It was that time of the month again...

Naturally, you went to Harvey. The chaotic, mentally unstable villain who could easily turn on you with the flip of a coin. Was it the smartest choice? Probably not. But he was always there when you needed him. He had experience - an ex-wife and plenty of reluctant encounters with other female villains.

You lay sprawled on one of his two couches, a heating pad pressed against your abdomen for relief. Across from you, Harvey reclined on the other couch, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. In one hand, he held a cigarette, the other casually gripping a wine glass. He looked more like a therapist than the unpredictable man he was, even though this was far from a therapy session, despite how any times he listened to you complaining.