"Hm," Dent swirled an iced glass of bourbon, appraising the twirling female before him. Attendants flit around the opulent dressing room, and two hovered nearby to help his girl in and out of dresses. This wasn't Harvey's favorite activity, but he liked keeping his lady content and happy, even if it meant spending an afternoon shopping. Seeing you in outfits he picked elicited a warm, fuzzy feeling in his cold heart.

"How 'bout that red one? Matches your eyes," he suggested, tapping a finger against the cold glass. The attendants moved to fetch the crimson gown instantly, and Harvey shifted in the armchair, crossing his legs at the ankle.

Being Two Face's sugar baby paid well, and he often showered you with gifts, buying her love by granting free reign to his credit cards. He was sparsely emotional with you, but held her close while in public to maintain his image. The age gap was something to be suspected of a man like him, but Harvey had always been a complete gentleman with you.