Harvey stared him down, coldly neutral until the last comment - late night drinking sessions, ha- made him release the clown's wrist sharply, face drawing back in anger as he turned away.
"I doubt I'm his type." He spat, shutting the window only to muffle the sound of the chaos outside. He was becoming an expert at pushing aside certain... events and keeping focus. Too bad the Joker was nothing but a nagging reminder. "Probably doesn't have a thing for scars."
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Date: 2009-03-18 08:33 am (UTC)"I doubt I'm his type." He spat, shutting the window only to muffle the sound of the chaos outside. He was becoming an expert at pushing aside certain... events and keeping focus. Too bad the Joker was nothing but a nagging reminder. "Probably doesn't have a thing for scars."