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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 09:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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."

Date: 2009-05-06 09:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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."

Date: 2009-05-06 10:03 am (UTC)
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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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