Deviation Actions
Literature Text
He had hoped that this time, Gordon would decide to wait for the bomb squad and the fire department. He'd hoped. He hadn't expected it.
To be quite honest, Harvey is perfectly aware that there's no way in seven Hells or Satan's fiery panties that the bomb squad would get there in time. That's why, this time, he doesn't complain when Gordon goes charging into a building that's minutes from being blown to Kingdom-come to save a bunch of kids. He just follows.
Bombers tend to have a few loose screws. That's just the way of the world. This guy, though? If he shook his head too hard, everything would fall apart. He didn't plan things out. Oh, look! I have an extra bomb! And there's an old apartment building there! And a bunch of little school kids walking by! Time to blow up the neighborhood! Thankfully, he also was one of the ones that seemed to want to be caught, because he called the cops before he pressed the trigger on each one.
They'd found out about his latest endeavor not five minutes ago. Luckily, they'd already been in the area. There was a short amount of time before the bombs in the building were set to go boom. If they found the kids quickly, they could still survive this. The kids are chained to the wall in one of the rooms right under where the bomb was set. They say they weren't the only kids brought in. there's another set somewhere in the building. As Gordon pulls the chain out of the wall with a crowbar that had handily been laying nearby, Harvey goes hunting as quickly as he can for the other kids. By now, there are sirens outside.
The bomb turns into a bit of a dud. It goes off after Gordon gets the kids out, but it doesn't have near the firepower the others had. It's still enough to throw Harvey into a wall and trap him there as fires rage around him. He wonders how it is that Gordon managed to take all the luck and not share any with him. Maybe he should take him gambling sometime, if he manages to get out of here.
Just as he's starting think that he is well and truly screwed this time, someone appears with a fire extinguisher and clears a path to him. It's Jim. “I was wondering where you'd got to,” he mutters.
Harvey replies, “Where's the fire department?”
“At a different bomb site. There were two. That's where the other children were. The other trucks haven't got here yet.” Jim manages to unpin him fairly easily. Having two hands to do it with must have been the trick, so Harvey refuses to be embarrassed that he hadn't been able to budge the thing. It's then that the firefighters find them and escort them with oxygen tanks out of the building. About time.
The paramedics fuss over them both a little when they get out, but neither Harvey's nor Jim's smoke inhalation was severe. Harvey's injuries are superficial, but he feels like he got hit by a truck. Or, you know, was in an explosion.
“Thanks,” Harvey says quietly, without turning to look at his partner.
“You would've done the same for me,” comes the response, “just with a lot more complaining.” Harvey finally turns to see the smirk on Jim's face. He almost punches him, but ends up settling on laughing and gripping his shoulder. He leaves his hand there and they sit like that for quite a while.
