The Legion of Doom

[thisislexluthor]

Who: Lex Luthor, Two-face, Harley Quinn, Hush, Jon Crane
Where: A LexCorp lab, on the outskirts of Gotham.
What: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Lex stood in the small, shabby lobby of LexCorp Lab #86, watching as the members of the Legion of Doom showed up, one by one. He smirked as he watched them. The original Legion, way back when, had started out

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[harvey_twoface]

"Ah, yes," Harvey said hesitantly, hand tentatively raised.

"Do I really have to be here? Some of us still have boyfriends in the Justice League." Harvey ducked as a a nugget of Kryptonite the size of his fist when whizzing by right where his head had been only moments earlier.

"Right," he said, sliding to the floor and crouching behind the table for safety. "I'll just... You'll be wanting to talk to him."

Moments later it was Two-Face back in the padded leather seat, an expression of supreme annoyance plastered on his marred face.

"Hey, we share this face, you know!"

[thisislexluthor]

Lex pinched the bridge of his nose and made a mental note to retrieve the Kryptonite later.

"You two, stop fighting! Harvey, go away. You are not allowed in the Legion of Doom. And if you spy for them, I swear to God, I'll kill you." Lex sighed. "With that in mind, are there any other, smarter questions?"

[feartoxin]

"Yes, actually." Jon's face was the picture of dignified irritation. "How do we know Harvey won't do exactly that- spy for them? Two-Face can't exactly stop Harvey from telling Batman everything he wants to know."

[harvey_twoface]

"I have a question," Two-Face drawled, lazily withdrawing the switchblade from his pants pocket.

"Is the clone strictly indispensable, or can I just dispatch with him now?"

Two-Face flicked the blade open, gingerly tracing his thumb over the edge.

"You let me worry about Dent and the Batman," he growled, eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Understood?"