"I never made promises, Joker. That's the difference. I'm cleaning up the mess he won't touch--"
he'd barely glanced over his shoulder before it hit him like a freight train, forcing the suit forward, helmet embedding into the wall before him with the sheer force of it. Alarms were screaming in his ear, diagnostics running before his eyes letting him know that it was shutting down and quick; his legs were the first to go and they slumped as did the rest of him.
Lucky for Joker, the suit had served as a buffer against the blast and he was for the most part untouched by it save for pinned against the wall by it. His back, still exposed, was a mess of wires and sparks, the inner layer of the spine showing-- so much so that it nearly showed the man himself inside of it. Cracked open like a damn egg.
He knew he shouldn't have used the spare suit at Bruce's place; he should've brought the one routinely upgraded, he shouldn't have avoided doing damage diagnostics on it's weak points and ultimately he should get up.
A hand rose and braced against the wall, pushed back and as he did he got a breeze of cold air against his face and in that moment it was heavenly. A faltering, angry voice in his ear was asking something he couldn't make out and it took looking into that face-shaped hole in the wall to realize his mask had been left behind in it.
"Shit," he was entirely at their mercy. Tony looked to Harvey quick, mind screaming help me you motherfucker, help me but he couldn't say anything-- and it was the silence that summoned Crane.
Juxtaposed to all the carnage around him, he looked perfectly dressed as always, carrying that oh so familiar briefcase.
"You do hire the best ones, Joker," he mused, eyes bright as Tony looked rather like a deer in headlights. Endearing. He should look like that more often!
He propped open the case on some rubble and slipped on the mask, pulling two canisters from within and with an unseen smile, let loose on the pair. For a long moment he relished how Tony struggled violently in his suit, tried to hold his breath, heaved miserable breaths, shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as if it'd turn it all away.
And then there was Joker. A sacrifice in this situation-- wouldn't be able to get him out without moving Tony and there certainly weren't the resources for that right now. Not for another 15 minutes at least. And Crane wanted to see what would happen.
As if he'd give up the opportunity to properly succumb the Joker. Perhaps he'd understand, now, the appeal.
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Date: 2009-01-14 11:01 am (UTC)he'd barely glanced over his shoulder before it hit him like a freight train, forcing the suit forward, helmet embedding into the wall before him with the sheer force of it. Alarms were screaming in his ear, diagnostics running before his eyes letting him know that it was shutting down and quick; his legs were the first to go and they slumped as did the rest of him.
Lucky for Joker, the suit had served as a buffer against the blast and he was for the most part untouched by it save for pinned against the wall by it. His back, still exposed, was a mess of wires and sparks, the inner layer of the spine showing-- so much so that it nearly showed the man himself inside of it. Cracked open like a damn egg.
He knew he shouldn't have used the spare suit at Bruce's place; he should've brought the one routinely upgraded, he shouldn't have avoided doing damage diagnostics on it's weak points and ultimately he should get up.
A hand rose and braced against the wall, pushed back and as he did he got a breeze of cold air against his face and in that moment it was heavenly. A faltering, angry voice in his ear was asking something he couldn't make out and it took looking into that face-shaped hole in the wall to realize his mask had been left behind in it.
"Shit," he was entirely at their mercy. Tony looked to Harvey quick, mind screaming help me you motherfucker, help me but he couldn't say anything-- and it was the silence that summoned Crane.
Juxtaposed to all the carnage around him, he looked perfectly dressed as always, carrying that oh so familiar briefcase.
"You do hire the best ones, Joker," he mused, eyes bright as Tony looked rather like a deer in headlights. Endearing. He should look like that more often!
He propped open the case on some rubble and slipped on the mask, pulling two canisters from within and with an unseen smile, let loose on the pair. For a long moment he relished how Tony struggled violently in his suit, tried to hold his breath, heaved miserable breaths, shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as if it'd turn it all away.
And then there was Joker. A sacrifice in this situation-- wouldn't be able to get him out without moving Tony and there certainly weren't the resources for that right now. Not for another 15 minutes at least. And Crane wanted to see what would happen.
As if he'd give up the opportunity to properly succumb the Joker. Perhaps he'd understand, now, the appeal.
"How does it feel, Harvey?"