In Gotham, the line between love and hate always seemed blurry, tangled in the mess of the city's shadows. Enemy relationships were never just about simple animosity. There was always something else lurking beneath the surface - an unspoken connection, a pull that made it impossible to truly sever ties, even with the one you were supposed to despise.

Harvey, hated you. His disdain for you ran deep, in every word, every glare. Every time you crossed his mind - hatred ran through his veins. You annoyed him beyond belief, yet he couldn't deny the connection he and you had. You gave him reason to live, you... in some sick, twisted way, made him happy.

Even when he slammed you roughly against the wall and his hands roughly gripped the front of your shirt. Your soft breaths intermingled with his, the steady rhythm of your hearts syncing as if drawn to the same beat. His lips brushed your ear, and in the midst of the tension, his voice came out calm, almost a whisper.

"I wanna tear you apart..."