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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 12, 2010 22:45:04 GMT
(OOC: tales place a few hours after "Wheel Spins". Currently unrated, but will probably contain sex and/or violence given who's in it.)
Two-Face lay back against the smooth pillows of the hotel bed and lifted a bottle of whisky to his lips. He gave a cursory glance to the cuts on his fingers he'd received when he'd broken Crane's vial of toxin, but he didn't pay them any mind. They'd heal. And he'd probably have more wounds by morning anyway.
Harvey was evidently too depressed to want to stick around, so he'd turned over control to Two-Face for the night.
~ I think you're too late for seconds; he's got his eye on Dr Quinzel. He obviously moves even faster than you do. But whatever.~ he'd said, voice bleak. ~Knock yourself out. The chances of my seeing Olivia ever again are slim to none, so at least one of us should get some pleasure out of the evening. Just don't break any bones or let him sever any of my major arteries, ok?~
Two-Face had made all the right sympathetic noises, but he wasn't overly bothered. Harv would get over her.
The telephone next to the bed was staring at him again. Deciding he'd tried to resist temptation for far too long already, Two-Face picked up the handset and dialled Joker's room number.
"Hey, it's me." Two-Face knew they hadn't spent long in each other's company, but he hoped Joker had already recognised the difference in tone between his two voices. His own voice was lower in timbre than Harvey's, rougher, his New Jersey accent more pronounced.
"So, you want to come up for a coffee? And by coffee I mean that Harvey has kindly provided me with a bottle of very good room service Scotch. Come and have a drink with me."
He took another swallow of the burning, malty liquid and smiled to himself. "And by have a drink, I mean I want you to get in here now and fuck me stupid. "
Two-Face settled more comfortably against the pillows and glanced at a pair of manila folders on the bedside table. One bore the legend Dent, H on the spine. The other had no name at all.
"I've even got some bedtime reading for you. It's quite engaging. Not half as dry and stuffy as most medical literature. In fact it has the makings of a great bodice ripper. One of those bad Harlequin romances, maybe..."
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Post by The Joker on Aug 13, 2010 4:04:56 GMT
Contrary to popular belief, Joker did need sleep. He especially needed sleep after a night of fun and frolicking. So, naturally, the moment he made it into the hotel room he had collapsed on the bed and passed out.
He groaned in annoyance as the phone rang. Without moving his body, he reached blindly for the phone. "Hello?" He mumbled.
As Two-Face spoke, Joker merely grunted at the ends of sentences and questions. He was going to tell him to go fuck himself when Harvey said the words 'medical literature' and 'Harlequin'. "I'll be right there!" He said with enthusiasm, hopping out of bed.
Too lazy to actually get dressed, he simply exited the room in his boxers and button-down shirt, humming merrily to himself as he walked. Reaching Two-Face's door, he knocked as obnoxiously as he could "Open up, Denteen! I want to read!"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 13, 2010 7:11:52 GMT
Two-Face looked up at the knock on the door and put down the bottle.
"It's open!" He called.
Two-Face smirked and held up the patient file as Joker bounced into the room, keeping it at arm's length.
"Tell me I'm brilliant."
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Post by The Joker on Aug 13, 2010 17:12:45 GMT
Joker's eyes lit up as he saw the patient files. "Dent! You're beautiful! You're amazing! You're fantastic! I want to have your children!"
He stood rather twitchily by Harvey, wanting to see the files. "Lemme see, please I want to read pretty please with sugar and fingers on top!"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 13, 2010 17:39:06 GMT
Two Face grinned at Joker's enthusiasm. "A simple thank you followed by another blow job would have sufficed, but I appreciate it."
He held out the files to Joker. "This one's yours. This one's mine, but yours is a better read. Sorry, I couldn't help looking. I'm told I have an impulse control problem..."
Two-Face sat down on the bed again and reached for the bottle of whisky.
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Post by The Joker on Aug 13, 2010 22:42:16 GMT
Joker leaned over and blew a raspberry on Harvey's face. "Thanks!" He said, grabbing the files and flopping down on the bed.
He opened the file and began reading. Every now and then he'd snort at something a doctor had written. "They uh, don't think too highly of me." When he came upon Harley's notes on him, he cocked his head to the side curiously. "She thinks my psyche is fascinating. Whaddya think of that, Harvo?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 14, 2010 15:51:40 GMT
Two-Face blinked, brows furrowed. He wiped his face and tried to be self-controlled for once. "I'm sorry, how old are you?"
He plumped up the pillows and reclined against the headboard again. "I think she's been spending way more time on your case than duty would normally call for."
He offered the bottle to Joker, eyes calculating.
"You're into her, aren't you? I mean, really into her."
He leaned over and took back his own file, flipping through it randomly.
"The entity known as Two-Face shows signs of an addictive personality," he quoted, "is a heavy drinker, is sexually promiscuous and cheerfully admits regular recreational hard drug use." He looked up. "Now really, does that sound like me? Admittedly, it would if Harvey would let me do any of it more often. "
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Post by The Joker on Aug 14, 2010 15:57:46 GMT
Joker ignored the jibe about his age and shifted position so that his legs were over Two-Face's abdomen. He put the file down and took a drink from the bottle before giving it back and propping himself on his elbows.
"I see potential in her." He said lazily. "I just want to see what I can do. She's so delightfully moldable. It's fantastic."
He flopped flat on his back. "The sexual promiscuity is spot on, sorry pal. I can see why your better half keeps you on such a tight leash. You're awfully bad."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 14, 2010 16:05:49 GMT
Two-Face rested a comfortable hand on Joker's knee as he settled back against the pillows.
"Dream on, Joker. For a psychiatrist - an Arkham psychiatrist - to get involved with a patient she'd have to be as nuts as you or I are." he considered. "She seemed to have a fairly good grip on sanity, from what I saw." He gave a short laugh. "Though last night may have changed that. You should be thanking me."
Two-Face raised his eyebrows. "I thought you said I was the better half..."
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Post by The Joker on Aug 14, 2010 16:08:14 GMT
Joker turned his head and locked eyes with Two-Face. "She was crumbling when I met her. All she needs is a few more gentle pushes and then...I'm not even sure, to be honest. I guess I"ll just have to see how things go."
He propped himself back up and absently scratched his stomach. "You're both the better half, depending on the situation. No need to get all pissy about it." He chuckled, then continued. "So what's your plan, Dent? Where to after this little siesta?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 14, 2010 16:23:24 GMT
Two-Face looked at the ceiling for a while. "I need to get out of town for a while, obviously. Chicago maybe. Metropolis... no, not Metropolis. Its so clean. Me and Harvey will lie low for a while. We've got a few off-shore accounts we can live on until the heat's off. Then back home and back to work. That's the good thing about Gotham's justice system since Harvey resigned. You can get away with murder again."
He brightened. "Or Mexico! Yeah, I want to go to Mexico. Get a little beach hut and spend a month just lying on the beach and drinking tequila." He looked at Joker. "You could come visit me. Get some colour. You're far too pale..."
Two-Face rolled onto his side, facing the other man. His eyes moved over Joker's face. "Who were you, Joker? Before, I mean. And how you got the scars... I'm curious."
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Post by The Joker on Aug 14, 2010 16:34:36 GMT
"Um, no thanks. I don't want to get skin cancer, Dent-o."
He cracked his neck and considered what to say next. Part of him wanted to string Two-Face along like he did most people, but he was honestly too tired to think of a good story. "I don't remember." He said simply. "I really don't remember much of when I was younger. Just flashes of memories mostly."
He scratched his neck. "That answer work for ya?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 14, 2010 16:38:44 GMT
Two-Face shrugged. "Then were are you planning on going?"
Two-Face looked at the Joker in silence for a moment, before he reached out and tilted Joker's face gently to one side so he could see both sides of the split, scarred grin.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Yeah, it does."
He was quiet again until something very obvious occured to him.
"Joker... where are your pants?"
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Post by The Joker on Aug 14, 2010 16:43:24 GMT
Joker shrugged. "Probably gonna let myself go back to Arkham to play with Doc Quinn some more. She's just so interesting. Gotta take care of some business first. Need to make sure that I've got enough stuff in my stash for when I want to make my grand entrance to Gotham."
At Two-Face's question, he glanced down. "They're in my room. Why? Prejudiced against pantless clowns?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 14, 2010 16:53:02 GMT
Two-Face was aghast. "You're going back to Arkham? After all that happened last night? You can't be serious. They'll kill you in there." He shook his head "You really are crazy."
He follwoed Joker's gaze, eyes lingering as he looked back up the slim legs. "I didn't realise there were enough of a group to be prejudiced against. Are there many of you?
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