HELLO AGAIN GUYS. You're probably getting sick of me. That's okay. I don't mind. Here's yet another story—This is one I'm filling over on the SuitsMeme—It's a prompt on animal abuse. Obvsly. Enjoy.

Warning: Includes brief descriptions of animal abuse, which probably is a touchy subject for some people? So yeah.

Mike Ross automatically, subconsciously, catalogues everything he sees; with a memory like his, if he wants, he could recall who walked next to him in the supermarket five days ago. He doesn't really pay attention to anything he's cataloging, though. Strangers are interesting to watch when he's bored, but right at that moment, he has a job to do. He's listening to Harvey lecture about the proper way to drink scotch, when his boss suddenly just stops and Mike sees him. Him. The bastard.

He used to be best friends with a drug addict and dealer, his roommate freshman year of college had a foot fetish, and his neighbor in his apartment building has probably jumped more people than Mike has slept with, but this man, the one in plain sight, disgusts Mike. People like him are disgusting.

The man is kicking a puppy. Who kicks puppies?

Mike can answer that question: assholes. Assholes kick puppies. Lowlife assholes. Harvey is an asshole, but he doesn't kick puppies.

3.8 seconds after seeing the man attacking the puppy, Mike switches from shock and disgust to anger. Red-hot anger. He'd like to kick the man until he literally shatters his leg and physically cannot kick anymore. He'd like to punch the man's face until the damage is so bad that even plastic surgery can't help him, so that when people ask him what happens, he has to tell them that he kicked a puppy and that's why—

Apparently, Harvey hates puppy-kickers as much as Mike does, because suddenly his boss isn't at his side anymore, he's up in the man's personal space, and god, Mike has to hear this.

He quickly follows his boss, reading his lips until he gets within hearing range. His boss is acting calm, too calm, which means the man is about to be dead soon. No one survives when Harvey uses his you-are-about-to-be-in-a-world-of-pain look.

"Well, good sir," Harvey bites out sarcastically, his hands clenching, his façade dropped, "I hope you know that karma isn't real, but I am." The man looks at him, alarmed by the sudden change in his tone of voice, when Harvey turns slightly to Mike and says, "Mike, grab the dog."

Mike quickly jumps in to do just that, picking up the tiny creature that had been lying at the man's feet. The puppy is shaking in Mike's arms, white fur matted with blood. Mike has to physically calm himself down so he doesn't accidentally hurt the dog. That. Bastard. By the time he looks back up at his boss, Harvey has the man pinned against the outer wall of a bank. A lady slows down as if to see if the man—abuser—is in trouble, but upon seeing the puppy in Mike's arms and Harvey's glare, she understands and her eyes get a little misty, and she quickly walks away.

"And right now, I'm here to deliver some justice. My name is Harvey Specter. You're going to need to know that later on, so you can tell all your friends about how the best corporate lawyer in New York City kicked your ass for beating on a defenseless animal. And then, when the media catches wind of this—they will, I have connections—they will know all about you. I read body language for a living, and that shit's pretty insightful, so let me tell you this: you're a lowlife asshole who is probably the manager of a convenience store. You demean and humiliate your employees, and you will die alone."

'Ho-ly shit.'

"That hit a nerve? Good, dumbass. You see that puppy in my associate's arms? When people see pictures of it—which they will—they will want to take it home with them and dote on it until it feels better. Because it's a baby animal. You, on the other hand? If I had my way with you the way I want to right now, people would look at your face and not blink an eye. Because no one, and I repeat, no one, feels bad for an asshole who gets his kicks out of beating the shit out of puppies." The man stared at Harvey, petrified, and if he weren't scum-of-the-Earth, Mike would feel bad, because damn, his boss is intimidating.

Oh god I googled pictures of abused puppies to base this puppy off off BUT OH GOD DON'T EVER DO THAT, EVER.