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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 15, 2010 15:52:45 GMT
Half a smile appeared on Two-Face's lips. "Well, thank you. I think."
Two-Face pushed the empty pizza box off the bed and settled back next to Joker, resting the back of his head on the other man's shoulder. He was about to say something very unwise about Joker's description of himself as not being a whack job, but thought better of it.
"You can talk to me. Like I said... it's our time now. People like us are where Gotham is headed."
He lifted his head to face Joker at the question, but it was a long moment before he spoke.
"Because I love him."
His brows drew together. "Fuck, I never say that, even to him. What is it about you, Joker? You get in my head. How do you do that? But yeah, I love him. And I hate him, too."
Two-Face's voice softened a little. "Me and Harvey.. it's complicated. It would be good for him to get married again, probably, but not me. Sometimes when he's happy with a girl he forgets how much he needs me. And then he comes back afterwards and I have to be the one to pick him up and glue him back together. It gets really old, Joker. I get sick of it."
He drew the coin from his pocket and gazed at it moodily. "It wouldn't be enough. No matter how often he let me out, it wouldn't be enough. So we have this. We let chance decide."
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Post by The Joker on Aug 15, 2010 16:10:03 GMT
Joker watched Harvey as he spoke, feeling smug. He quite enjoyed his ability to get into people's heads.
"Gotta be rough, Dent." He said quietly. "It's never easy having to glue people back together. Physically or metaphorically. I don't even bother with it. If someone falls apart it's their own damn problem."
He reached out and grabbed the coin, turning it over in his hands. "What the fuck did you do to it? I don't even know how you can make a coin look this shitty."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 15, 2010 16:16:05 GMT
"You wouldn't say that if you knew him." Two-Face muttered. There was a hint of sorrow in his voice."Or maybe you would. But Harvey is my problem. He'll always be my problem. Just like I'll always be his."
Two-Face's eyes widened as Joker grabbed the coin. He snarled and made a grab for Joker's wrist, missing it at first and scrambling up to his knees. He lunged out and grabbed Joker's hand in a crushing grip.
"Drop it, Joker. Now. It's MINE."
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Post by The Joker on Aug 15, 2010 16:21:16 GMT
Joker's hissed in pain as Two-Face grabbed him. "Christ, Dent, Calm the fuck down, ya big baby. Take your stupid coin." He dropped it, rolling his eyes. "No need to get all pissy over some piece of crap like this."
He yanked his wrist free once the coin was out of his grasp and rubbed his hand, pouting. "You're such a spaz."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 15, 2010 16:25:54 GMT
Two-Face's eye still glinted with anger. "It is NOT a piece of crap. You don't talk like that. Not in front of me."
He grabbed Joker's jaw and turned the other man's face towards his so he could look him in the eyes. "Understand that?"
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 15, 2010 16:43:38 GMT
The hotel was the kind of the place a young Harley had always wanted to stay when she grew up, just she'd never expected it would be under these circumstances. Her co-operation had earned her a little trust and so when they'd arrived, she'd been given a room without having to be chained up in it. She hadn't even considered leaving the room to find a member of staff or try and call 911 on the phone, still putting faith in their deal that she'd be let go when they decided to move.
She'd changed into the clothes she'd got with Harvey's money, bundling up the dress she'd worn to the fundraiser and shoving it under the bed. Looking in the mirror, she'd almost laughed. What was she doing, dressed in a simple jeans and shirt with smudged glamorous make-up, hiding out in a hotel with two madmen? Shaking her head, she'd idly explored the room that had clearly not been given the best turn-over as an abandoned bottle of ProSom had been left out on one of the tables. Trust the uber-rich and vain to have trouble sleeping at night.
Coming to the window, Harley looked out at the rising morning, wondering how she was supposed to ever go back to her normal job when little specks of blue and red began flashing in the distant. Freezing, it didn't take a genius to realise that the lights approaching the hotel were attached to police cars. Harley panicked. If she was found, left alone with plenty of ways to escape, the police were bound to question why she hadn't run as fast as she could from Harvey and the Joker and her career, and no-doubt her life, would be ruined.
Thinking fast, Harley grabbed the bottle of ProSom from the table, dashing out of her room and hurrying along the hallway, fumbling with the childlock as she went. She knew the dosage for ProSom, having been giving it to unruly patients at night for years, and knew just how much you could take to OD and not die. Stopping at the Joker's door, she knocked frantically, cursing under her breath as she got no answer. Trust him to have gone wandering now. Thankfully, the door wasn't quite latched properly and with a little forcefulness, even from someone as weak as Harley, it came open.
She didn't stop to think if she should try and find the Joker or Harvey - they could take care of themselves, as far as she was concerned. Quickly swallowing three of the ProSom tablets dry, Harley almost gagged, shuddering at the horrid feeling as she slammed the door. She hadn't eaten in hours and knew the pills wouldn't take long to enter her bloodstream so quickly dropped herself down on the Joker's messed-up sheets, crossing her fingers as she prayed it would be enough to convince the police she had not willingly abetted them.
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Post by Detective Montoya on Aug 15, 2010 16:51:08 GMT
The feeling one got right before a raid always made Renée glad that she had become a police officer. She loved the racing heart and the rush of adrenaline. As they sped through the countryside, she was nearly trembling with a mixture of excitement and nerves.
The thing she loved most was never knowing what they would run into. She loved the thrill of having to think on her feet and use her training.
The radio crackled. "All units are within 5 minutes of the hotel. Nobody enter that building until everyone is assembled. We don't want to botch this."
She snorted and chose not to respond. Part of her absently wondered if that weird guy would actually do anything, but most of her mind was running through all of the scenarios.
It was going to be a good night.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 15, 2010 16:56:26 GMT
((Immediately after Alliances))
Batman had come straight to Ilium after leaving the apartment. Along the way he had put a call through to Alfred. He had come been able to come up with just the information they needed. Joseph Kerr, and two other names that didn't exist, a false credit card, they all pointed to the same thing. Dent and The Joker were there.
He left the Tumbler in the woods off from the hotel. He looked up at the building as he approached it from the side. There were lights on in many of the windows but only two interested him. Off in the distance the faint light of patrol cars could be seen. They'd be here soon. He pulled out his grapple gun and went to the roof of the building. He then slid down the side of it until he was just above the rooms in question. He could hear sound from only one.
Taking a deep breath he pushed himself off of the wall, letting his body drop down more as he swung out. He crashed through the window detaching himself from the grapple line as he did so. He landed on both feet and quickly began taking in the situation. Dent and the Joker were both on the bed. One on top the other. His shock at the situation was immediately replaced by horror at the sight of Dent's scarring. He didn't let it show.
Harvey Dent, what happened to you?
He looked from one to the other.
"Is this what has become of the once great Harvey Dent? Is this Gotham's White Knight?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 15, 2010 17:07:11 GMT
Two-Face's head jerked to the side as the window smashed. For an instant his hand tightened on the coin and he clutched at the Joker, snarling like a predator animal about to be cheated of its prey.
Just as suddenly, his eye widened as he truly registered the figure before him...
was it truly a man...? Black clad, mask hiding his features. Cloak falling to the floor, melding with the darkness around him. He drew himself slowly to his feet, confusion and shock still etched on his features.
"No. Not any more. The White Knight is long gone." He took a step forward, Harvey Dent almost completely lost in the baleful, insane gaze of Two-Face. He shook his head, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. His voice was a furious hiss.
"What in the name of God are you?"
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Post by The Joker on Aug 15, 2010 17:10:45 GMT
Joker had been about to make some snide remark to Two-Face when the window smashed. He stared blankly at the man. "...the fuck?"
He scrambled up from the bed, regretting his choice of attire. He felt naked meeting someone new with his face unpainted, and he was very short on weapons. He pulled out the only knife he had on him, flipping it in his hand.
"Can we help you, O Caped One?"
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 15, 2010 17:23:16 GMT
Batman took note of the knife immediately. He stood, unmoving, his cape blowing slightly in the wind from the shattered window.
"I'm here to pick up the pieces of Gotham. I'm here to do what you failed to do Dent."
His eyes moved to the Joker.
"This is over. It's time to go back to your cell in Arkham. This hotel is surrounded. You can't escape."
He paused for a moment.
"Where's the doctor?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 15, 2010 17:33:55 GMT
Two-Face snarled again, but a look of desperate unhappiness flashed across his eyes before the madness returned.
"Ah. I see. So you're some nut who wants to be a hero. Catch the bad guys, rescue the girl. You're too late. Gotham doesn't deserve heroes. She doesn't need heroes. Harvey found that out the hard way. A pity for you that you won't get the same chance."
He suddenly shifted his weight and pivoted, raising one leg to kick the man in the solar plexus, aiming to drive him back through the broken window.
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Post by The Joker on Aug 15, 2010 17:37:28 GMT
Joker rolled his eyes as Two-Face attacked the man. "Sometimes you're not very bright, Dent." He muttered before picking up the pizza box and sitting on the bed. He opened it and sighed. "No more fishies."
He tossed the box back on the floor and propped himself on his elbows, watching the pair with mild interest.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 15, 2010 17:52:09 GMT
Batman made a quick sidestep and shifted forward as Dent's foot came flying up, locking the man's leg next his body with his arm. Bringing his elbow across Dent's jaw he turned into the trapped leg and threw his weight bringing him down to the ground. Using one arm to bar Dent's throat he spoke, keeping the Joker just within his peripheral vision.
"It's over Dent. You can't escape."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Aug 15, 2010 17:57:17 GMT
The black-clad man's arm on Two-Face's throat was like stone - heavy and implacable, the weight atop him as unyielding as a gargoyle come to life.
He gasped for air, then marshalling all his strength, hooked a foot over the other man's knee and flung his weight to the side, trying to roll them over.
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