It all happened faster than Harvey could process, a bangcrash and Tony's wide eyes on him, the same expectance Bruce had held, so much so for a moment the name almost left Harvey's lips.
But then Crane slide into the scene, and before Harvey could take a step he was donning that twine stitch smile and poisoning the trapped pair.
Crane's question barely registered in the rush of fury as he took a step forward, good eye livid and the shadows casting a mad glare to the dead one.
"You two used me as bait."He practically shouted- bait for Bruce's friend, for a man Harvey had respected before his fall. Another crack of debris behind him and a wet cough caught his attention once more though he did not turn his head, instead glaring in cold fury at Crane before turning heel.
In one fluid motion he picked up the dropped coin, flipping and catching with an expert precision. A beat and he pried a gun from one of the slaughtered goons, a shot firing in barely a second's time. The man, still clutching the launcher, fell forward, grey matter leaking from the new crack in his skull, the messy thud sounding just as Harvey turned back to Crane.
"How strong." he demanded, asking of the gas Tony and Joker were currently processing. The gun didn't point at Crane but it remained in his hand as he began back over, shackled by chance's decree of where he stood in this struggle, the best he could manage was trying to keep Tony alive and in fewer pieces.
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Date: 2009-01-14 04:53 pm (UTC)But then Crane slide into the scene, and before Harvey could take a step he was donning that twine stitch smile and poisoning the trapped pair.
Crane's question barely registered in the rush of fury as he took a step forward, good eye livid and the shadows casting a mad glare to the dead one.
"You two used me as bait."He practically shouted- bait for Bruce's friend, for a man Harvey had respected before his fall. Another crack of debris behind him and a wet cough caught his attention once more though he did not turn his head, instead glaring in cold fury at Crane before turning heel.
In one fluid motion he picked up the dropped coin, flipping and catching with an expert precision. A beat and he pried a gun from one of the slaughtered goons, a shot firing in barely a second's time. The man, still clutching the launcher, fell forward, grey matter leaking from the new crack in his skull, the messy thud sounding just as Harvey turned back to Crane.
"How strong." he demanded, asking of the gas Tony and Joker were currently processing. The gun didn't point at Crane but it remained in his hand as he began back over, shackled by chance's decree of where he stood in this struggle, the best he could manage was trying to keep Tony alive and in fewer pieces.