[Thread] Faster, faster. I'm late, I'm late...

[entro_pist]

Characters: Harvey Dent [OU]; The Joker [OU]
Where: Bank vault (makes a secure enough holding cell, I suppose. Especially if it looks anything like this one.)
When: Early morning while the teams are searching. That brief time frame between when the Joker is caught and when the burial victims are found.
Summary: Harvey Dent and the Joker finally get

Comments

[dualfaced]

It was a matter of comments, here, there, finding the right distraction and the right time to slip by unnoticed. Harvey had promised it'd be uninterrupted. He planned on proving to the Joker he was also a 'man of his word.'

Before he came he had stood over the gun in his room, holding it in his hand, placing it down as his mind wandered. The very gun he had requisitioned because of the Joker, just in case, the same excuse he used in Gotham. After too long the debate settled with the gun being placed back in it's locked drawer as he hurried out the door. Just in case the Joker somehow got a hold of it, he couldn't risk it. Just in case temptation gave in to finish what his warped self had started in that hospital room. He had made promises, too many of them. The Joker would not win again

[entro_pist]

As Harvey stood absorbing the scene before him from the vault's entrance, the Joker simply stared back with those dark, penetrating eyes. Eyes that saw through everything and always held a derisive glint of amusement and laughter even when their owner was silent. He knew what was going through the lawyer's mind in that moment; this was their first encounter face to face and Harvey was thinking about Rachel. He knew Batman had told Dent what his future in Gotham had in store, knew there was an unseen fury festering behind the lawyer's composed exterior. The Joker smirked with both corners of his lips (it really couldn't be called a smile), scars twisting in a way that could make a weaker man blanch in disgust, as he watched Dent drag a chair into position across from him then sit.

And what was this? An attempt at humor? Dent couldn't make getting hit with a pie in the face funny. Unless there was a brick concealed within said pie. But even then, it would have to be on fire at least. Clamping his lips together, he rolled his eyes

[dualfaced]

"What you call 'comedy' leaves a lot to be desired." Harvey answered, taking the strange get up in. Grease paint, black circles darkening the already dark eyes, the scars. His eyes fell on the painted smile before going back to the man's eyes and staying there. A story, Rachel had said. He just rambled about those scars. Harvey, let's not talk about it. It's over, come on, let's-

"Where are they?" He asked, voice lowering. How many days had it been now? It seemed impossible they could be hidden for so long in such a small place, unless they were being moved constantly? Even then... "The game's over Joker, you had your laughs now where are they?"

[entro_pist]

Why interrogators always insisted on asking such a pointless question was beyond him. Almost before Dent could finish repeating it, the Joker was responding in rapid fire interrogation mode:

"Utility closet in the basement of Building Two, you'll find one of them hanging upside-down beside the boiler unit from her ankles." An obvious lie considering the teams had already scoured the apartments and found nothing. But this was how he was going to play until Harvey thought of a little more creative approach.

With that thought in mind, he gave Dent a blatant once over, searching for any signs that might indicate the presence of a gun on his person. Not finding any, his eyes flickered back to the man's face, waiting for Harvey to get more specific. After all, the Joker had left a couple glaring clues to draw from.