[rl] Harvey, the Joker and Crane

[thedawniscoming]

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.]

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[clearyourhead.livejournal.com]

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.

[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

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.

[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!

[clearyourhead.livejournal.com]

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."

[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

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."

[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?"