All the Joker could do was roll his shoulders, pushing himself between Harvey's legs forcefully. "And then you can do whatever the fuck you want with Gotham. If we get to that point, I'd say you'd have earned the city."

He licked and kissed his way down Harvey's chest and stomach - somewhat to his own surprise, as he wasn't much for cheap romantic gestures - pausing at the other's belly to look up at him. A hand wandered idly over Harvey's thigh, slipping between them to wrap around the other, one hard, slow pump before he asked, "What is it with you and the past, anyway? Mine, specifically. You never ask questions that aren't... based on it, you notice that?"