#𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯. / 𝐭𝐛𝐭 .

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◖ @divingdownthehole / 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 :  "Sit down before you fall down.

⚖  ― blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! 彡

They  are  displaced  .  They  don't  know  right  this  second  who  is  in  the  forefront  of  their  mind  ,  breath  tight  .  Their  ribs  feel  full  of  fluid  ,  it  was  just  a  sensation  ,  though  it  constricted  their  chest  nonetheless  .  Panic .

Their  body  heavy  while  they  seem  to  be  out  of  bounds  and  out  of  their  body  .  Soon  came  a  voice  .  Sit  down  .

Can  they  sit  ?  Would  their  body  allow  for  that  ?  They  willed  it  anyway  ,  breathing  in  ,  air  trying  to  join  the  mugginess  of  their  lungs  .

❝  What  ?  -  Who  .  ❞  Vision  abstracts  until  it  doesn't  ,  it  settles  ,  focusing  on  the  figure  in  front  of  them  .  ❝  You  .  ❞  It  yields  no  malice  ,  no  their  words  are  escaping  their  split  lips  ,  though  not  quite  registering  to  their  own  ears  .  ...  Jervis  Tetch  .  That's  who  this  is  .  They  look  to  their  hands  ,  squeezing  them  tight  .

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Had  enough  ?  That's  not  up  for  John  or  them  to  decide  .  No  .  this  one  was  for  the  coin  .  They  consult  it  ,  letting  it  soar  until  catching  it  ,  clasping  it  to  the  dorsal  of  their  hand  .  '  Good  side.  '  Leave  it  .  Not  before  Twos  spits  at  the  shamble  of  a  man  left  battered  on  the  pavement.

Truth  be  told  it  had  been  the  coin  that  took  pity  on  the  exiled  superhero  though  chance  always  has  something  to  do  with  it  .  Fate  was  kind  to  them  the  day  it  brought  John  to  them  .

They  gave  what  they  could  .  Harvey's  past  life  was  gone  ; there  was  little  to  offer  yet  Two  Face  still  found  places  to  take  refuge  when  they  can  avoid  Arkham  for  as  long  as  possible  .

Two  Face  sinks  into  the  touch  ,  slipping  down  it  seems  and  leaving  Harvey  with  the  aftermath  of  it  all  .  He  tried  to  focus  on  the  anchoring  caress  of  their  knuckles  now  bloodied  .  He  allows  himself  to  be  pulled  away  ,  looking  back  at  the  mess  left  in  a  bloody  pulp  as  they  went  . 

❝  I'm looking alright ... ❞  It  was  discerning  ,  though  provoked  ,  he  knew  it  had  went  far  enough  ,  thankfully  stopped-up  before  it  could  get  worse  .  The  guy  was  still  breathing  .  ...  For  now  .

Harvey turns his face away , wrapping a arm around John’s shoulder . The sooner they get out of here the. Better.

Other rogues scattering around like they sensed something dangerous being this close to Harvey right now..

"Harvey.. hey, Harvey, leave him alone.. he had enough, right?" He tries to pull the man away from what's left of the thog without using his superpower, broken and badly beaten-up on the floor after Twoface is done. Does John enjoy it? He can only say he was lucky he met 'Harvey Dent' when he found this place after they kicked him out of superheroes team. Harvey is.. well, the man is complicated but to John, he has been nothing except honest to him from the start and John loves and adores him back, he can say the feeling is mutual because he can sense and see Harvey's vitals whenever he's around him, heart beat picking up and that small, almost invisible to others but not John, respect that is in Dent's eyes when he catches him staring sometimes..

And his generosity, he gave a home to John when no one welcomed him in the town, even brought him here, in Gotham city rogues meetings and gave him a chance to be on his own, be whoever he wanted.

John never thought he falls in love.. maybe it's what they call 'a puppy crush' but John is ready to die for this man.. for both of his personality, actually.

"Look what you did.." He holds Harvey's hands, thumbs brushing over bloodied knuckles "let's patch you up, my knight in shining armor" He says with a mocking tilt to his voice, sending up a silent pray that Harvey can't hear his heart.

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❝   Maybe  I  just  don't  like  clowns  !   ❞  Without  much  of  a  mask  of  skin  ,  spit  finds  it's  way  sputtering  out  of  the  lipless  side  of  his  mouth  ,  hissing  and  growling  .  Every  word  amplified  with  venom  .

Eyes  filled  with  spite  ,  the  bulging  eye  seeming  to  swell  impossibly  larger  .  With  Harvey  sinking  even  further  down  ,  Two  Face  left  with  the  reigns  .

' Then...  does  it  make  you  feel  ah,  average? '

The  damn  freak  wants  a  rise  out  of  them  ,  the  irritated  scab  on  the  brain  strains  internally  ,  squeezes  .  And  Two  Face  lunges  at  the  split-lipped  freak  .  Immediately  reaching  for  the  bastard's  neck  .

❝   I'm  gonna  fuckin'  kill  you  !   ❞  He  can't  -  not  unless  his  coin  said  so  ,  it  wasn't  going  to  stop  him  from  attempting  to  choke  him  for  the  time  being 

Another grimace is written on the greasepainted face as the Joker winces comically, hands up in a placating manner. Oof, this must be the ugly one.

"Nothin', really." Joker wholeheartedly assures, shaking his head. "I just think you shouldn't have skipped those uh, anger management sessions back at Arkham, y'know." He says wryly. But instead of waiting for the other to respond, he adds quickly. "But who am I to talk, right?.." He points a finger at himself and waves a purple-gloved hand dismissively, a grin full of yellowed teeth pasted on the clown's face.

"See, I have a little question. A serious one." The Joker nods two times, leans a bit forward and starts speaking in a low, conspiratorial voice. "If you're half handsome and the other half's ugly..." he slides his tongue out to touch the left scar in the corner of his mouth, pretending to think on his words. "Then... does it make you feel ah, average?"

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❝   Three's  a  crowd  .  ❞  Guttural  ,  it  came  from  their  throat  ,  a  tell  tale  sign  that  it  was  Two  Face  doing  the  talking  here  .  What's  the  matter  Harv  ?  Scared  of  clowns  ?  ...  No  reply  .  Dent's  sunk  back  into  his  hole  . 

The  momentary  silence  would  be  appreciated  if  he  wasn't  searching  for  the  host  within  them  .  Harvey's  well  and  truly  ducked  out  of  this  one  ,  hasn't  he  ?  Bed  wetter  ...

Leaving  the  more  crude  and  malign  to  deal  with  this  joke  .  After  waiting  but  ultimately  being  absent  of  Harvey's  input  he  growls  at  Joker's  next  interruption  .  ❝   What  do  y’want  ?!  ❞

Sometimes he feels like he's the only sane person in Gotham left, surrounded by individuals that only belonged in Arkham Asylum. The two-faced guy in front of him is a perfect textbook example of cuckoo-bananas. And yet they call him the crazy one.

"Jeez, despite the fact that there's two of you," Joker makes an effort to sound offended and hurt, but doing a very poor job at stifling his giggles, "you guys suck at multitasking." He clicks his tongue, black-smeared eyes sparkling with glee.

A minute of silence is a very generous gift for the ex-Gotham's DA, then the Joker gets bored and purses his lips.

"Wellllll, penny for your thoughts?" A theatrical pause. "Either of you?" He adds with a devilish grin.