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Post by Olivia Hale on Nov 1, 2010 18:52:48 GMT
Olivia took the phone and watched Joker's exit with worried eyes. "I've never seen him this ill, Harv. It's unnerving."
She scrolled through the contacts list and found the doctor, but paused. In her mind, she went through all of the deaths he'd caused, lives he'd ruined and buildings he'd destroyed. She looked up at Harvey. "Harv...I...does he deserve a doctor? I mean...think of what he's done." She bit her lip, torn about what to do. "I probably shouldn't have even let him in but...I mean, think of the history we have with him, especially you. I just don't know what's right, you know?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Nov 1, 2010 20:14:40 GMT
Harvey stopped in the doorway of the spare room. His fingers closed tightly around his coin for a moment. It wasn't like Olivia to be confused over what was right and what was wrong. He gazed at her with unreadable eyes. "Let's find out, shall we?" A practiced flick of his thumb and the coin soared into the air.  Bitterness showed plain in Harvey's eyes before he strode forwards and pulled hte phone from Olivia's grasp. "No doctors," he snarled. "He'll have to take his chances alone." Without another word he prowled back to the living room and sat down, staring moodily into middle distance, trying not to think of the shivering, deathly ill man in the next room. |
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Post by Olivia Hale on Nov 1, 2010 20:37:57 GMT
Olivia could have cried at the sight of the coin. Instead, she took a deep breath and sank down next to Harvey, placing a hand gently on his arm. "I'm sorry, Harv. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I..."
She hesitated, looking towards the spare bedroom. "I've never felt so conflicted, Harvey. Just, let me talk this out. He came to us for help. Think of how hard that was for him. He doesn't trust many people, but apparently he trusts us. And I mean...you've killed people as well, Harvey. Hell, even I've ended a life. Is it right for us to judge him?"
She took her hand off of his arm and rubbed her temples. "Gah! I just don't know. What do you think?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Nov 1, 2010 21:05:10 GMT
"Yes, you should," he said heavily, his coin beginning its endless looping journey over his hand once more.
He turned a dark gaze on her. "Oh, you feel conflicted, do you? Welcome to my world. That's how I feel every moment of every day." He held up a warning hand. "Don't preach at me, Olivia. I know exactly how he feels about us."
He turned to face her, genuine anger in his face. "I don't care how many people he's killed. I don't make the judgments." He held up the blackened side of the coin "This does."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Nov 1, 2010 21:32:00 GMT
Olivia stared at him, temporarily speechless. Once his reaction sunk in, her anger flared and she narrowed her eyes.
"Are you fucking serious right now, Dent? Am I really not entitled to an opinion about this? I thought couples were supposed to be able to talk about issues without retaliation."
She shot the coin a filthy look. "At least you have that fucking coin to make decisions. I, however, don't have a crutch. I have to do it on my own so don't get pissy with me about making human mistakes."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Nov 1, 2010 23:27:22 GMT
Harvey leapt to his feet, bristling like a wild animal, eyes flaming. He grabbed her arm in an iron grip. "Never talk that way in front of me again, Olivia."
He glared at her for a long moment before the madness faded from his eyes and he stepped back, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... this is what he does, Ollie. He's a disease. You say he's sick - and he is - he is the sickness. I can't let myself get infected with it again."
He closed his eyes for a moment. "But you're right. We can't turn him away."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Nov 1, 2010 23:36:40 GMT
Olivia's expression bled black with fury as she rose to her feet. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You have absolutely no right to threaten or touch me like that, Harvey Dent. You know, its times like this that I wonder what I'm getting myself into with marrying you."
She yanked off her engagement ring and slammed it down on the coffee table. "Keep that. I'm going to stay with Bruce tonight. I may be back in the morning."
She grabbed her purse and coat, pausing briefly in the doorway. "Figure out what you want to do with the clown. I'm over this." With that, she slammed the door behind her.
Olivia leaned heavily against the wall outside their apartment door, breathing heavily. She wasn't really sure who she was more upset with: Harvey or herself. It didn't matter, Bruce would help her talk the situation out. He was good at that.
He was also good at other things, but Harvey didn't need to know about those.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Nov 2, 2010 21:22:46 GMT
Harvey's fists clenched as he fought to keep himself under control. Two-Face growled in his head, telling him what he had said right form the beginning - that Olivia was never going to marry him. It was never going to work. As always, he shook the voice off.
She'd be back in the morning. She always was.
After a long moment. Harvey talked back to the spare room and stood in the doorway, watching Joker as he curled into a ball, still trembling with fever.
"Why are you here, Joker?"
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Post by The Joker on Nov 2, 2010 22:41:48 GMT
Joker opened his eyes to look at Harvey pathetically. The cruel, calculating part of his brain had shut down, leaving him incapable of making a response he wouldn't regret later.
"I didn't have anywhere else to go." He whispered.
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Nov 2, 2010 22:49:55 GMT
Harvey sgihed and stepped forwards, he sank down on the edge of the bed.
"It's been months, Joker. Just when I think we've seen the last of you, here you are."
Harvey looked down. "He misses you."
He straighteneed his shoulders. "Anyway. You're in no condition to talk about him. Do you want something to eat? Are you warm enough?"
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Post by The Joker on Nov 2, 2010 23:26:22 GMT
"He knew it needed to be done." Joker said simply, curling up further in the sheets.
"I...I think I need to eat. Olive said she was making me soup...When's the doctor coming, Harv? I really...I'm not doin' so hot, pal."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Nov 3, 2010 20:37:18 GMT
Harvey was quiet for a moment "Yes. He did know. It didn't make it any easier on him, though. He's not like me - he' not used to relationships ending on anything but his own terms. In fact he's not used to relationships at all."
He stood, and hesitated for a long moment before he brushed back the tangled wet hair from Joker's forehead. The skin was hot with fever. "I'll heat up the soup for you."
He paused in the doorway. If he knew Olivia, she'd ignore the result of the coin toss and fetch the doctor herself. Well, there wasn't much he could do about that.
"He's coming, Joker. Soon. Try to rest - I'll be back shortly."
Ten minutes later e returned with a bowl of chicken broth and a tall glass of iced water. Harvey set it down on the bedside table.
He spoke quietly. "Come on Joker, sit up. Do you need me to help you?" He pulled a couple of spare pillows from the other side of the bd, ready to prop up the sick man into a seated position.
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Post by Olivia Hale on Nov 3, 2010 21:08:39 GMT
Olivia never actually made it to the cab. She sat in the lobby of her apartment building for a while, replaying the situation in her head. Guilt was beginning to gnaw at her. While she couldn't really blame herself for how she'd reacted, it was still difficult not to. Things had just been so up and down with them. It was...rough.
She pulled out the cell phone and dialed the doctor. Once she got off the phone with him, she went back to the apartment. Now wasn't the time to fight with Harvey, not with Joker so sick. Besides, there was no telling what sort of scene she'd return to if Two-Face got loose with Joker in the house.
She made it to the doorway of the spare bedroom as Harvey adjusted Joker's pillows and smiled slightly at the sight. Even with all of his faults, he was undeniably a good man.
"The doctor won't be here until morning. The snow storm's getting worse and he didn't want to risk it. What can I do to help?"
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Nov 7, 2010 17:35:03 GMT
Harvey turned his head a little as he heard Olivia enter the room. "You're back early. I wasn't expecting you for a good few hours. That's normally how long it takes you to get over a burst of self-righteousness. Especially ones where you blithely ignore my decisions."
He straightened up, and turned to face her, wariness in his expression. "I have no idea. I'm not much of a nursemaid. What does one normally do when installing a psychotic clown who's hacking up a lung in the spare room?"
He looked at Joker's drawn face and despite himself, gently laid a hand on his forehead. He frowned. "He's burning up. We need to do something about this fever."
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