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"This is Gotham, Gordon. You don't get respect here for doing 'the right thing.'" Harvey's sneer over the words made Jim's hands slide to his hips as he glanced away and shook his head. "You get respect for surviving. So pardon me, partner, for trying to keep you alive when you're sorry hide isn't worth saving, for caring about your wife—"
"Girlfriend," Jim correctly dryly.
"Girlfriend," Harvey said agreeably, "for lying to whoever wants to kill you, and doing my job to teach you how to work in this city."
"You don't work. You're phoning it in." Jim nailed his partner with a cold look. "I've seen you work, and you don't care about doing your job and helping these peopl—"
"That's your job!" Harvey yelled, up close in Jim's space. "You're the wide-eyed rookie. You get to help people and I get to keep you alive. That's how it works, Gordon. It's Gotham."
Tense silence stretched between them.
Finally, Jim sighed. "That's not how it's supposed to work."