A face-to-face....To face meeting. [Harvey!]

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"NICE HOUSE!"

The man screamed, stepping out of the 1987 Toyota Corolla's passenger side door. A grin was quickly situated onto his ghostly pale features, and he raised an eyebrow as he scanned The Mansion's exterior. One small, and just as equally shitty automobile pulled up behind his car, and out poured four individuals, two came out of his car's backseat, and Anthony, The Joker's driver, exited the driver side. He had been recruiting, that much was evident. The Clown scanned his men, before jumping up and down a few times and clapping vigorously, a wide grin on his face, and letting a loud gutteral laughter bellow from his mouth. 

"Wait..."

He interrupted his own joy, frowning as much as he could, as he went over the men again, counting with his index finger. Once he was done, he placed his hand against his forehead and shook his head slowly, sighing heavily. It was a very delicate situation, and he was killing a very delicate man, everything had to be perfect. How could he have been so negligent as too he current situation? The Joker slammed his foot against the driveway and shook his head, letting out a frustrated growl. Things were not going as planned lately, since he was released, and to  top it all off, he had no power in Gotham anymore. Even The Amusement Mile had been repurposed, and the city was planning to renovate. Now, it was a site for tourist's, his home, was a sight for tourists. He couldn't stand it. 

"You!"

He pointed at one of the two men who had come out of his backseat, and now, he merely shook his head, approaching the young man. 

"You were in charge of recruitment, correct?"

He asked. 

"Uh, ya."

"Well then, you should also know what we're doing here, this glorious night, and who we're dealing with. Not only that, but you should know that both Harvey and Harvey have a certain....'obsession'...with numbers, now, i don't know the exact obsession but I'm assuming it's even numbers, because, hell, odd numbers even annoy me!"

As soon as that had been said, The Clown Prince of Crime pulled his revolver from the waistband of his trousers and pointed it directly at the man's forehead, pulled the trigger, and let it all spray across the pavement. The body fell, and for a moment, The Joker found true happiness. For the brief moment, right before he saw the headlights in the distance, driving up that long, long driveway which lead to this huge, huge house. 

"Inside boys! We wanna surprise Harvey n' Harvey!"

The flamboyant man turned and began walking towards the house with a spring in his step, his men following. It only took a few moments for him to ascend the steps to the front door and knock three times. It also only took a few moments for the door to open, and standing before him and his little band of merry men were two butlers, twins, and clad in the exact same uniform. Their eyes widened at the realization of who this dashing Clown was. 

"Well boys, their obsession is worse than I previously believed!"

The man explained aloud, letting out a little giggle as he fired a single bullet into each of their skulls. This was far too much fun, he really couldn't believe he acquired currency for doing this, work this enjoyable just had to be illegal! 

"Alright boys n' girls! Step right up! Single file! Don't let the door kick ya in the ass on your way in!"

Four of his men entered the home, while the remaining dragged the two butlers' bodies onto the porch, and situated them in a sitting up position on either side of the door, they then entered, leaving Joker on the porch, admiring his handiwork, staring at the two bodies, he then turned and saw the body on the driveway. 

"Well boys, if that doesn't say 'welcome', I dunno what does!"

He entered the house, laughing maniacally before closing the door. The headlights were approaching fast.

This was going to be enjoyable.

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“Two-Face, I’ve been having these conversations with Demarco and Shen and they’re not going to raise the price of their products up. It’s supply and demand. Look, if they raise the prices up, they can’t compete with the Russians or the Turks. We simply don’t have the manpower or the processing equipment to do this. I don’t really ever—“

The coin flipped approximately sixteen times. He didn’t check it often, he was listening, a crime boss always listens to the complaints/issues/mixed emotions of his top men. Lizzy was no different, she had been recruited when Dent took control over the drug underworld, she had been a coke addict and she was occasionally. She didn’t go to school but she came to him around the age of sixteen, she was now twenty-three. Still going strong and still willing to kill her own family to get what she needed. That ruthless fueled his hunger to conquer, and his need to kill.

He never looked at her when she talked, preferring to looking into the dark and then outside. He spoke cutting her off, “I’ve been gone for six years, the game is changing and I am changing, but I will not stand for pleas of sanity. The only sanity in this world is execution. Whether your executing an order, a person, an animal, or simply your soul… you must have the conviction to execute. The prices will rise, hurting a great deal number of suppliers. Logic is the sweat off a man’s balls. It’s simply there and then it’s gone.” The turned into the driveway of the massive old mansion, that Harvey called is base of finances, his den of girls, and his weapons stock.

He turned to Lizzy whose annoyed and pleading look turned to ice, but she still listened, she always did. He flipped the coin, heads: commence with the plan. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, evil and good talking at once. “Go back to Demarco and Shen, you tell them that this new compound is going to be stronger than coke, hell Heroin will look like catnip when this gets around. If they don’t comply, you do what you do best.” His dark grin returned, second to the Joker, “You make them do it!” The car rattled, Lizzy nodded and said, “I know boss, I know.” He took out two Walther P90’s. “Take these and go get Eric. You’re going to Demarco and Shen. Take your nail guns with you. I want this to be quiet, effective, and I don’t care if it’s dirty. No witnesses.” Lizzy, lighting a cigarette, grabbed the guns and clicked open the door. Running onto the sidewalk to catch the bus.

She was one of his favorites, though she was a lesbian. Interesting that his best female executioner and drug dealer had no interest in men. It worked for his business and it worked for him. “Damn Lesbians, always complaining about something when they simply need a kick in the ass.” said Dent with a twist of his head and an adjustment of his coat. His driver and his body guard got out of the car, the garage door closed and they unloaded and checked in their weapons. Putting away long range guns and taking powerful, sleek short range ones. Dent washed is face in a sink near the main floor, he then got out and walked into the main floor.

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"Ya hear that boys?"

The Joker placed a cupped hand behind one of his ears, and perked up, towards the garage door, just off the lobby of the main floor. His six men merely nodded, all tightening their grips on their firearms, all of them had glocks, all but him, who instead, carried a six shooter, long barrelled magnum. He nodded a few times, listening to the garage door close, they all waited in silence for a few minutes, before finally, the door to the main floor opened, and in they walked. Weapons raised, a look of determination in he and his men's eyes. The Joker's grin never wavered, even as he sensed the tension in his own lackey's. 

There was still silence on the main floor of the mansion. Complete and utter silence. Guns trained on eachother, bound to go off any moment, The Joker however, merely tucked his revolver into the waistband of his trousers, letting out a giggle. 

"Well, this is awkward."

He observed, following his words with a loud, breathy laugh, just before breaking out into a slight coughing fit. When he finished, Joker opened his arms up towards Two-Face, who stood at the other side of the room. 

"Haaaaarvey!"

He advanced forward, arms wide open for a hug, before stopping only a foot away from the scarred man. He dropped one arm to his side and brought his other hand up to his mouth as if to act hurt. 

"Harvey! No hug for an old friend? I'm crushed!"

The smirk soon plastered itself back onto his pale white face, those rouge red lips stretching up and away for eachother, creating a sickeningly eerie and toothy smile. 

"Oh, Harvey, I see you brought Harvey!"

He pointed to the marred side of flesh.

"I must say Harvey, you really have let yourself go."

He pointed back to the strikingly handsome side of his face. 

"Harvey, you on the other hand have kept yourself looking good as ever. Say, how long has it been since we got together?"

He asked, a twinkle in his eye and smile on his face. 

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To blacklist someone to is to mark them for death. To have the plea their hopeless, boring case in front of a jury, and be given swift punishment. Some people’s blacklists’ were extensive - others were short. Harvey’s took the best of those extremes. About sixteen names were on his list. Four of those he had already dealt with, the rest would seen get their turn to play the game or be used to play the game. The Joker was in top-middle half of that list. He was the supporting lead of the entire show demarcated by 1000 counts of heresy, torture, and manslaughter. The Joker, a clown that never learned to wipe of his makeup after the show (the show never ended for him, he had no limitations and no barriers, but Harvey always made sure to remind him of his worthless place). He was the laughing stock of the ever-expanding criminal empire.

He laughed with the critics as much as he tortured them and their families. He was a sadist-masochist who didn’t mind blowing up a school while watching Animaniacs. He loved it! But Harvey… Harvey Two-face belittled him. Stood him up on every proposition, except for one. Fate had put them together, only for Harvey to lose twelve million dollars in diamonds and a gold reserve check. That pissed him off, and it was remembered when Harvey broke the clown’s legs and dislocated his shoulder and shot him in the stomach. He had kicked him until the clown laughed some of his teeth. He took pain and gave it out with a glee. Horrific and ironic in a way.

His annoyance only grows as his face masterfully contorts into the intro stages of anger. He grabs the man like a Lion pouncing a zebra, quickly and deadly. Pulling him close so he is only a few inches away. The Joker’s color begins to rip as Harvey’s hand muscles glisten and get hotter. Harvey’s voice booms in such a manner that some of Joker’s men even begin questioning why they came. Two-face’s men who are armed with AK-47’s and shotguns, take a wider approach to cutting down the exits. If Dent was going to die, so would Joker.

Pulling him close he examined the accused. Slimy as he was, Harvey’s face projected a new layer of controlled rage. This was a layer that had not been seen before. Like a model trying out a new look and angle, this one had finesse to it. It said, “Get out of this house in five seconds or you’re hurt will be stabbed, gutted, burned, and eaten”. Harvey was a monster, a dragon of the laws of Gotham and the Pope of chance.

A few inches away (still being held by Harvey’s hands, dangling in the air),Harvey then said in an authoritative and convincing baritone tone, “You have ten seconds to explain yourself before I torch you, hit you, slam you, and gun you down."

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The Joker's feet slid forward across the tile floor as he was pulled towards the hideous man. Initially, he had frowned to the best of his abilities, perhaps even squirmed a tad as he was manhandled, as Harv's big hands wrapped around the shoulders of his coat and forced him to come closer, within each other's personal bubbles, so much so that he could feel Big Bad Harv's breath touching his face, he could see a small dip of saliva ready to fall off of what was left of his marred lip, and truthfully, after staring for a few moments, every worry he may have felt disappeared, and The Clown could only laugh, something that surely put every life form in the room on edge, made them uneasy, made them 'clench'. Y'know, down there.



"Aha.....ha...he....."



The laughter was dying down, but he had lost his breath almost completely, now only a series of wheezes escaped his bright red lips, mixed with breathy bursts of giggles and chuckles, before he finally stopped and reached up, wiping a tear from his eye, still attempting to catch his breath whilst he looked deep into Two-Face's eyes, offering a small smirk.



"Torch me? Hit me? Slam me? Gun me down? That's a heluva' lotta' choices there Harv, how many times do you reckon you'll have to flip that coin of yours to decide?"

A mischievous grin basically materialised on his macabre features, his head cocked and he ran that tongue of his along the fronts of his yellowing teeth. A single "Ha." bellowed up and escaped through his lips, a small bit of spittle flying from his lips as he did so directly onto Harvey's face. It was at that point that the Clown drove his knee up into Harvey's gut, forcing the meatier man to let go of him, at which Point The Joker threw his hands up in the air, letting our a cackle as he stared intently at Harvey. 

"I don't know why you have to be so hostile! I just wanna talk, catch up, shoot the shit, so to speak."

Joker turned his attention to one of Harvey's men.

"Who does a Clown have ta' kill to get a drink around here, huh?"

His gaze fell back on Harvey, Apollo, a once great man, now reduced to a one dimensional individual who was so unoriginal he couldn't really come up with a real persona for his alter ego himself. 

"To tell you the truth, I came her tonight to kill you. Both of you. Though on the way over, I had a change of heart, hard to believe right? But anywho, I've decided I've got bigger fish to fry, bigger problems actually. Well, problem in specific, a problem that's bothersome for the three of us, Harv'n'Harv."

He stopped abruptly. 

"Seriously, could I get that drink now....?"

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Clowns laugh, clowns mock, clowns cry, clowns die. Two-Face repeated that in his head twelve times. Harvey on the other hand listened to the anarchist with half of his attention. Who the fuck let this deranged psycho into his house. He had men stationed around this building. This was one of his lockdown places and now the idiot prances around performing his addition of “Who’s the craziest bastard around”. This bored him, dealing with people who failed to have logic or the balls to execute things. Instead of creating deals the joker screwed over people. Harvey can empathize, justice can be cold as well.

The coin of destiny shot into the air and lands in the large palm heads up to Harvey. There will be no liquid for the clown version of Rudolph the mentally ill reindeer. He laughed, what a criminal. Deadly and dangerous but chaotic, someone “we” could never trust. “We” don’t trust anyone, only chance - only fate.

He chuckled at the clowns threat of killing him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the dullness of this conversation. Always one for theatrics, the joker wanted to entertain his victims as they died. Harvey was not forgiving, at least not if the fate spoke in the way it had been recently. Two explosions and sixteen cartels either imprisoned or forced to make Dent’s new drug compound, Astraea. How could someone who had been through so much guilt and moral darkness, when given a new life and a new light to follow, not return the favor the masses that needed help. They had to be cleansed and charged, motioned to the gallows or burned after their fingernails were ripped out of their body.

Dent’s lip curled, this was a boring dilemma but not something he couldn’t get through. He beckoned, sounded raspy as usual, “So get to the talking clown.”

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The Joker's eyes shifted from the coin in Harvey's open palm, up to Harvey's disgusting mug multiple times, his face frowning the best it could as he did so. This was painful. Really. He was such a pathetic sack of shit, it almost ruined his fun, but who was the Clown kidding, his fun, no matter what was bothering him, could never truly be ruined. 

"Y'know, Harv, if you're not going to be kind and hospitable, some very, very bad things are going to happen. You had that ol' squeeze right? What was her name? Uh...Oh, who the hell cares? Moral of the story is...."

Joker shifted his weight between both legs, making his stance look a little off, but he was really choosing his word's carefully, delicately. IT was like dealing with a mentally disabled child, when it came to ol' Apollo, the man really wasn't all there.

"Guys like me, we have routes, we can find out where people from long long ago went, and when we find them, we can pull each and every nail from their hands and feet. We can pull out their teeth. We can pluck out their eyes n' make em' gum the damn things!"

His grin grew wider and wider as he spoke, really using his body to express himself, waving his arms about and such. Finally, he could see he was getting through to the ugly brute. The Clown reached out with one hand, and quickly grabbed the coin from Harv's palm, flipping it over and retracting, leaving the other side of the coin face up in Harvey's hand.

"So what I'm really saying....."

He nodded, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Get me the fucking drink. Then we'll talk shop."

He pivoted on his heel and began to saunter around the room, that ghoulish grin still slapped onto his face, he examined the room itself, the walls, the pain, the chandelier that hung over head in the main floor.

"Y'know Harv, I really like what you've done with the place! You too, Harv. It's very, how you say? 'unique'."

The madman imitated a French accent as he said that last part, finally turning back to Harvey. He advanced a few steps, stopping only a few meters from the scarred man. At that point, he merely stood in silence, surveying the man, before bursting out laughing, out of disbelief, amusement and a bit of anger towards the ugly creature that stood before him in his dumb and stupid finely tailored suit.

"I find it funny how you two think you're calling the shots in this situation! I mean, I'm kinda the one that got the drop on you. Barged into your house, killed some of your guys, laughed in your face, threatened your old gal. I mean, for all you know, I've got forty pounds of TNT placed around your garden out back! For all you know, I've got men around the house, they intercepted that chick a' yours you sent running and now they're having some fun. Really, Harv, you've gotta learn. You thought you were in charge while you were lockin' away Falcone's men, look what happened there. And now, it's just a matter of time before it happens all over again, so watch your back, and keep in mind over the next few minutes, that you're not in control."

The Joker nodded. He was finally starting to enjoy this. Maybe he wouldn't have to put two bullets into the freak's head, maybe this little alliance would work out. But hey, only time will tell. The Clown lifted his hand and pointed at Harvey's scarred half of his face.

"And hey there Handsome, that goes for you too!"

He sent himself into a fit of laughter. He really was just too funny sometimes.

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Rage. The most toxic and dangerous of the character traits that frequently plagued Harvey. It was their medicine and their oil. They destroyed themselves and others with it. Joker was playing a phenomenal game of getting to the point where it would be untied up. Harvey’s rage was always on a ticker, he was the Oscar winner for getting to rage the quickest and once he got there, he couldn’t easily calm down. They remembered the time when Fred Taresto had been spotted at a parade. The authorities caught him and sent him to Dent who wanted to get the drop on him before building the easy case. Fifteen hours in a warehouse alone with Fred.

Fred had raped Gilda, twice, and only been in jail for a year. That slimey asshole put himself into Gilda, once for a good old adventure, and twice for revenge for testifying against him. He hadn’t been strong then, he was so focused on work, the cases were piling up. Eighteen counts of murder, twenty four counts of robbery, one hundred and twelve counts of arson. Everything had been multiplied by two and Harv’ had had enough, he was sick of being the DA and trying to fix everyone’s mess, he was sick of being the “victim”. Time and time again he had worked with less than stellar detectives on prosecuting and building up these cases. Time and fucking time again he had been disappointed… but not this time. Fred never made it to court. His body was discovered planted in a garden. His arms torn off from his body, his manhood snipped. His eyes torn out of his sockets and his hair burned and torched. Rage controlled them. They controlled Rage.

Two-Face was in control now, Harvey’s bullshit security had failed to protect this mansion, he knew that they should have been dead. He screamed, “LIARS AND RAPISTS”. The coin went up in the air. How dare he miss with fate, this had been Harvey’s fault, never let the enemy see your cards. He had four times the odds, and four times the flips to make this right. To hell with those in his company, they were about to get a rude awakening.

The coin went up in the air and was quickly caught by Harvey’s left hand, seeking to make sure the clown did not interfere again. Harvey’s complexion a cool attitude, replaced by the dark contours of Two-face taking over control now. Heads. Without warning Harvey took out his .22 pistols and shot dead every single one of Joker’s men. Some of the men recoiled into the walls as the blood splattered across the marble floor. Others fell to the ground, mystified and shocked at their own mortality. The two goons with clown masks to the left of Two-face did shoot him as they ran. Their aim was off and barely grazed Two-face’s leg. Two-face’s grabbed an associates’s M-16 and blasted them. They both smashed into a table and one of their bodies flew out the glass window. Rapists, liars, beggers, thieves, conman, politicans, corrupt officers of the court, and inmates of their own foolishness. All must die, today was their checkout.

He flipped the coin again, landing on tails. He turned the gun on the remaining men in the house: Dent’s men. The men that Two-face was sick of. Their bullshit rat-ass excuse to say that they were good soldiers… infuriated him. The gun ran out of ammo and he threw it to the ground, blood was everywhere including a spallter on Two-face’s face. He relished the power of war, he was a god among insects. Aries, the god of war and the god of misery. Justice Two-face would now be in court and his enemies, domestic and insane were to be sentenced to death.

The deep breathing must have sounded like wheezing to the Joker, but all twenty henchman in the room had been gunned down. Some intestines were everywhere. This was a Quentin Tarantino movie, with a deranged psychopath believing to be more dangerous than the most fearsome of all crimelords. This man had some balls to get in his way, he wasn’t interested in finding out what he had to offer. He held the gun reloading as his dark eyes stared, he was a monster. He didn’t care about people, they were expendable all of them. Rats used to do the work of justice. So what if this house was destroyed, that couldn’t stop the law. Nothing can stop the law, not even chaos. But chaos can be the law, that would be his calling. Chaos can be held on a leash to get to the law. One of his hookers came running down the stairs, “Harvey what the H-“ a bullet in the head and the breasts cut her down as she fell down the stairs. “Cookie always had a problem running her mouth, she thought that that’s what the boy’s wanted… but now I have my silence. And how glorious it is.”

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Rage. The most toxic and dangerous of the character traits that frequently plagued Harvey. It was their medicine and their oil. They destroyed themselves and others with it. Joker was playing a phenomenal game of getting to the point where it would be untied up. Harvey’s rage was always on a ticker, he was the Oscar winner for getting to rage the quickest and once he got there, he couldn’t easily calm down. They remembered the time when Fred Taresto had been spotted at a parade. The authorities caught him and sent him to Dent who wanted to get the drop on him before building the easy case. Fifteen hours in a warehouse alone with Fred.

Fred had raped Gilda, twice, and only been in jail for a year. That slimy asshole put himself into Gilda, once for a good old adventure, and twice for revenge for testifying against him. He hadn’t been strong then, he was so focused on work, the cases were piling up. Eighteen counts of murder, twenty four counts of robbery, one hundred and twelve counts of arson. Everything had been multiplied by two and Harv’ had had enough, he was sick of being the DA and trying to fix everyone’s mess, he was sick of being the “victim”. Time and time again he had worked with less than stellar detectives on prosecuting and building up these cases. Time and fucking time again he had been disappointed… but not this time. Fred never made it to court. His body was discovered planted in a garden. His arms torn off from his body, his manhood snipped. His eyes torn out of his sockets and his hair burned and torched. Rage controlled them. They controlled Rage.

Two-Face was in control now, Harvey’s bullshit security had failed to protect this mansion, he knew that they should have been dead. He screamed as he closed his eyes briefly  and his complexion turned red , “LIARS AND RAPISTS”. The coin went up in the air. How dare he miss with fate, this had been Harvey’s fault, never let the enemy see your cards. He had four times the odds, and four times the flips to make this right. To hell with those in his company, they were about to get a rude awakening.

The coin went up in the air and was quickly caught by Harvey’s left hand, seeking to make sure the clown did not interfere again. Harvey’s complexion a cool attitude, replaced by the dark contours of Two-face taking over control now. Heads. Without warning Harvey took out his .22 pistols and shot dead every single one of Joker’s men. Some of the men recoiled into the walls as the blood splattered across the marble floor. Others fell to the ground, mystified and shocked at their own mortality. The two goons with clown masks to the left of Two-face did shoot him as they ran. Their aim was off and barely grazed Two-face’s leg. Two-face’s grabbed an associates’s M-16 and blasted them. They both smashed into a table and one of their bodies flew out the glass window. Rapists, liars, beggars, thieves, conman, politicians, corrupt officers of the court, and inmates of their own foolishness. All must die, today was their checkout.

He flipped the coin again, landing on tails. He turned the gun on the remaining men in the house: Dent’s men. The men that Two-face was sick of. Their bullshit rat-ass excuse to say that they were good soldiers… infuriated him. The gun ran out of ammo and he threw it to the ground, blood was everywhere including a splatter on Two-face’s face. He relished the power of war, he was a god among insects. Aries, the god of war and the god of misery. Justice Two-face would now be in court and his enemies, domestic and insane were to be sentenced to death.

The deep breathing must have sounded like wheezing to the Joker, but all twenty henchman in the room had been gunned down. Some intestines were everywhere. This was a Quentin Tarantino movie, with a deranged psychopath believing to be more dangerous than the most fearsome of all crime lords. This man had some balls to get in his way, he wasn’t interested in finding out what he had to offer. He held the gun reloading as his dark eyes stared, he was a monster. He didn’t care about people, they were expendable all of them. Rats used to do the work of justice. So what if this house was destroyed, that couldn’t stop the law. Nothing can stop the law, not even chaos. But chaos can be the law, that would be his calling. Chaos can be held on a leash to get to the law. One of his hookers came running down the stairs, “Harvey what the H-“ a bullet in the head and the breasts cut her down as she fell down the stairs. “Cookie always had a problem running her mouth, she thought that that’s what the boy’s wanted… but now I have my silence. And how glorious it is.”