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Subject: Harvey Dent, the Joker
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Prompt: Cry
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Heads up! Thar be smut in these thar woods! AKA, you should know that this log contains sexual stuff and so you need to be careful reading it. And stuff.

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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"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.

Harvey released a breath at the groan muffled sharply at his throat. He felt disgusting in more ways than he cared to count but somehow the feeling fit like a second skin in this filthy room, with the man who had helped take everything away from him pressed up against him in a hot, sticky mess. Harvey's good eye slide to what he could catch of the painted face, half lips parted as though he wanted to speak, to say something biting or disturbed, whatever the script called for, but he couldn't bring himself to find the words.

A screech that could only be human broke him from his trance, eyes darting to the window as the broken sounds filtered in. He shoved the Joker aside, to the cleaner part of the couch now, sighing as he pulled himself up. "I hate you." he muttered, and it was almost casual, apathetic and age worn rather than bitter.

The Joker was almost ragdoll-like, flopping leisurely over to the other side of the couch and watching Harvey move with only the barest flicks of his eyes. He smiled lazily and rolled his eyes when Harvey spoke, reaching out with a foot to poke Harvey in the side with a long toenail.

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Harv. What do you honestly have to complain about?"

Harvey answered with an irate look- he wasn't going to bother responding to that. Maybe it was because his limbs felt loose and even with the nauseating aftertaste of their actions he felt calmer than he had in quite some time. The background on shouts and shattering all melded together to a drone.

"Take a shower soon will you?" He grumbled- casual, all of this was far too casual - as he walked around the couch, heading to clean himself up before his thoughts caught up with him.

"Gonna join?" he cooed, giggling and rolling half-off the couch. He kind of wanted to nap, honestly. And the couch was all warm now, so...

"Just wake me up in an hour." After all - showers came after naps. Woke him up.

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