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"He puts up with your quirks and lives with you, what else would you call him?" So it was a pretty big presumption, but considering Harvey had been making apologies to her for the Joker, and given the information she'd just gotten in this little meeting, she figured she had at least some fact to stand on.

"And, that's a lie in and of itself. The truth is easier, you have less to keep track of."

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"A stick in the mud, mostly," he giggled, head dropping back against the back of the couch so he could stare at the ceiling. "Odd being drunk without, without the uh, the taste. Scotch!" He pulled himself up abruptly and stood, looking around. "Where does Harvey keep his alcoholic tendencies, Lisa?" Like she would know, "If you were him."

He glanced back at her, vaguely waving a hand. "There's no truth, not without you believing it."

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"Uh, he doesn't keep it in the freezer? That's where most people do..." She briefly wondered if they had a freezer in that apartment. There couldn't be too many places to hide things. Which reminded her - that sheet on the couch.

"Why do you have a sheet over your couch?" It wasn't strewn in any way that resembled someone sleeping on it, so that was a poor explanation, but it was the only one that Lisa could find.

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"...The freezer?" The Joker stared at her for a minute, then rolled his eyes. Floridians.

The question about the couch makes him pause, halfway to the kitchen to ransack it in search of alcohol. "I - it's there because, because Crane is a neat freak," he lied fluently. "Like, uh, like the... the plastic covers, right?"

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"Should you really be drinking in the first place? You're already drunk - you might black out or something. I wouldn't know the first thing about which hospital to take you to, or who to call." Lisa was rambling slightly, but she didn't seem to notice. It was a genuine concern - surprising for someone to voice for the Joker, but genuine nonetheless. The explanation of Crane being a neat freak sat well enough with her that she didn't press the issue. She had a certain understanding for neat freaks, after all.

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"Why not? It's not - it's not really drunk until I can taste the, the liquor." He looked back again at the tone of her voice - "Don't - ...Stop caring so much." You're not supposed to care, it's weird and it doesn't feel right.

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"You asked me to come here, you get to deal with the consequences. Now, go sit down and finish that bottle of water, because it might actually help rather than hurt." Lisa replied firmly. Her hands were on her hips before she realized it, exasperation evident. He was making it very difficult to watch out for him.

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-What?

He turned to look at her, taking in the full effect of her standing there, annoyed and arms akimbo - 'Go to your room, young man!' - and he frowned. "Don't tell me what to do."

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"Too late. You should have thought about that before you asked me to come." Her glare was sharp and her voice was even sharper. After the fight she had gotten in with Clint and Tommy over coming here, she wasn't about to deal with the Joker's bullshit in stifling whatever assistance she could provide. "I'm asking you to do it for your own good."

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"I didn't think-" That you'd act like my mother, that you'd be such a worrywart, that you'd ca- "That you'd be such a bitch about it."

Still, he went and sat down on the couch, sulkily gulping down more water. Women.

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Harvey wasn't sure what he expected to find- no blood and carnage like most would expect no, he knew better. If anything his concern would be for the woman's mind. That's how the Joker had started with Maggie- with lies. He nearly draw a hand over his face in frustration, figures Maggie's friend would be a trouble magnet as well.

When he reached the place he made no attempt at quiet, slamming the door open with a dark look until his eyes fell on the two figures, glancing only barely at Lisa before settling on the clown, gaze sharpening.

"You idiot." He muttered, taking the scene in though none of the tension left his shoulders.

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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.

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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!"

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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.

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"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?"

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"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?"

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"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?"

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"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."

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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."

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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."

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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."

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"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!"

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

"Watch your mouth." He snapped.

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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.

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