thedawniscoming: (you're not playing the odds friend.)
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The man had stopped moving, a faint tremor here or there, the kind that still held some hope but not in escape, not with his ankle twisted which way and Harvey's gun on him. His back against a wall he stared, eyes not on the gun but on Harvey's face, edging on recognition. Smart guy. Cocking the gun brought his attention snapping back quickly enough.

And it begins again. "Don't look so afraid." His tone was sharp. "I'm going to give you the chance plenty never get." He pulled out his coin and held it up. "In a trial you'd either go free or be considered a threat and eliminated before you hit the stands. You know don't you Mr. Rossetti?"

Harvey raised his brow. "Then we'll be fair." He turned the coin over in his hand. "Heads or tails?"
[ooc: Warning for violence, gore and whatnot. That sort of thing.]

Date: 2009-05-06 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Harvey didn't bother looking up as he made his second drink, pulling the gun from his belt and tossing it in the Joker's direction. Fair was fair after all, Joker had given Harvey that gun months ago. Just returning the favor.

Date: 2009-05-06 08:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He obliged Joker when he came close, purred in his ear, by slipping an arm around his middle-- stiffly, uncomfortably, but it was there. And that calm exterior fractured enough to show ... surprise? maybe, when the gun was tossed to Joker. His free hand still held the pen from before, twisted it absently between his fingers.

Well, he couldn't have that. He tightened his hold momentarily, shifting to tilt, murmur close, "I believe you." And in one quick movement he plunged the pen high into Joker's thigh, forcing it with surprising strength into the muscle.

Jonathan smiled.

Date: 2009-05-06 08:49 am (UTC)
tntandgasoline: (Fucking pissed)
From: [personal profile] tntandgasoline
His hands only barely had a grip on the gun when Crane stabbed him, but they clenched down tight and he howled, not thinking twice before pressing the barrel into the side of Crane's head.

"Take it out." He cocked the gun and groped with his free hand for his sock, pulling out another blade and - for lack of anything better to do - jammed it in to Crane's shoulder. "And hope I don't pull the trigger."

Date: 2009-05-06 08:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He resisted the urge to laugh and it was gone by the time the blade sunk into his shoulder. Lips parted, gaped, once, twice-- goddamnit, collect yourself, Jonathan. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep from vocalizing the pain, brows drawing, expression twisting between agony and anger. Fuck.

"We-e're even," he growled, sounding ragged, pained and finally he looked to him, tilted to the barrel so it pressed more firmly, "You won't."

Date: 2009-05-06 09:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Harvey watched with a mild sort of curiosity, a man watching a suitably entertaining show. Part of him smiled at the display, like two wolves tearing each other apart, the monsters under the bed self destructing in their own shadows.

He pulled out his coin, flipping with one hand as the display continued, as they growled and glared at each other, glancing down before finishing his second drink and stepping forward. He grabbed Joker's wrist from behind, pulling the gun up and away from Crane's head.

"Enough." He said, looking down at the two of them with an unreadable expression, tone more concrete and char than man.
Edited Date: 2009-05-06 09:04 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-05-06 09:08 am (UTC)
tntandgasoline: (Crraaazy grin)
From: [personal profile] tntandgasoline
"I will," he snapped, finger reaching for the trigger when Harvey grabbed his arm and pulled it back. He snarled and twisted the knife, locking the safety back into place and letting the goddamned gun drop. "Fine." He grabbed Crane's chin again and grinned. "I like it better when you're gasping, anyway."

And then, leaving the knife in place, he made a complete 180-degree turn in his mood, grinning pleasantly at the doctor. "Where's your gas? I wanna see what happens when you put a dead man on drugs."

Date: 2009-05-06 09:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
White Knight indeed; his relief was destroyed, of curse, by the twist, which caught him off guard enough to let a strained, hurt noise keen in his throat. When Joker looked him in the face, he looked furious. So much for even.

Crane grimaced at the remark, then deadpanned to the following question, "I have none here." His arm slinked back from around him to grasp the handle of the knife, eying how deep it'd managed to go. Just touching the handle hurt but fear wouldn't pull it loose. Never fixed anything.

Nostrils flared and he jerked it free with naught but a grunt, stabbing it into the arm of the couch. No, he was not happy. This suit was new.

Date: 2009-05-06 09:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Harvey took the gun back, placing it in his belt and leaning against a wall, closer to the pair then before but still a safe distance away. The man on the ground stared up at him and he stared back fighting a conflicting mix between nausea and morose satisfaction. Know about bad luck pal.

He glanced to Crane, part of him nearly turning to grab the first aide kit shoved away in the kitchen when the ludicrous nature of the idea hit him like a storm. He laughed, a snort really, to himself, taking a moment before speaking in calm tones.

"Then we'll just throw him back in the gutter where he belongs." The man twitched and Harvey smiled jaggedly at him.

Date: 2009-05-06 09:34 am (UTC)
tntandgasoline: (ShakyCam HAHAHA)
From: [personal profile] tntandgasoline
The Joker grinned and made absolutely no effort to remove himself from Crane's lap, reaching only to tug the pen from his thigh and apply pressure with his hand. "Aw, I kinda wanted to, uh, keep him. Like a pet! Until Hades stopped complaining, that is."

Thinking it over for a minute, he glanced at his knife and decided that that just wouldn't do. He leaned in to Crane, reaching his hand up to press at the wound in his shoulder, putting pressure to slow the bloodloss - and then he curled his hand and pressed his thumb into the open wound with a hiss of glee. This was fun!

Date: 2009-05-06 09:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Were it not for halfway expecting something, Crane would've shrieked; instead it was a strained noise of discomfort and his hand shot up to grasp his wrist, the other then to his throat, squeezing, wanting to feel his windpipe collapse beneath the pressure of his fingers and the heel of his palm-- and with surprising calm, he breathed, "Stop it."

Date: 2009-05-06 09:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Harvey's glanced wandered from the living corpse to the pair, nearly rolling his eyes. With a quick step he was beside them again, this time grabbing both their wrists and pulling them apart - the choking and thumb within the wound - with a low growl.

"I said enough." He grasped both their wrists tightly enough to bruise, good eye narrowed as he turned to the Joker. "Off."

Date: 2009-05-06 10:03 am (UTC)
tntandgasoline: (Smug sonofabitch)
From: [personal profile] tntandgasoline
The Joker cackled as best he could with Crane's hand in a vice-grip around his neck, gasping for air when Harvey removed it (and his own hand, too bad). He leaned in and licked at Crane's face, or at least just in front of it, before rolling off of Crane's lap and onto the gurgling mess below.

"Eugh," he grumbled, kicking at the corpse as he stood, brushing himself off and subtly favoring his wounded leg. "That's no fun, Crane. Why don't you ever have anything when I want it?"


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