Team Knight, Round 1, fic
Title: living on the edge and all that
Author: greedyslayer
Prompt: “Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.” - Measure for Measure (Act II, Scene i)
Disclaimer: (if you'd like, you can use the general disclaimer in the community's info page)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TDK spoilers for whole movie/Morrison's "Arkam Asylum"
universe: Nolanverse (post-TDK)
Word Count: 807
Main Character: Harvey Two-Face (obligatory side of Joker/Batman)
Summary: Batman and Joker's love life is in our hands--I mean, Batman's life is in our hands!
Notes: Part of the vague background set-up in present time is based on Grant Morrison's Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth, where Joker and bunch of other Rogues take over the Asylum and lure Batman into it; there's more of a detailed basic summary of here
at handy-dandy wiki. Harvey's own internal ref.'s and background from "Eye of the Beholder" here .
"Let's leave it to them!" Suggested the Joker gleefully, pointing to Harvey sitting on one of the tables in Arkham's cafeteria.
"They get to choose whether all of us--" and the clown gestured to the wide range of inmates circling the Dark Knight, who remained stone still, almost impassive looking "--decide to let you go!"
Harvey was surprised that Bats seemed able to pick his fights; he continued to do nothing, obviously aware that he was vastly outnumbered. Dent still rather thought the Bat flew in certain ways, daring to go above all of them--but again, even he can be cowed for a time.
At last the Knight spoke, and in a startlingly smooth voice. It had a slight tease to it, slight enough to be lost on many, but enough mocking to remind Harvey and Two-Face how obvious everything was between that man and the clown. (We're all just toy soldiers in their game, aren't we? Two-Face wanted to curl their lip, but Harvey kept their face vacant of everything.)
"Think you can convince all of them to go with Two-Face's decision?"
Ha. Ha. Heh. Ha. Doesn't call you Harvey anymore, does he?
That gouged-out grin widened appreciatively, and the Joker flipped back his hair theatrically, running his hand through the locks, his eyes drifting lazily about the crowded room, "Oh well, you know me, Batsy--got all my…bases covered."
Harvey and Two-Face both agreed that Batman only smiled since he half-expected to be torn to pieces by the mob, even if that smile was thin and small and utterly mirthless.
"All righty then, let's get this show on the road!" Those rough callused and white-stained hands clapped delightedly. "A-one and a--"
The silver coin flipped in the air; at least they would take some pleasure in wrecking the clown's 'comedic timing,' and they savored the murderous look those green eyes shot them and the way Joker's jaw clenched (and they agreed that always, his scarred smile was more gruesome when it desperately tried to frown).
The coin glinted in the light of the moon from the gaping windows, and in the shine, a dozen and more thoughts flashed just as searing bright in Harvey's mind (with Two-Face casting dark shadows).
How did this happen?
What happened?
Me. Us. No, me--fell down so far. A long way down. Broke just about everything. What haven't I broken?
How the mighty have fallen--if we're going to be cliché.
I know I'm going over the same ground we've covered; indulge me a little, will you?
Oh, I spoil you.
Uh huh.
Sarcasm completely fails with me.
Then why try with me?
Because you're so gullible.
The coin spins and spins.
Hey, if we're gonna be cliched, here's a real-life example: remember when we entered his hideout, Mrs. Batman blared out on some inane sound system he hooked up, that Wicked song, "No Good--"
Did you just call the clown, 'Mrs. Batman?'
Oh, c'mon, he probably doodles 'Joker&Batman 4evah!' and shit like that.
Draws little clowns and bats with little hearts stabbed by knives floating around them.
Exactly. And let's not change the subject. Why do we fall?
To see how much we've lost.
Don't sound so dead; and no, wrong.
As always.
Exactly. You tried to keep me down, you tried to be a good boy--and you wonder why you're here?
The coin slapped down in Harvey's hand. Only he could see it had landed scarred side up.
Wanna bet if that lovesick McDonald's Reject will really go through with it?
"He goes."
…what?
"You heard the men, folks!" The Joker immediately went to Batman's side (what are you doing, you cheat, you lousy stinking cheat) and it was only then a complete look of discomfort ran over the vigilante's features, when the clown looped arms with him. "Scram," intoned the clown flatly (this is against the game, against the coin--that still matters to you, doesn't it?) and the crowds parted obediently like some deranged and literal Red Sea, letting the clown lead the Bat away (do you think Dad would ever give us this chance--oh wait, he never did, you know that) and disappear out the door.
Consequences, consequences, there'll be consequences for disobeying the coin, you know that, why, why are you breaking the rules?
Damn it Harv, we were so close to thinning the herd, we could've actually checked a damn name off our recompense list, didn't you, didn't you want to see the look on his face when he realized the Bat was never getting back up again. See if he screamed and howled like we did when Ra--
Stop smiling!
Harvey knew it was only a reprieve, no 'break-through' as his latest head doctor would say, but--well, Harvey would take what he could get.
Author: greedyslayer
Prompt: “Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.” - Measure for Measure (Act II, Scene i)
Disclaimer: (if you'd like, you can use the general disclaimer in the community's info page)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TDK spoilers for whole movie/Morrison's "Arkam Asylum"
universe: Nolanverse (post-TDK)
Word Count: 807
Main Character: Harvey Two-Face (obligatory side of Joker/Batman)
Summary: Batman and Joker's love life is in our hands--I mean, Batman's life is in our hands!
Notes: Part of the vague background set-up in present time is based on Grant Morrison's Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth, where Joker and bunch of other Rogues take over the Asylum and lure Batman into it; there's more of a detailed basic summary of here
at handy-dandy wiki. Harvey's own internal ref.'s and background from "Eye of the Beholder" here .
"Let's leave it to them!" Suggested the Joker gleefully, pointing to Harvey sitting on one of the tables in Arkham's cafeteria.
"They get to choose whether all of us--" and the clown gestured to the wide range of inmates circling the Dark Knight, who remained stone still, almost impassive looking "--decide to let you go!"
Harvey was surprised that Bats seemed able to pick his fights; he continued to do nothing, obviously aware that he was vastly outnumbered. Dent still rather thought the Bat flew in certain ways, daring to go above all of them--but again, even he can be cowed for a time.
At last the Knight spoke, and in a startlingly smooth voice. It had a slight tease to it, slight enough to be lost on many, but enough mocking to remind Harvey and Two-Face how obvious everything was between that man and the clown. (We're all just toy soldiers in their game, aren't we? Two-Face wanted to curl their lip, but Harvey kept their face vacant of everything.)
"Think you can convince all of them to go with Two-Face's decision?"
Ha. Ha. Heh. Ha. Doesn't call you Harvey anymore, does he?
That gouged-out grin widened appreciatively, and the Joker flipped back his hair theatrically, running his hand through the locks, his eyes drifting lazily about the crowded room, "Oh well, you know me, Batsy--got all my…bases covered."
Harvey and Two-Face both agreed that Batman only smiled since he half-expected to be torn to pieces by the mob, even if that smile was thin and small and utterly mirthless.
"All righty then, let's get this show on the road!" Those rough callused and white-stained hands clapped delightedly. "A-one and a--"
The silver coin flipped in the air; at least they would take some pleasure in wrecking the clown's 'comedic timing,' and they savored the murderous look those green eyes shot them and the way Joker's jaw clenched (and they agreed that always, his scarred smile was more gruesome when it desperately tried to frown).
The coin glinted in the light of the moon from the gaping windows, and in the shine, a dozen and more thoughts flashed just as searing bright in Harvey's mind (with Two-Face casting dark shadows).
How did this happen?
What happened?
Me. Us. No, me--fell down so far. A long way down. Broke just about everything. What haven't I broken?
How the mighty have fallen--if we're going to be cliché.
I know I'm going over the same ground we've covered; indulge me a little, will you?
Oh, I spoil you.
Uh huh.
Sarcasm completely fails with me.
Then why try with me?
Because you're so gullible.
The coin spins and spins.
Hey, if we're gonna be cliched, here's a real-life example: remember when we entered his hideout, Mrs. Batman blared out on some inane sound system he hooked up, that Wicked song, "No Good--"
Did you just call the clown, 'Mrs. Batman?'
Oh, c'mon, he probably doodles 'Joker&Batman 4evah!' and shit like that.
Draws little clowns and bats with little hearts stabbed by knives floating around them.
Exactly. And let's not change the subject. Why do we fall?
To see how much we've lost.
Don't sound so dead; and no, wrong.
As always.
Exactly. You tried to keep me down, you tried to be a good boy--and you wonder why you're here?
The coin slapped down in Harvey's hand. Only he could see it had landed scarred side up.
Wanna bet if that lovesick McDonald's Reject will really go through with it?
"He goes."
…what?
"You heard the men, folks!" The Joker immediately went to Batman's side (what are you doing, you cheat, you lousy stinking cheat) and it was only then a complete look of discomfort ran over the vigilante's features, when the clown looped arms with him. "Scram," intoned the clown flatly (this is against the game, against the coin--that still matters to you, doesn't it?) and the crowds parted obediently like some deranged and literal Red Sea, letting the clown lead the Bat away (do you think Dad would ever give us this chance--oh wait, he never did, you know that) and disappear out the door.
Consequences, consequences, there'll be consequences for disobeying the coin, you know that, why, why are you breaking the rules?
Damn it Harv, we were so close to thinning the herd, we could've actually checked a damn name off our recompense list, didn't you, didn't you want to see the look on his face when he realized the Bat was never getting back up again. See if he screamed and howled like we did when Ra--
Stop smiling!
Harvey knew it was only a reprieve, no 'break-through' as his latest head doctor would say, but--well, Harvey would take what he could get.