Harvey pressed his fingers into the coin in his pocket, eyes never leaving the Joker's work as he pulled it out, flipped. Tails, always tails. Rachel's bitter imprint on his life face up. Sometimes he wondered if he should hate her before the clarity fell away again.
"We're doing this my way." He said, eyes now fixed on the Joker, his blood and grease paint splattered face. He turned the coin over in his fingers - his way - and turned away from the mess that had once been a highly sought mob dealer. "I know where to smoke more out."
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Date: 2009-05-05 08:54 am (UTC)"We're doing this my way." He said, eyes now fixed on the Joker, his blood and grease paint splattered face. He turned the coin over in his fingers - his way - and turned away from the mess that had once been a highly sought mob dealer. "I know where to smoke more out."