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[RL - Poor drunk Joker 8( GUEST STARRING: LISA AND HARVEY!]

The Joker was many, many things.

Right now, thanks to the community, he was a drunken clown haphazardly throwing dirty old sheets over a bloodstained couch. After all, drunk or not he knew that Lisa probably - just probably - wouldn't enjoy sitting on or near blood. So, he'd hide it, even if that meant stumbling to and from rooms to get cleaner sheets - so that's where his feet went - just to make a better impression. The fact that it looked strange and out of place didn't really register to him.

And besides, there was a good chance she wouldn't show. After all, the community had seemed so very, very against it. Oh well, no loss.

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"...Are you calling me an idiot or him?" Lisa asked, irritation in her voice, without thinking. Though, she had to admit, it was probably a strange sight to happen upon - clean, prim Lisa with Joker in his messy, decrepit apartment.

It took the Joker a minute to realize that Harvey had just come in and insulted him - in his own home! - and Lisa was still being so pushy and -

"Harvey!" he exclaimed, looking utterly distraught as he jumped at the other, "Tell her to stop, to stop caring so much!"

Harvey stared just a moment before letting out a frustrated sigh, moving forward and roughly shoving the Joker back onto the couch. "He's the idiot." He answered, turning his hard gaze to Lisa. "And so are you for coming here."

He looked back to Joker. "After Ed you do this? What, need to move again now?" his tone turned more irate than genuinely wrathful, glancing at the sheets and coverings. Idiots.

"After Ed-- You mean Eddie?" She suddenly looked very interested in their conversation, whereas Joker's childish antics had left her unimpressed. "What did he do?"

"Edward." The Joker hadn't sounded - or felt - so irrationally angry at a name in a while. He glared at Harvey for even bringing the fucker up, before shaking his head. "No no no no no, Harv! It's Lisa. She told - she already said she won't tell, and she's, she's just a horrible liar so I trust her."

Where had that word come from? Oh well.

"Where's your scotch?"

"You fucking idiot." Harvey growled, ignoring Lisa again in favor of looking the Joker's state over- hell he really was drunk. He didn't bother stifling a sigh this time, nearly rubbing his temple.

"No scotch." He muttered, looking at Lisa again. "Wasn't him who did it, though he'd probably do worse now." He said, and it was the truth. She wasn't getting any more than that. "Why are you here?"

"I was here to make sure he was okay. I didn't want him to hurt himself." It sounded ridiculous now that she was actually explaining it to Harvey. She bit her lip. "He asked me to come over. I thought he might have... needed something." Lisa crossed her arms over her chest defensively, sighing, shaking her head. "I don't know. I'll... leave."

The Joker glared at Harvey. "Don't - don't make her go." Just because she was being a bitch, being commanding and his mother - he huffed and turned away from the other. "She's actually pleasant to go, to be around."

God it was like dealing with grade schoolers today. He watched her a moment- idiot, why would she come here? It was the illogical mindset of good samaritans. He knew it well enough.

"When you leave you're not coming back." He said, not quite as sharp, more just irate and tired, completely ignoring the Joker. "For your own good Reisert."

She was quiet for a minute longer, wondering how much more she'd have to withstand scolding for her decision to come here tonight. With one quick glance to the corner of the room to gather her thoughts, she looked back up to meet Harvey's gaze and did her best not to show any visible flinch back. It was worse to see in person.

"Lisa. My name is Lisa. And, if you don't want me here, maybe you should talk about making a guest list or something." Because, I was invited."

"Stop with the - all this controlling, Harvey, let her do what she wants. You're still upset over, over your fucking girlfriend but some of us can handle talking to women still!"

Even though he'd said he could never understand how to talk to them. Whatever. He turned to face Lisa, "You don't have to leave until you feel like it, because that's - that's what this is all about!"

Harvey's glare sharpened instantly, predictably, stepping forward and grabbing the other man by the front of his shirt.

"Watch your mouth." He snapped.

Suddenly, Lisa was very confused and felt a little out of place. She didn't understand the shift in conversation or the reason that Harvey suddenly looked much more unpleasant than he had been a moment ago.

"I should probably leave, though. Harvey's right. Clint and Tommy--" were worried. Were off-the-wall frustrated. And, she owed both a phone call.

The Joker laughed outright at Harvey, giggling maniacally. "Watch my mouth, he says!"

When Lisa speaks up, though, he twists in Harvey's grip, craning his neck to look at her. "But - if you leave, he'll beat - he'll hit me. Domestic abuse is nothing to turn your back on, Lisa!"

Oh, melodrama, he never got tired of it.

His grip tightened on the Joker's shirt, apparently unaffected by their guest's presence. It was almost formulaic, even now he couldn't turn the other cheek when he referenced her.

The little show only made his good eye narrow and he shoved the other back roughly, releasing him to hopefully fall over the couch. If he were luck he'd crack his head open on the floor.

"Oh, look. He let you go. I think you'll be okay." Lisa informed the Joker in a plain, unrestrained voice. All the same, she cast a glance in Harvey's direction - he'd better not take advantage of the situation and do something to hurt him while he was in this state. The look in her eyes was warning, matching with the firm line her lips had tightened into.

He did indeed stagger back and land on the sofa, grimacing as the room tilted a bit and shooting Harvey a glare before looking to Lisa. What was with this protective streak? He was the goddamned Joker, wasn't he? Since when did he need a woman watching over him?

He kind of stared at Lisa, bleary-eyed and when, when would this virus end? Because it was so irritating, "I hate this virus." That glare she was giving Harvey - that was irritating on more levels than he wanted to think of, and he looked at Harvey flatly. "Why does she need to leave?"

Harvey glanced over at the warning look, somewhere between amused and irritated. She didn't belong, the Joker should know that but he was useless like this.

"Because she doesn't belong here." he answered, still returning her look with a dry glance of his own. "And you don't deserve her company."

As flattering as this was, Lisa was about done with people thinking they had to look out for her - and telling Joker he didn't deserve her company was just that. She rolled her eyes a little more exaggeratedly than was probably necessary and threw her arms up in exasperation.

"Fine. I'm leaving already."

"Don't deserve - fuck you, Harvey Dent, I don't need you - I don't need your bullshit!" Oh he was up, up, the room spinning but nonetheless he was standing. It was all he could do not to trip over his feet as he staggered back up to Harvey and shoved him with more force than probably necessary to make his point.

"Always ruining things and being stubborn and you know what? You don't deserve all the good stuff - all the things you get to do, and I, I don't think you have any room to tell me that I don't deserve the company of Lisa fucking however you say her goddamned last name! So shut the fuck up!"

Feeling immensely better, he looked at Lisa with a bland smile, "Thanks for the food, sweetheart, I needed it." Unlike you, Harvey, I don't need you bringing my party down. Hmph.

"Good stuff?" Harvey spat, temper flaring again. It didn't matter how true what he said may be, as disjointed as it was, what Harvey had said was the truth. The shove had been unexpected enough to push him a few steps back, though now he was back to his footing, tired sort of frustration in his glare. He didn't think as he threw a punch at the other, barely as harsh or powerful as it could be, more an irate retaliation after the events of the day had worn his already strained control.

"Don't you dare talk about ruining things." He shot back lowly.

A brief scream had escaped Lisa as Harvey retaliated from the shove - she was expecting a much more powerful punch than what was actually delivered - before she was able to wrap her hands over her own mouth. This wasn't right. She hadn't come here to intervene in a fight but sure enough there she was, moving quickly between the two of them, navigating like a frightened mouse, staring at the floor as she reached out, putting a hand on both of their shoulders firmly, trying to push them apart.

"Stop it -- Stop it. You're acting like... idiots." She finally looked up, first at Harvey with a glare that told him to try and actually act the mature one, that she had expected better, and then at Joker. Lisa swallowed hard. She was in over her head. This wasn't her fight to interfere with and she wasn't sure she was in any position to take sides or mediate but she was just doing what came naturally and it was to stop this before it got worse.

Edited 2009-05-22 11:59 (UTC)

The Joker felt like he took the swing like a pro, considering his state, but it still made him wobble backwards and nearly trip over the floor. It was a comparably irrational anger that surged up in him and he growled, lunging forward to return the physicality - except Lisa was between them and had her hand on him.

He barely heard what she said, restraining himself just enough to keep from socking her and instead staggered backwards into the couch, glaring at her now, albeit less in hostility and more in confusion. "Don't - don't touch me. Okay."

The intervention gave Harvey pause as well, glance falling to Lisa as though he hadn't realized she was there, lingering a moment before he took a step back, expression unreadable. He gave her a long look, probing, as if trying to remember something before he snorted.

"Fine." He said, attention falling back to Joker at his nearly confused words. His lips quirked cruelly, faintly, after a moment. "A normal mediation." he said.

Lisa dropped her hands away from both of them, taking a deep breath. She had gotten out of that surprisingly unscathed. Good. That was good. With a shaky smile she nodded to the Joker, trying to assure that she was agreeing to his demands to cut the contact. Hands wringing in front of her, she just nodded.

"I'll go. I should go." Asserting such, she gave another curt nod and then promptly started for the door.

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