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Subject: Harvey Dent, the Joker
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It didn't really strike the Joker as surprising that most of his time inside this God-forsaken hideout was spent in the kitchen. His room was for important things; the kitchen... for not so important things. At the moment, he found himself hunched over a chopping board, stabbing a little ineffectually at various vegetables. He couldn't stop sniffling, and it was more than once that he had to rub at his face with the back of his arm, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arm had splotches of black and white greasepaint all over it.

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A shudder ran through him as Harvey put his hand on him, simply a remnant of remembering the fucker tickling him rather than something more passionate. If the fucker decided to do that again -

No, he probably wouldn't. "That's right, Harvey, everyone is looking at me. All eyes on the ringmaster." He leaned down and sucked on Harvey's earlobe, then over to bite at his jawline with sharp, short bites. "And everyone out there looked to me and said I like it and now they're out there, doing what I told them to just because they believe in me."

He giggled and dropped a hand to Harvey's chest, dragging his nails to leave red indents, "What'd they do when they believed in you? Joined a few peaceful rallies?"

"No." Harvey answered. The riots seemed to give the damned clown some sort of energy, the same sort of spark trailing after the mad man's nails. His head tilted at the bites and he remembered that drunken night. The nauseating feeling passed in barely a breath. "They stabbed me in the back."

His thumb pressed into some shallow scar, soft for a halting moment before his touch became violent again, as if remembering. "They don't believe in you." He said, low and harsh, lips curling just a touch as he spoke into the Joker's ear and neck. "They're terrified of you, and the minute you vanish for too long they'll pretend you were a bad dream."

Laughing, the Joker dropped his hand around to Harvey's back, fingers splaying out against his skin. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that doesn't happen again." After all, he'd only stab Harvey in the chest.

His mouth latched onto unburnt skin under Harvey's jaw, teething the skin as Harvey manhandled him. "Nn - then I guess I just won't go anywhere."

"You'll just twist the knife." Harvey answered. That or rub salt in the wounds- laughing either way.

"And if the Bat does crack your skull in?" They'd all be free then. The thought passed as his fingers ran bruises up the Joker's back. His nails dug into his shoulder blades. This wasn't even a coin flip.

"But at least you'll know it was coming."

His back arched into Harvey's hands, groaning - he'd be sore tomorrow, all down his spine, but it would be worth it. One of his hands drifted down to Harvey's hip, nails digging in sharp at the comment.

"Then the Batman will take over where I left off." He rests his head against Harvey's chest, biting and licking at his collarbone. "And you'll, uh, take care of him when he does. Won't you?" His voice was a growl and he abandoned any pretense, finally sliding his knees off the couch and onto the floor, mouth and teeth biting along his chest as he moved.

"Maybe you'll even stop me from-" His breath hitched a little, a little involuntary gesture that annoyed him enough to press his fingers just a touch harder on the mad man's shoulder. "-from bleeding out."

The beauty and horror of chaos is it never let you reel back and think. Only passing thoughts, vague echos from when Rachel or Gilda had pressed too hard into his neck- need a high collar tomorrow. It was so ridiculous he nearly laughed.

"And then what?" Harvey asked. Sure he'd kill the Batman, if the Bat didn't break down and kill him first. No, that guilt in his voice, the caped crusader would never try to kill Harvey would he? Just like he would never let Rachel die. It was a fair world after all.

His grip slipped as the Joker moved, preoccupied a moment with thought and feeling before noticing the action. He must have really lost his mind if he only felt mild concern at the clown's apparent intent. Won't you? He didn't need to answer that.

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?"

Harvey snorted, something that came out more breathy than he wanted. At that point the best thing for Gotham would be his own death as well. That would leave Gotham to Crane - there never really was a right choice, was there?

He wasn't sure if the quiet was relieving or not, broken only by the soundtrack of chaos outside that only worsened as the sun dipped lower and lower into the sky. The other's gesture was distraction enough, he held his tongue but couldn't quite stop the tension in his shoulders just as the clown spoke again.

"-what?" It took a moment to register, attention trying to focus on the Joker because only an idiot would trust him, especially in such a position, ignoring the crash and burn just out the window that put him on edge with dread and a disturbing sort of anticipation of destruction. Why the past? What else did Harvey have, his future had burned to the ground over half a year ago. Why the Joker? Harvey wasn't sure he wanted to know why.

"Should I-" He glanced down irritably. "-should I ask about your future? I already know it."

"It's just interesting, that's all. You're so obsessed with the past." He leaned back, down, giving the skin of Harvey's thigh a nip, hand running over Harvey's length again with another slow move. Casual-like, just two guys talking while one was naked and the other was between his legs.

He giggled.

"Always thinking about it and never just moving on." He shifted his hand and tilted his head to give Harvey a broad-tongued lick, long and slow with something like a moan afterward. "It's depressing."

"Move on to what?" Harvey spat back, half out of irritation and half to keep the groan from escaping his lips. There was little he could do in the position, the lack of control, hell the whole damned situation, what the hell was he doing? He was playing the same games he constantly berated before and after, hypocrisy indeed. He could almost hear the cop's whispered nickname behind the wail of car alarms.

He couldn't bite down a moan this time. "You act like it doesn't effect you." Harvey answered, the breathless quality of his voice no longer so tightly controlled. "But you still want everyone to hear about your damned scars, lies or not. Chicago when you're drunk enough."

"Something more worthwhile, maybe." The Joker curled his lips in a violent kind of grin, like he knew what Harvey was thinking, hands moving to grab Harvey's hips in an iron grip.

That tone was musical, really sealing the Joker's win for him, but there was always more he could get. "I like the attention." It was surprisingly candid and he blinked for a moment before shrugging and continuing, "Chicago was just one of the places I've been, Harvey. It doesn't mean anything. But it's a little fishhook for you, keeps you interested."

Another long stroke from his tongue and he added, "You just really want to know what made me crazy and you think something I've mentioned a few times means anything." He laughed, "It's hilarious."

"Street riots?" That damned grin. "Your games-" He nearly bit his lip. "aren't worthwhile."

Harvey wasn't so sure he believed that, just as much uncertainty as 'Chicago.' He had dealt with mad men before and there was always a reason, always something behind the manic shade in their eyes. Half of him knew better, that chaos had no rhyme or reason. Look at them now. He should have killed the monster months ago but instead some part of him, however small, was dependent on the mad man's words. Part of him enjoyed playing along with the games.

He sucked in a breath sharply, slowly and reluctantly giving up the tight control on his actions. "Maybe I shouldn't be so 'interested.' " He muttered, as though they both didn't know that it was a bit too far gone for that. "You're human," he ground out, "despite the act. I saw the fear toxin- it," the last came out with a light moan. When he spoke again it was through gritted teeth. "There's a reason. You're not so special." You're not that detached.

"Aren't they, though?" The Joker laughed and dug his fingers into Harvey's hips. "They're loosening this city up, after all. Maybe you should take a leaf from Gotham's notebook."

He rolled his eyes as the other spoke about him being human, like it was something he denied himself. Like he didn't know! That was the punchline, after all. "Oh, I am human. More human than any of you uptight penny-pinchers. I let myself do what comes naturally, and that makes me more human than you, Harvey. Makes me special."

He laughed again but this time it was hoarse, deep in the back of his throat and leaned forward. "Try following my lead, Harvey. I know you know how to let go - play along. This'll all be so much more fun for you if you do."

His chuckling subsided and he tilted his head, finally stopping his playing around to wrap his lips around Harvey.

"Life's not a joke." Harvey growled, partially in anger though the low note in his tone was anything but. It was harder to keep up the conversation, the straight line of thought, his sharp anger adding an edge- the Joker knew what he was doing, the fact Harvey knew of that skill, that he could think that, hell-

More human than Harvey. Maybe more whole but this man, no, he wasn't. Couldn't be. Their ideas of what was human - Harvey groaned, low, fingers digging into the couch, would never be able to look at it the same way - were very different. Humans had memories, remorse, pasts, not just instinct. Maybe not the base of humanity- it was easy to ignore that voice under the circumstances. Follow my lead, he said. Harvey nearly glanced for his coin to decide.

That thought quickly lost it's merit at the Joker's action, drawing an unheeded groan from his lips. The fact this was happening, that he was letting it and god damnit it- enjoying it- wasn't that 'letting go' enough? He wasn't sure he wanted to know where he would land if he gave that final inch, even as he slowly unraveled.

"No." He gasped, an answer. No, not so easily.

The Joker himself almost wanted to take Harvey's coin, flip to see if he should keep entertaining the conversation or continue trying to be more physically argumentative. It wasn't a hard decision, though - he liked hearing Harvey try to reaffirm himself with those low noises and groans escaping him. Liked seeing him reluctantly slide fiber-by-fiber looser, a little easier.

He was quick to take all of Harvey into his mouth - ugh, gag reflex or no, it wasn't a pleasant feeling - working on him for a few minutes of silence before dragging his mouth up and off, tongue trailing along the underside of the other's erection.

"No," he rasped, swallowing briefly as he looked up at Harvey, "Always no. Harvey, why don't you do something productive - either argue with me while I'm doing this, or tell me how to better occupy our time." He raised an eyebrow, smirked, "Okay?", then returned to what he had been doing before Harvey decided to be so stubborn.

It didn't take very long for any semblance of thought to derail, first reluctantly but really, what control did he ever have? That was the thing about chaos, wasn't it, that it was unbiased and fair and Harvey, as much as he resisted, was a part of it now. He lost their game tonight and many times before.

His head fell back- how the hell did he do that without flinching?- thankfully and disturbingly unable to think of Rachel at all, with the god damned mad man's name on what remained of his lips. He had never felt such a pure hate before. It was exhilarating.

When the Joker spoke he had to blink to process, something of a cracked smile falling on his lips. Here they were, Gotham's terror and it's ghost, bickering over a fucking blow job. The laugh in his throat was swallowed by a moan when the clown continued, this time uncontrolled. He was close and that irritating drawl in the back of his head kept laughing and pressing to give him a show.

"You're- you're quiet. That's productive enough." He muttered wryly and bitterly, breath hitching.

The Joker didn't bother deigning Harvey with more than a "mmhmm" that was nothing more than vibrations, really, bobbing his head as his hands scraped along Harvey's sides and hips.

He almost wanted to stop, pull away and maybe try to get Harvey to tell him to get back to it. Probably be too much to ask, but he was tempted.

"Shit, Joker-" As soon as the name left his lips he hated himself a little more, not bothering with the humiliation or irritation and instead released a shaky breath.

He grabbed some of the unnaturally green hair, pulling the clown away with more care than he would normally afford- for himself more than the madman. His free hand wrapped around his own length and with groan he released. When he opened his eye all he could see was white black and red in a permanent grin, and the sight some how was not as repulsive as it should be, only a worn image he had come to know.

The yank earned a groan, even if it wasn't as hard as normal and the way Harvey had said his name - no Rachel, no pretending. It was good.

Very good.

The Joker only spared Harvey's lap with a mild look before reaching up to grab Harvey's shoulders, pushing forward to attack his mouth with his teeth and tongue. Playtime - that's all it was to the Joker, and now it was all about him again. No more treats for Mr. Negative.

Harvey barely had time to catch his breath when the Joker pressed against him- part of him should have been disgusted but he couldn't bring himself to care where the other's mouth had just been while his skin was still humming. Harvey had always understood balance, one for one, an eye for an eye, and he didn't hesitate to undo the Joker's pants as the man grabbed at him.

He didn't break the buttoning this time - this time, hell he barely blinked at the thought anymore - wondering how the gaudy makeup could always taste so metallic as he tugged the cloth down.

It was all the Joker could do to keep himself from gnawing at Harvey's half-there lips, hips tilting to grind against the other's hand as he worked to help Harvey get rid of his pants, kicking them off with a groan.

"C'mon, Harvey," he heard himself growl, licking at Harvey's bare teeth one one side and his lips on the other - this wouldn't take long at all.

Harvey couldn't help but growl in return, hand wrapping around the Joker and stroking roughly. All his movements were sharp and in pace, quick like his breath even as it began to even out.

"Talking again." He muttered in the same dry tone of before, a little too much like a joke as he continued to move, a particularly long and drawn out stroke punctuating his statement.

The Joker didn't bother hiding it - he moaned, loud into Harvey's mouth and pulled away to suck in air with gasps. He bucked into Harvey's hand, knees shifting and sliding up into the back cushions of the couch, nails digging in to the other's back.

"I always talk," he gasped, giggling with hitched breath, "You should - nn - should get that by now."

"Not always." Harvey's nails dug into the Joker's shoulder, drawing down his arm in long reddened lines. His own skin was already splotched with bites, something Rachel had never done, a movement that was uniquely the clown's in Harvey's mind now without even realizing.

He let go to grab the green hair again and pull the man forward, maybe making a point of his statement by swallowing any words the painted man may have chosen to answer with. He quickened his pace, fingers tightening in the dyed hair as he did.

The Joker groaned and let Harvey jerk him around - aheh - panting against his mouth and pulling against Harvey's hand, increasing the tension there. His ears were ringing with the dulled sounds of rioting outside their door - technically, couldn't anybody just burst in here and see? Oh-ho, that would be something-!

He felt himself run up against the edge and groaned, trying to formulate some kind of remark, something to knock Harvey out of whatever daze he was most likely in.

"H-Harv-!"

Okay, not exactly the scathing, witty remark he had been intending, but he was too close to be coherent about things like that. He turned and bit Harvey's neck again, hard, hips jerking a few more times as he came with a groan.