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Harvey "Two Face" Dent ([personal profile] thedawniscoming) wrote2009-02-12 11:18 pm
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[rl] Harvey and the Riddler [open to Crane and Joker]



The ramshackle 'hide out' (they really did sound like masked villains when people threw around those terms) was quieter than he expected when he first came, with no where else to really head in a city where everyone thought he was six feet under. Land lords weren't fond of giving leases to men without names, or full faces for that matter, even in the Narrows where practically anything could crawl from the woodwork with a fistful of cash.

Not that he had that either. All his bank accounts belonged to Bruce and he certainly wasn't about to go ask for money from the playboy, even if it was his own. He wasn't quite ready to steal yet either, even from the corpses of mobsters who were shunned by Liberty's etched gaze. It put Harvey Dent into a particularly troublesome predicament, living between worlds on the turn of a silver dollar. Now though, being torn between two polar sides was becoming bearable. Almost comfortable. Routine.

He didn't bother to clean or prepare for his 'guest,' and he was sure if anything the man in green would delight in mocking him for it. I can help you Harvey. Harvey scoffed as he flipped his coin in the air, watching it sail back down into his palm. Everyone seemed to think there was escape from this. Harvey knew better the minute he pressed a gun to Gordon's young son's forehead and felt nothing but vindication.

So Harvey Dent took a seat against the wall, unconsciously flipping his coin once and again, and wondered if Liberty was smiling or laughing at him in the same dry cackle that seemed to follow whenever she come up tails.

[identity profile] thedawniscoming.livejournal.com 2009-02-17 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
As much as he hated the Batman the words brought a sharp irritation, almost irrational anger, up Harvey's spine. He wasn't broken, no, maybe their Batman but not his. His Batman was a liar and a coward, the harbinger of destruction upon Gotham but he was whole - no, maybe in two. Batman and whoever was behind the mask. Not shattered - he may be a coward but he was not weak. Harvey had seen that much.

"Maybe your Batman." Harvey answered, standing up and picking up his empty glass. "Hell, maybe ours one day. But not yet." He said it as though it were the simplest response in the world, something anyone could see if they took a glance in the right direction. He poured himself another drink, turning his attention back to Edward before he downed the shot and placed the glass back down. It always left an after taste like gasoline.

"Alright." He said after the long pause, still watching Edward. "Figure out your little experiment and we'll try." He clarified, brow raised at his glass. "It's not like I have anything left to lose."

[identity profile] enigmaestro.livejournal.com 2009-02-18 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Mine's been around longer than yours has. A lot longer," pointed out the Riddler. "I'd learn from that, if I were you." A significant pause followed. "They say he's dead now, you know." His tone implied that Edward didn't buy into such propaganda. Missing, sure; Batman went missing all the time. But dead? No. Broken, bleeding, disillusioned, yes to all the above. But never dead. It was almost unfathomable.

"Well, as long as I'm your last ditch gambit," the sarcastic tone was not particularly graceful. "Nevertheless, I'm glad you understand the potential in this matter. We'll be in touch, Harv."

{Aaand end scene?]

[identity profile] thedawniscoming.livejournal.com 2009-02-18 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
They say he's dead now, as soon as the words left Nygma's mouth he glanced sharply to the man, watching his movements as though trying to pick something out. He seemed to not believe it but-

No, Harvey knew the Bat was human, disgustingly so, but to think he could die so easily nearly made him laugh. The Batman wasn't dead. It wasn't possible, in either world. Not yet at least.

"See you around." He answered, sitting back and still for a long time after the man had left. Anarchy, experimentation. His lip curled to something like a sneer before he stood, heading out into the Gotham streets with his gun tucked firmly in his belt.

[End scene~ Sorry, had to address that dead batman part :X

It was lovely rping with you, I certainly hope you'll keep in touch proposition wise and all~]