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Every Sunday evening, Harvey would come to your place with pizza and sometimes beer to watch the game. It was practically tradition. However, when you get a call from the hospital saying your birth father, whom you hardly got to spend time with, had passed away. You completely forget to get the game ready and sit with your knees to your chest by the windowsill. You didn't even realize you were crying until you heard your front door open and footsteps heading toward your living room. Harvey reached the opening to where you sat, with the usual pizza and alcohol.
"Hey {Y/N}! I Got Your Favorite- Hey Why Are You Crying?"
"My Dad Died, Harv."
"I Guess It's A Good Thing I Brought Whisky, Huh?"
"Thanks Harvey."
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I feel like Harvey would be a pretty cool friend.
Who in Gotham would you want you be your best friend?
