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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 2, 2011 14:19:40 GMT
Olivia's head was pounding as she entered Harvey's apartment. Her evening away had ended up being more irritating than if she had stayed. Though the hotel was supposedly one of the nicest in Gotham, the occupants were some of the worst. The room above her had what had sounded like elephants running around and the room next to hers had a very enthusiastic couple.
She wished she had just stayed and dealt with Joker's whining.
Loud music was coming from Two-Face's room and Olivia gave an irritated sigh. Of course it would be her boyfriend's less desirable personality that had control when she needed some Harvey time. Just her luck.
She stalked over and pushed the door the rest of the way open. Her grumblings about the music died in her throat.
Two-Face was bench pressing weights but that wasn't what was strange. There was a cut across his toned stomach that Olivia didn't remember seeing before.
"What the hell happened?" She asked, taking a nervous step forward, eyes darting to the bunched up sheets on the bed. "Why are you bleeding? You weren't bleeding when I left yesterday."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 2, 2011 14:27:32 GMT
Two-Face lost count of how many bench presses he'd done as Olivia entered the room. He scowled at her. "I'm what?" He looked down. The cut Joker had made last night had opened with the strain of his workout, and was bleeding again. He hadn't noticed.* "Son of a... hand me that towel, Doll." He gestured to the towel hanging over one end of the bed. (*follow the link to an LJ thread, but please be aware it is rated NC-17 for very rough sex including knifeplay, D&S, bondage and severe pain. What can we say? Joker was feeling better...) |
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 2, 2011 14:34:10 GMT
"I wasn't aware that bench pressing caused your skin to open up." Olivia said dryly as she grabbed the towel. "Care to explain or am I just going to have to guess?"
On her way over to hand him the towel she switched off the stereo. "I'm surprised you're not deaf yet. Anyway, where's the clown? Minus the awful music it is entirely too quiet in here for him to still be around."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 2, 2011 14:48:12 GMT
Two-Face sat up and wiped the blood trail from his stomach then mopped the sweat from his face.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's -
The stereo cut off and he scowled at her again. "Joker was feeling... jumpy."
He took a long drink from the bottle of water next to the exercise bench and settled back down. "And when he gets jumpy he likes to assert himself." He gripped the bar and began his workout again. He smirked at her.
"This is nothing. You should have seen the marks I left on him. And in answer to your question, my beloved Clown Prince has gone back home."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 2, 2011 14:53:25 GMT
"That's disgusting." Olivia said, wrinkling her nose as he wiped his face with the bloody rag. "I sometimes wonder how you've survived this long."
Two-Face was not helping her headache and she was starting to get irritated. "Joker did that? And you're okay with it? Two-Face..."
She glared down at him. "What's wrong with you? I know you're not as stupid as you act so you should see how ridiculous this is. There's nothing wrong with a little rough play but with you two...One of you is going to end up dead."
She poked him in the shoulder. "And you're not the only person in that body. Show Harvey some goddam respect and find a better partner. Do you even know if he's clean? God only knows where that clown's been."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 2, 2011 20:43:04 GMT
He shrugged, as best he could with a heavy barbell above his head. The thought that one of them could go too far one night and end up killing each other was a very real possbility, and he'd certainly considered it. But Joker was too important to him to let such considerations get in the way.
"It would most likely be me who ends up dead, because he prefers to use knives and I'm a traditionalist. I like the good old fashioned whips and chains. I don't think anyone has died from those recently."
He sat up when Olivia poked him in the shoulder. He took another drink and picked up a dumbell, starting a round of bicep curls.
"Maybe Harvey should find himself a better partner," he snapped. "Anyway, I'm not going to worry about things that could kill me in ten years time when there are at least two hundred people out there who'd like to kill me right now. Not to mention a very large bat."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 3, 2011 5:58:50 GMT
"What is wrong with you?" Olivia asked angrily. "I mean...are you really that nonchalant about death? There is no coming back from it, Two-Face. And you are being very selfish since this isn't even your body."
She crossed her arms and gave him her best glare. "Besides, if you pick up something from that psychopath then I pick up something. Just because you're so willing to throw your life down the toilet for a good fuck doesn't mean I am."
His mention of the bat took a moment to process. Olivia stiffened and narrowed her eyes. "Don't even use him as an excuse. He's made his no kill policy very clear. You just need to grow up and understand that your actions have consequences that affect more people than just yourself."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 3, 2011 19:44:12 GMT
Two-Face was beginning to get irritated. There was only so much he could take in one morning.
"Nonchalent? No. Just realistic. What, you think me and Harvey are going to live to see your grandchildren grow up? Wake up, kid. People in our profession live short, ugly lives and die violent deaths. I don't want to die, but I know I can't avoid it. One day our luck will run out and we'll be gunned down leaving a movie theatre or blown up in a car bomb, or if the GCPD have their way, shot by the gallant boys in blue. Or one day Harvey's going to end up blowing his own brains out or going for a long walk off a tall building." he gave an ugly sneer. "Didn't think of that one, did you?"
Two-Face's grp tightened on the dumbell, his voice biting. "All this time and you still think that's all Joker means to me. If youre waiting for me to fall in love with you instead it's going to be a long wait, beautiful."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 3, 2011 20:56:26 GMT
It felt as thought someone had poured ice water into Olivia's stomach. This was a reality that she'd been unwilling to address. "Harvey wouldn't kill himself." Olivia said, wishing she could believe that. "He...you two have too much to live for. I mean, if you went in and got treatment then things could go back to how they were before the attack. You could move away from Gotham where you'll be safer. You don't have to live like this."
She ran her hands through her hair. "I don't expect you to. It would obviously be nice for 100% of my boyfriend to love me but..." She gave a hollow laugh. "That sounds so ridiculous. I never expected to be in a relationship with someone who was so damn blind to the fact that they had a problem. It's exhausting."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 3, 2011 22:20:15 GMT
Two-Face sneered at her again, but this time there was despair in his eyes under the ever-present fury. "There's no treatment for us. There's nobody who could get rid of me, and even if they could, like I've told you before, he doesn't want me to go. He wouldn't know how to live without me now. He needs me. One day you'll be gone, just like Gilda, and I'll be the one who's still here. "
He put down the dumbell and spoke in uncharacteristicalyl quiest tones. "Where would we go? This is the right place for us. This city's half-way to hell, it always has been. It suits us. Harvey tried to bring it back from the brink, and he failed. Now the Bat's trying the same thing. I look forwards to seeing the results."
He picked up the dumbell again. "Theres a difference between accepting there's a problem and thinking you can do anything about it."
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 3, 2011 22:54:56 GMT
"I'm not going anywhere." Olivia said quietly. "Harvey would be able to adapt, I know it. I think you're just scared that he'll be able to stand on his own two feet. He doesn't need you dripping poison into his ears. You're cancerous."
Her expression softened. "Maybe you could move to the outskirts and find a nice house. A little quiet time would do everybody some good. The city is toxic and just makes everything worse."
She stepped towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder. "There's still hope that Harvey will be able to live a normal life. You just have to loosen your grip and let him move on."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 7, 2011 23:35:36 GMT
Two-Face sat back, sneering at her in dark amusement. "What a lovely suburban life we could have, the three of us. Harvey could coach Little League and run a book on the side betting on the games. I could run a protection racket for girl scout cookies." He noticed something about her words. " you said 'you could move'. Not 'we could move'. Whats up, Kid? Sick of life in Casa de Dent already?"
His hand tightened further on the dumbell as she touched him, and for a moment he was tempted to smash it against the side of her skull.
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 7, 2011 23:40:28 GMT
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him. "Must you take everything I say the wrong way? I just meant...You know what, maybe I am a little sick of life at Casa de Dent."
She poked him in the shoulder as she allowed the frustration she'd pent up pour out. "I'm sick of you. I'm tired of being belittled and treated by a second class citizen every time you're supposedly 'out'. I hate being kicked aside every time that stupid clown shows up so you two can have your little love fests. It isn't fair. I shouldn't have to share my fucking boyfriend with somebody else."
She crossed her arms and gazed down at him, her disgust for the situation evident on her face. "You know what I"m really sick of? Having to pretend that you're a different person. You're not. You're just a goddamn coping mechanism."
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Post by Harvey Dent/Two-Face on Apr 10, 2011 23:48:03 GMT
Two-Face's bloodshot gaze burned as Ollie snapped at him. He stood up slowly, still holding the dumbell. Rage made his blood sing in his own ears.
"You know what else isn't fair?" His voice was a growl. "That it's not a love fest. I would do anything for him, and I do. We give him everything he wants. We never say no. We take care of him, we nurse him, Harvey runs round after him like he's a goddamned baby, he and I do things in bed that you and Harvey couldn't ever imagine, and he still can't say he loves me." He flung the dumbell in blind rage, the heavy weight crashing through the wardrobe door in an ugly explosion of splintering wood.
He rounded on Olivia, hands descending on her shoulders as he pushed her roughly backwards. His jaw was set, voice dripping with bitterness. "And you have the nerve to say to me that it isn't fair. There is no fair."
At Ollie's final words he lost all control. Snarling like an animal he grabbed her again, yanking a handful of her hair cruelly hard to bring her face up to look at him.
"You don't know anything about me, you pathetic little slut," his voice rose to a roar. "I keep Harvey alive. Where would he be without me? You think he could cope with the guilt of everything we've done? He'd have given up long ago." Two-Face's fingers dug into her shoulders as he screamed into her face "And you say I don't fucking exist?"
He hit her then, hard, in the stomach., his clenched fist conncting with the softness of her abdomen with a rage-filled snarl. He grabbed her hair again and pushed her forwards with a sweep of his arm, knocking her onto the bed.
"You know, sometimes I think Harvey's father was right." Two-Face bent quickly and picked up the sjambok which had rolled under the bed when neither he nor Joker had been bothered to put it away the previous night. "And the only way to get people like you to understand anything is to fucking beat it into them."
He raised his arm, breathing hard.
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Post by Olivia Hale on Apr 11, 2011 0:24:02 GMT
When Two-Face stood up Olivia realized that she probably should have kept her irritation at him to herself. His reaction to her lovefest comment was alarming. Olivia hadn't realized exactly how much Two-Face loved Joker and how much it hurt him that the feeling wasn't returned.
She realized it then.
"Two-Face, I'm sor-" she jumped as he broke the wardrobe. This was bad.
She stumbled backwards as he pushed her. Panic was beginning to overwhelm her and she didn't even have a chance to defend herself before he grabbed her hair.
"I'm sorry!" Olivia exclaimed. "I didn't...I didn't mean it!"
It felt as though a semi truck crashed into Olivia's stomach. The breath rushed out of her and her knees buckled. The force of the blow caused her eyes to tear up and a horrible wave of nausea to hit her. Before she really knew what was happening, she was on the bed.
Still struggling to get her breath back, she frantically rolled over so she could see Two-Face. What little color was left in her face drained as she saw the whip in his hands. "Harvey." She gasped, terrified of what his reaction would be if she moved. "Please, 'm sorry."
Olivia realized that, in that moment, there was a very good possibility that Two-Face would kill her in his rage. She also realized there wasn't much she could do about it. Feeling weak, hopeless and breathless, she curled up and covered her head with her arms in a last ditch effort to protect herself from something she had brought on herself. It didn't feel good to know that this was her fault. She should have learned by now when to keep her mouth shut. She thought of Bruce and how she'd failed him as well.
"'m sorry.."
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