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Who: Harvey and the Joker
When: Nov 8th, evening
Where: the fountain yeah original
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: violence, possibly language.
Summary: Harvey and Joker meet face to face again, and once more it'll end with a bang.
A bad idea, this was a terrible idea, the gun was heavy against the skin of his back, tucked in his belt. For self defense, he had to turn around before it was too late, before he lost another memory, one of Rachel or Bruce or maybe his father holding Lady Liberty up, Head or tails boy? I always win you know.
I have to get him first. His hand raised to his neck, where the Joker had slashed across the skin now without a mark, like it had never happened. Is it really even murder? It was the same, it was killing, but he'll come back, he'll come back with that smile barely worse for wear. He'll laugh and taint James and talk about Rachel, pretty Rachel up in smoke- in ash-
"No." He spat, covering his face with his hand, stopping against a decrepit building. It just wasn't that simple, it couldn't be, doing this was just one step close, one step closer to that edge they all whispered (laughed with a scarred smile) about, that accusation that just had to be in Bruces's eyes after everything that had happened-
Bruce couldn't save her, he killed didn't he? He killed 'Two Face.' That monster deserved it though but then so does the monster that spawned him. Good men can kill when necessary, kill and stay good, stay right. He made that choice, that choice no one wanted to make. And now? Why not do what no one has been brave, just enough to do.
Not even Bruce Wayne when he should have. When he could have saved Rachel. Harvey couldn't let that happen, he couldn't lose her, her or Gotham, the only things he had.
He pulled his hand to the side, resting over half his face and his other pressed against the gun and pulled it out. The Joker wanted to die? Maybe real death would make him change his mind. No, this wasn't about morality or some damnable nickname, a 'white knight' to tarnish. There was no one watching, no reputation to ruin or criminals to set free. There's us, me and him, and that choice. No batman to fall back on. I need to... destroy part of him. Something he can't get back.
He had started moving without realization, eyes straight ahead and focused, finger on the trigger. "Joker." He said to the emptiness, turning his head to the side.
When: Nov 8th, evening
Where: the fountain yeah original
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: violence, possibly language.
Summary: Harvey and Joker meet face to face again, and once more it'll end with a bang.
A bad idea, this was a terrible idea, the gun was heavy against the skin of his back, tucked in his belt. For self defense, he had to turn around before it was too late, before he lost another memory, one of Rachel or Bruce or maybe his father holding Lady Liberty up, Head or tails boy? I always win you know.
I have to get him first. His hand raised to his neck, where the Joker had slashed across the skin now without a mark, like it had never happened. Is it really even murder? It was the same, it was killing, but he'll come back, he'll come back with that smile barely worse for wear. He'll laugh and taint James and talk about Rachel, pretty Rachel up in smoke- in ash-
"No." He spat, covering his face with his hand, stopping against a decrepit building. It just wasn't that simple, it couldn't be, doing this was just one step close, one step closer to that edge they all whispered (laughed with a scarred smile) about, that accusation that just had to be in Bruces's eyes after everything that had happened-
Bruce couldn't save her, he killed didn't he? He killed 'Two Face.' That monster deserved it though but then so does the monster that spawned him. Good men can kill when necessary, kill and stay good, stay right. He made that choice, that choice no one wanted to make. And now? Why not do what no one has been brave, just enough to do.
Not even Bruce Wayne when he should have. When he could have saved Rachel. Harvey couldn't let that happen, he couldn't lose her, her or Gotham, the only things he had.
He pulled his hand to the side, resting over half his face and his other pressed against the gun and pulled it out. The Joker wanted to die? Maybe real death would make him change his mind. No, this wasn't about morality or some damnable nickname, a 'white knight' to tarnish. There was no one watching, no reputation to ruin or criminals to set free. There's us, me and him, and that choice. No batman to fall back on. I need to... destroy part of him. Something he can't get back.
He had started moving without realization, eyes straight ahead and focused, finger on the trigger. "Joker." He said to the emptiness, turning his head to the side.