Harvey Dent's life was far from normal. It was strange actually, since his life had been pretty damn normal in the beginning, maybe a few glitches here and there but even they were normal considering the state of Gotham. Awkward high school years, all nighters at college, nine to five to whatever ungodly hour of the morning he would make himself stay up to in order to finish a case. A bullet here or there. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Of course that had all changed with a glasglow grin and a caped, keplar covered vigilante. Suddenly everything had been going too fast, one hit after another without pause, and they were so closeHarvey wandered what must have been a roof of some sort in what must have been a nightmare. Somehow it felt familiar, being thrown into a place beyond reality, but whenever he tried to grasp the idea of it the thought just slipped away. He sighed, a hand running over his face. They had briefed him somehow - rings and missions and who knew- but he couldn't quite grasp it either. He just kept waiting to wake up
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Jonathan Crane was completely and thoroughly annoyed. He didn't show it, of course- it was almost never suited to one's own interests to wear your feelings on your sleeve like decorations, parading them in fron of people as if they were trophies to be kept on display and polished. No, no- he'd have none of that, not even in a situation like this; a situation where he had been yanked out of his own zone of comfort and plopped rudely down here- wherever here was. It was bizarre. Like something out of some science fiction b-movie. Completely ridiculous. How he had ended up now on a rooftop of all places- he didn't even know. Jonathan hadn't really been thinking a lot since he'd got here- honestly, he was in a bit of a daze. Not enough of a daze to not notice the other man currently on the rooftop, however; or enough of a daze to not notice how uncomfortable familiar that man looked.
It took a moment for the DA to notice he wasn't exactly alone, turning and throwing on a small smile out of habit as he did. That smile faltered quickly after he noticed exactly who he was directing it to, a man that looked far too familiar- familiar from the hours he had spent over man's file and subsequent detainment.
"Crane?" The surprise warred with the slight edge that formed on his tone- this had to be a trick of some sort, what the hell would a man like Crane be doing here? Hell, what was he doing here and why hadn't he woken up yet? He settled for eyeing the other man, expression hard as he tried to wrap his mind around everything that was happening.
Ah. So it was him. As bizarre as this meeting already was, what made it even stranger was the fact that, as far as he knew, Harvey Dent was dead. Yet- here was the man himself, right in front of him. Living. Breathing.
It was all highly disconcerting.
"Well. Isn't this wonderful." The words were flat, accompanied by a sardonic grin.
"That's one word for it." Harvey answered with some sarcasm of his own, keeping a bit of distance between them because insane, unreal circumstances or not Jonathan Crane was a dangerous, unstable man. He wasn't about to risk fear toxin the man might metaphorically or not have up his sleeve.
"How long have you been here?" Cut right to the chase. He could almost picture Rachel shivering as she reluctantly recounted the man's deeds. Maggots.
"Not very long; just around an hour, now." Taking a step closer before stopping, he tipped his head to one side, keeping his gaze locked on Harvey. "Yourself?"
"About the same." Harvey didn't move though he watched the doctor's movement closely, eyes falling particularly to his wrists and hands. When he looked up he offered a smile that would fool nearly anyone who didn't know better, who couldn't pick up the subtle hate behind his glance. "Awfully rude of them, cutting your time in Arkham short. How were you liking the accommodations by the way? The new director has some pretty decent ideas for the high risk criminals."
Crane noticed that cautious attention with amusement, pausing for a long moment after Harvey's remark, letting the words hang in the air. "I see we're a bit behind the times. I do hope you'll excuse me if I don't answer your question and instead ask one of my own- tell me, Harvey, when was the last time you happened to see the Joker in Gotham?"
Behind the times? Harvey's smile faltered at the question, out of confusion if nothing more. Even Arkham must have heard what happened. The Joker was caught.
Something nagged in the back of his mind but he focused on raising his brow at Crane. "In Gotham? The last and first time I saw him with my own eyes was when they were dragging him off to Arkham." His eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at Crane?"
Harvey caught his breath a moment, staring over at the man with an unreadable look. He had heard these kind of half threats before, vague comments meant to put one on edge and he knew, he knew not to fall for them. Somehow he found himself automatically believing Crane's words with a sick twist in his gut before he forced the ridiculous notion aside.
"I know you'd do well not throw her name around like that." He answered in a low tone, taking the step forward and glaring more heatedly than he had before. "She's safe." Like Wayne's house is really safe, like he could really do- "And you won't be free for long if I have any say in the matter."
"It depends on how you define 'safe'- some religious fanatics have deluded themselves that, yes, that is one, final kind of safety. And as for whether you have any say in Gotham or any other place anymore- well, one doesn't want to pass on too much traumatic information at once." Jonathan's eyes locked with Harvey's, all of his smirking cruelness, arrogance, and enjoyment blatantly obvious in them. "We don't want to endanger your mental state, now, do we?"
It took a great deal of effort for Harvey not to deck the doctor right there, if not for the words than for the look accompanying the curl of his lips. Luckily or not Harvey had a great deal of practice in controlling himself and settled for a sharper glare before answering back.
"If that's your idea of a threat doc you'll have to do better. Have to say, you're not so scary a guy and I've gotten more death threats than you have life sentences for your stunt at the Narrows." And you won't be touching her. The intensity of his gaze was all he gave for that thought.
"You don't have to believe me, Harvey. It's purely your own choice. I can't force you to accept anything, even the truth. If you want to go own living in your own delusions- well," he splayed his hands out in front of him, shrugging lightly, "what can I do about it?"
"Right, how deluded of me to ignore the words of a certified psychopath in a burlap sack." Harvey shot back. "Your vision of the future is creative but you'll have to do better than that doc."
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Of course that had all changed with a glasglow grin and a caped, keplar covered vigilante. Suddenly everything had been going too fast, one hit after another without pause, and they were so closeHarvey wandered what must have been a roof of some sort in what must have been a nightmare. Somehow it felt familiar, being thrown into a place beyond reality, but whenever he tried to grasp the idea of it the thought just slipped away. He sighed, a hand running over his face. They had briefed him somehow - rings and missions and who knew- but he couldn't quite grasp it either. He just kept waiting to wake up ( ... )
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He didn't show it, of course- it was almost never suited to one's own interests to wear your feelings on your sleeve like decorations, parading them in fron of people as if they were trophies to be kept on display and polished. No, no- he'd have none of that, not even in a situation like this; a situation where he had been yanked out of his own zone of comfort and plopped rudely down here- wherever here was.
It was bizarre. Like something out of some science fiction b-movie.
Completely ridiculous.
How he had ended up now on a rooftop of all places- he didn't even know. Jonathan hadn't really been thinking a lot since he'd got here- honestly, he was in a bit of a daze.
Not enough of a daze to not notice the other man currently on the rooftop, however; or enough of a daze to not notice how uncomfortable familiar that man looked.
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"Crane?" The surprise warred with the slight edge that formed on his tone- this had to be a trick of some sort, what the hell would a man like Crane be doing here? Hell, what was he doing here and why hadn't he woken up yet? He settled for eyeing the other man, expression hard as he tried to wrap his mind around everything that was happening.
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It was all highly disconcerting.
"Well. Isn't this wonderful." The words were flat, accompanied by a sardonic grin.
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"How long have you been here?" Cut right to the chase. He could almost picture Rachel shivering as she reluctantly recounted the man's deeds. Maggots.
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Something nagged in the back of his mind but he focused on raising his brow at Crane. "In Gotham? The last and first time I saw him with my own eyes was when they were dragging him off to Arkham." His eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at Crane?"
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"I know you'd do well not throw her name around like that." He answered in a low tone, taking the step forward and glaring more heatedly than he had before. "She's safe." Like Wayne's house is really safe, like he could really do- "And you won't be free for long if I have any say in the matter."
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"If that's your idea of a threat doc you'll have to do better. Have to say, you're not so scary a guy and I've gotten more death threats than you have life sentences for your stunt at the Narrows." And you won't be touching her. The intensity of his gaze was all he gave for that thought.
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