz staggered as Harvey latched onto her, briefly going stiff in his arms. Well...that pretty much settled it. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him, hugging not nearly as tightly back; even with one arm he was kind of squishing her a bit.

"I'm okay mister Finevoice, really."

"Oh, like hell." He released her, a little unwillingly, but kept a hand on her shoulder as he glanced down at her leg again. "Kid, I almost kneecapped you. You know wh - "

He quickly shut down that line of thought, old memories of his days in Chicago mixing with his mirror counterpart's considerably longer run. She looked alright right now, but he was still running on panic; he hadn't even really noticed that his own wounds didn't hurt anymore. Harvey stood, moving back over towards the bed. "C'mon, sit down."

"I know, I know, but it's okay!" Liz wasn't used to seeing him so rattled. At least not since he punched 90s Kid in the face last Halloween. She followed him toward the bed, perching lightly next to him, reaching her hand out to the rabbit on his shoulder.

"How's your arm?"

"My arm?" He sat next to her, waving a hand dismissively. "Fine. Feels like nothin' happened." Actually, the rest of him felt surprisingly good too, for having been smacked about by a wolf. But that wasn't the important thing here.

"I am so sorry, kid. C'mere, lemme see that leg. You've been walkin' around on it this whole time, haven't ya." He knew there wasn't much he could do medically - he was a hell of a lot better at causin' injury than fixin' it. But he needed to get a good idea of the damage, to see what he'd done. They could figure out how to deal with it together.

So his injuries were gone too. Liz looked a little puzzled as she lifted the leg of her jeans, revealing nothing at all. Even Frank didn't look like he'd been singed by that electricity gun. Maybe the mirror universe just didn't affect their own universe selves. Save for the memories, of course.

"Not the whole time," she admitted, "Pinkie practically pinned me down after a while."

"Huh. Good for her." Harvey looked confused by her undamaged leg as well, though of course he was happy to see it. And if he got to pass over his own injuries to his mirror self...well, frankly he wouldn't really care if the guy did get eaten by a wolf.

"But if that ever happens again, you stay down. Leg shots're tricky, you'll bleed out quicker than you'd think if it ain't done up right." Frank was moving about on his shoulder, and he set the bunny down on the bed between them instead, running a hand over his back. "Iron, listen...thanks. For stoppin' me." He almost wished she hadn't, considering what had happened after, but he never would've forgiven himself if he'd killed Frank. And that was what he'd intended to do, sooner or later.

"Well I couldn't just let you - any of you - just have your way like that." she looked down at Frank, lightly running her fingers over his fur herself, "That's why I had to keep moving. We needed to move fast."

"Guess you're right."

Normally he wouldn't have yielded to her pushin' herself like that so easily, but what right did he have to complain? Harvey turned away, resting his elbows on his knees and staring blankly at the door as he let out a long slow breath. "I really did want to kill you, Iron," he confessed in a low tone after a few seconds. "Wanted it real bad. And I wasn't gonna do it quick." He could still remember everything he'd fantasized about doin' to her, while he was lyin' trussed up in that cage. He'd probably remember it for a long time.

Liz frowned, slowly reaching up to put a hand on his shoulder.

"I know."

While she had the advantage of not knowing the details, she could see the murderous look in his eyes every time she watched him in that cell. And while she didn't let it show, it frightened her, seeing him so...monstrous. She could take Harvey on if she had to...but she'd hoped the whole time it wouldn't come to that. And it didn't, thank God.

"That's why I made sure everybody took a weapon."

Harvey didn't react to her touch, simply sagging a little further. "It's lucky I didn't hurt ya worse than I did. Good thing I - was drunk." He hesitated slightly, as if exchanging one word for another. If she'd been frightened, he was terrified. If any one of a thousand little things had gone differently, he would've killed someone. That was just what he was. He'd been a hired killer, and in all truth he'd been pretty damn content with his lot.

Hell, if things had gone a little different back in his twenties, he could've been that guy.

"Y'know 90s Kid was dead, back there? I think I might've been there when it happened. Didn't do a damn thing to help him."

"You can't just beat yourself up over it, Mister Finevoice." Liz said softly, hand still on his shoulder, "We all did some awful things in that universe." she almost shuddered to think what she was like out there...probably not too far from a certain doppelganger she hadn't seen in a while.

Harvey just listened quietly, without turning to look at her. He couldn't tell her. If he did, he'd have to explain...well, everything. Truth was, he'd done some pretty horrible things in this universe too.

"Yeah," he said finally, without much conviction. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

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