[RL - Harvey, Joker, Crane and Edward - oh, yeah, this is gonna end well]

[tntandgasoline]

The Joker was, for once, not in the "secret lair" area of Gotham that he normally inhabited. He was actually out doing some very important things, like finding Thai food that wasn't made with dog or cat or whatever the stereotype was these days.

So, that left him away from the rundown little home away from Arkham he'd been settling in for. Sorry he's such an ungracious host, but at least he's hand-picking food, right?

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It was then that the Joker half kicked, half shoved the door open, slamming it behind him with his foot. His arms were weighed down with a multitude of plastic bags, filled with various take-out boxes of different sizes and shapes, as well as a few bags of liquor, juice, plasticwear - it looked as though he had just gone ransacked both a restaurant and a supermarket in one fell swoop. (He hadn't, but it was a possibility.)

He barely even acknowledged the three others in his vicinity, too busy - well, it looked like he was talking to himself, except for the expensive little bluetooth receiver on his ear.

"I don't - I told you to just follow them and -- I want to stay in tonight, Bozo, I really do, but if you need me to rub your nose in your fucking mess-!"

He dumped the bags on the table and waved dismissively at all three of them, stalking off to another room where he erupted into a screaming fit, like a toddler whose favorite toy had been taken away.

He returned after a moment, bluetoothless and grinning wide. "Sorry, I'm a little, uh, late. Harvey, I forgot to mention we were having company. Sorry."

For the record, he didn't look sorry at all.

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Harvey glanced over as the clown entered, eyes narrowing dangerously for a moment before he he turned to the window as if in some semblance of control. The look was perfected by the time the Joker reentered.

"What a shame, I would have broken out the good china." He replied dryly as he stood from his chair.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

"I hope you mean that literally. It would have made quite the spectacle," murmured Eddie. His gaze drifted to Joker, whose dramatic entrance warranted its worth in attention.

"My, my, my. Having an interesting time, I see." The Riddler strolled a few steps in Joker's direction, subconsciously wavering with a distance kept between them. Eddie was a wary man, in all levels of awareness. "I hope you got pad thai."

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Crane just watched with some veiled interest, making no effort to move from his seat. Let them flock, he had no reason to indulge him.

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"We have good china?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Harvey before shrugging and setting his sights on their new guest.

The Joker loped towards Edward, throwing an arm around his shoulder and gesturing over towards the table. "I don't know much about Thai food, really, more of a, y'know, traditional kinda guy, burgers and all that..." He gave Crane a wide grin before continuing, "But I told them, uh, to just give me everything they had. I think they did - if we're missing any dish you like, I'll make sure that won't happen again. Help yourself, Eddie, nice to finally meet you~!"

With that settled, he practically leaped from Edward to Crane, half falling into his lap with a little bounce. "Dollface, it's been forever. I, uh, missed you at breakfast. Thanks for coming to dinner, you're such a sweetheart."

[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

Harvey didn't bother answering, crossing his arms against his chest and leaning against one of the walls as the Joker went to and fro. The attention on Crane made him lift his brow, more amused than his deadpan expression let on as he glanced back to Edward, leaving the two to bicker or seethe quietly as he was sure Crane would soon be doing.

"I was wrong, there is an Elliot here." He said after a moment, not sounding very sorry for his unfortunate mistake. "Hasn't been in Gotham for years."

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Edward took the Joker's embrace in stride, tilting his head in good humor. No need to offend his generous host, after all. Whatever sour effect Crane had on the detective vanished in an instant as Eddie laid eyes on the curious creature of chaos.

How different. The scars were most eye-catching; his Joker's signature smile was quite different. And yet, both managed to impose a chilling effect. How curious indeed.

"You're too kind, really," Eddie replied, amicably patting Joker's well-tailored back. "And I'm charmed."

But then Dent had to open his double-crossing mouth. Edward scowled at lawyer, his color diminishing into a stark pale within seconds. An Elliot, here in this world? Fucking hell, was there no end to this misery?

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Crane most likely went some shade of white as Joker sat in his lap, though he made no move to accept him or push him away, just glanced away with a look akin to an irritated cat.

He glanced to Harvey almost imploringly. Almost. Then to Edward who suddenly looked sour-- Oh? "Who's Elliot?"

[tntandgasoline]

The Joker grinned merrily back at Crane, tilting back to look at Edward from a half-upside down angle. His eyes glanced from his newest pal to his oldest with only a mild brow-scrunch to show any irritation.

"Harvey, if you're going to upset him, the least you could do is help him get out all the food. This is supposed to be a nice double-date sorta scenario."

He added, rolling his eyes, "Is this, uh, Elliot the same sort of guy you'd warn little old me about, Nygma? Because I'm not impressed by the name."

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Harvey glanced back over at Crane, something of irritation spreading on his face as he turned, hand shoving in his pocket. His fingers brushed against the char and he very nearly rolled his eyes before walking over to the bags.

"Then be a good host and get off Crane to get your own damned food." Harvey answered in something of a growl, pulling out a carton of some warm and decent smelling food before tossing it over to the Joker, giving him a sharp look.

"Thomas Elliot. His family used to be in league with the Wayne's apparently. Hasn't been around for nearly two decades." Harvey answered as though Edward were not even present. "He and Nygma have some issues in their Gotham."

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"Yes," Edward's reply to Joker's query was curt. He was visibly uneasy, running a hand through his hat-lacking hair, and it didn't appear that the topic of conversation was about to switch any time soon.

Edward allowed Dent to carry on the in depth explanation (well, relatively so, to Eddie's own) without volunteering any additional insight. He sulked over to the food, seeking his requested pad thai and cornering off his expression in the process. The detective was more wary of Crane's reaction; Eddie hadn't had a chance to analyze that one properly enough. Who's to say this Crane wasn't more sadistic than Eddie's version? It was too much a risk.

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The Joker fumbled for the carton, giving Harvey a dirty look as he half-rolled, half-climbed out of Crane's inhospitable lap. "My pleasure. He's too bony."

Giving Edward a long, curious look for a minute, he then shrugged and went to sit at the table, digging out a set of disposable chop sticks. If anything, he was authentic.

"Well, if he's not here, then he won't interrupt our family dinner, now will he?"

[thedawniscoming.livejournal.com]

Harvey took a seat again, ignoring the look the Joker shot him for his 'request' and glanced over to Edward. It was both satisfying and troubling, those reactions. This dual universe was turning out to be nothing but trouble.

"Wouldn't that be a shame." Harvey snorted, grabbing a carton of some exotic food or another to examine.

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Edward seethed, watching Harvey and Joker with great care. Joker, it seemed, was backing off--or hiding his fangs--but Harvey... Well, lawyers were always difficult, weren't they? Crane wasn't much of a concern to the outsider as of now, so Eddie ignored the lanky shrink.

Slapping Harvey's back--maybe a little too hard--Edward tried to guide him out of the way so he could get some damn duck sauce.