Harvey shot upright and took the coin eagerly, flipping it in the air and catching it in his hand. Oh, it was like a drug hit. It rushed through his veins and all the ugly, horrible feelings inside stopped. The anxiety went away, the stress did too. He opened his palm and then smiled. "Yes." He held up the coin so Edward could see his result. "Yes, we have a deal. Fuck."
Exhaling, Harvey looked elated as he clutched the coin tight and kicked the stupid dice aside.
"We're in lockdown. What happened? I was rolling for taking a piss and missed whatever this was." Time to play some catch up, now he was free. He assumed they were going to fix this shit or whatever. He looked at Victor and then frowned. "You don't go here..."
Zsasz always went to Blackgate. If he went. Which was super rare.
"It's a work trip," Victor clarified unhelpfully and Edward rolled his eyes, putting a hand on Harvey's arm, mostly because he could.
"You're aware of Bolton, I assume? He's gone too far, really annoyed Jonathan Crane and now ol' Jonny's in full Scarecrow mode, hunting for the man. If you hear some gospel songs, that's where he is. He has a scythe."
"They go 'whoosh'," Victor explained, helpful again, accompanying it with a fitting hand movement.
Edward simply nodded his head to that, then looked at Harvey again. "The plan is subduing Jonathan. No killing. And ideally we do it before he can kill Bolton."
"On any other day, I'd say we shoot him but... I know you like him for some fucking reason and we owe you a solid so fine, I'm in. Let's take the strawman down." He wasn't sure how they could best do it if the fucker had a scythe but there were pretty good long range weapons. He looked at Victor's gun and then licked his lips. "That's a beautiful gun by the way."
Game respected game. He loved a man who invested in his gun. And damask print too? Nice.
"Have you thought of shoot him in the leg from afar? Might stop him. Slow him down. Otherwise, I dunno. Maybe we could find a way to get the tranq gun." He wasn't sure if Ed had a plan or not but he wanted to try and be useful at least.
"I could get him in the leg, but these hallways are winded." Kind of sucked for anything like that. Not that Victor wasn't ready to try, he just didn't know whether he could do it while staying out of range of a scythe and without having to shoot to kill. He turned his gun for Harvey to admire and Edward rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes. Very nice, but can we compare dicks later?" He was trying to think. "I guess the tranq gun is our best bet, as it stands. I wanted to get to Pamela, but the way was cut off before. Maybe we'd have better luck now. Off we go, gentlemen."
He led the way, trying to keep an ear out. "I sure hope he won't suddenly stop singing."
"Always gospel. Someone has religion issues, man." Harvey huffed as he kept himself in front of Edward, wanting to keep him safe. He was more delicate, all fancy and shit, he had to keep his ass safe. As they got further into the hallway, he vaguely heard voices and halted, frowning. There was noise from the guards, far off to the left side, away from where Pamela was being kept. And, naturally, the sound of Jon followed that.
They had a distraction. They could reach Pamela.
"Let's go quickly before the farm boy comes to harvest us." Harvey was not super excited to see Pamela but-- well, she was probably their strongest backup option if they didn't want to use the Joker.
"He grew up in the South, Harv, I'm sure religious issues are just one of many, but definitely not the least. Bible belt." Edward looked around himself, half-expecting Scarecrow to simply pop up somewhere, but luckily they seemed to be safe.
All the way up to Poison Ivy's cell, where Edward ducked down to take care of the keypad again. "Pamela?! It's Edward. I'm with Harvey Dent and Victor Zsasz."
"...why?" Pamela stepped up close to the door, peering through the bars. "And what is this lockdown all about? The generators are neglecting the plants during lockdown."
Presumably not a top priority, but Edward kept that thought to himself as he held the door open for her. "Jonathan Crane is out. Scarecrow. After Bolton."
"Ah." Pamela frowned. "Didn't he throw you? Why do we care about Bolton? He can be fertiliser and he'll be more useful that way."
"Smell nicer too," Edward quipped, shrugging his shoulders, "Oswald wants minimal damage. Dead Bolton would be a lot of damage."
Walking out of her cell, she looked at all three men, smirking at Harvey. "Hey there, handsome. I thought you were vegetating over cards."
"Not cards. It was a dice, actually. The cards are next..." And Harvey was living in fear of that but hey, he had to protect his manhood from Pamela cause she was... an experience. He liked her, in a way, and hated her at the same time. And at one point, a weird dating rumour about them spread like wildfire and that was still kind of a funny memory. Oh, boring long summers in Arkham. "Keep trashing on me and I'll overwater the plants in the lobby when it's my chore day."
He gave Pamela a pointed look that he meant his threat and then pulled away, trying to look down the hallway that Jonathan had gone down.
There was nothing that could be seen but suddenly the most horrific screams rang out. Short, sweet and clearly swift to death. "Well... that's the back up guards down too. I guess we gotta get moving or we'll never reach him before Bolton does."
"My guess is that Bolton is up in the control tower, on the roof." Edward was staring in the direction of the roof, taking a step closer to Victor. Seemed safer somehow, he was beginning to understand Oswald.
"And if you are guessing, that probably means it's true." Pamela rolled her eyes, as annoyed with the Riddler being right as, she assumed, most people were. "I could meet the Scarecrow. He's still just a man." Which meant she did not think much of him.
"Sure, Pamela, you sweet flower, but he's a man in a gas mask. Besides, my educated guess is that he's rather not on your side of the Kinsey scale, if you catch my drift."
"Really now? Do I want to know how you know that?" Pamela shook her head, but conceded the point. "To the roof then. There are vines up there."
"They got gay together." Harvey clarified and, for some reason, he clarified it while turning to face Victor. As if he was telling Victor some fascinating news he needed to hear. Then he got awkward and looked away. "I think, anyway. I dunno. They had like... energy. Queer like. I don't know." He was rambling. Oh shit, wasn't Victor queer too? This fucking community was so damn gay!
"Let's just get to the fucking roof."
Harvey led the way, to try and restore some manhood, leading them down the hallway and -- oh, well, now they hit body central. "Urgh. Nice." He stepped over the beheaded bodies and accidentally kicked a head. Whoops. "How the fuck does Jon wield such a thing? It's bigger than him."
"I don't know, it didn't come up when we got 'gay together'," Edward repeated mockingly, showing his distaste for that comment. Still didn't keep him from holding on to Harvey's ever so manly arm to try and avoid stepping directly into a blood puddle.
"Interestingly, from what Harley told me, I thought you and Edward were the gay ones," Pamela said, probably mostly to tease. She assumed it'd be working. "It's really time you confront those inhibitions, Dent."
"The blood smells weird," Victor said, frowning. Something chemical was in the air around here.
"Can we all focus on the weird smelling blood and not my sexuality, please! Ain't that a bigger deal. The blood stinks." He hadn't noticed but he'd rather just stick to that topic than his own issues with Ed and that weird time they almost kissed.
Harvey halted and held up his hand, hoping to not only cut off whatever slam Pamela had coming but also because he heard movement. Erratic movement. Weird noises to and-- oh Fuck.
"Jervis?!"
"Ah!" Jervis was indeed in the hallway, blood splattered up him, eyes wide with terror. Of course. Ever the coward. Though his eyes focused immediately on Edward, ignoring the other rogues. "Dormouse! March Hare has sliced the Cheshire cat in half! By the rec room! He is no hare, no more, no, no, he is --- he is the Jabberwocky!"
"... What?" Harvey raised an eyebrow and then turned to the group to take a poll. "Should I just knock him down?"
"Yes," Pamela agreed, because this was becoming even more of a sausage fest. Victor simply shrugged. And Edward put both hands on Jervis' shoulders in hopes of centring him somewhat.
"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! The Cheshire cat, we have to go to him." Edward was not about to let the Joker die here. "What of Delite, is he anywhere?" Not that he cared overly much, but between Jonathan and the Joker, odds were he was caught up somewhere in the middle.
"I thought I was the Jabberwocky." Victor was a little put out over that.
"Delite-- Delite was-- Bolton. Solitary. Jonathan was going to solitary. West wing!" Jervis turned and then cried out in terror the moment he met eyes with Victor. Yeah, no, he still had that little something that caused terror. "Must go, must go! Dormouse, we must go!"
And then Jervis turned and rushed towards where the Joker was.
"I mean, we could just... leave them both to die..." Harvey muttered to Pamela, sensing she was on the same wavelength as him and maybe they could convince Victor to agree. Edward, probably not, but he was weak. They could drag him. "Is it really a big loss if the Joker bites it?"
"DORMOUSE!" Jervis cried out, clearly unable to control his volume - not great, Jonathan would find them if he kept that up. "The innards are outards! Hurry!"
Down the hall, right in front of the rec room, the Joker was slumped against the wall with an arm around his stomach. And blood was just ... oozing out everywhere. Jervis hovered, afraid to touch.
Edward ran off, mostly to find a way to quiet Jervis down. However, than he saw the Joker and he was honestly unsure whether he was even still alive or not, which horrified him in a way he could not have anticipated. He knelt down by his side, trying to get a closer look at the wound. "Jack? Jackie, are you-- Joker!" How did he handle this?
Victor had run after Edward, as he'd been told to keep him alive, but he honestly didn't want to get anywhere close to the Joker's blood. Simply didn't look safe.
"...is he dead?" Pamela wasn't really trying to sound anything other than hopeful. She also put a hand on Jervis' shoulder. "Shh, Hatter. Be quiet." Or maybe she'd make him.
"Oh, shit. He's actually... oh fuck." The Joker was dead? Jonathan killed the Joker? That was unexpected. What the--
"Urghhhh. Not-- Not yet. Sorry, boys and ghouls." The Joker laughed very weakly and then coughed out blood violently down himself. He lifted his head up and looked at Edward. He didn't look scared or really pained. His eyes were lit up with a strange sort of mirth. "I was going to get my sweetheart and Spooky ripped me a new one... Now that's funny."
"Bad! Bad... so bad... frumious Bandersnatch."
Harvey unzipped the top part of his Arkham uniform, tossing it to Edward. Eh, he had his tank top underneath. "Try and stop the bleeding or he'll never make it."
"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!"
"Where was Jon going. Left or right from here? Did you or the clown see?" Harvey was just trying to get some sense here. Jervis shook his head.
"He's stealin' my boy, Eddie." Joker slurred as he leaned forward suddenly and propped his head against Edward's shoulder.
"Nice guns," Victor told Harvey, complete with finger-guns, repaying the compliment from before. Edward concurred, but now was not the time to appreciate that. He was taking care of at least attempting to stop the wound instead. "Pamela, could you...?"
Best bet they had, all things considered. Thinking of Harley, Pamela did crouch down, focusing her powers to try and come up with something that would help stop the blood flow, at least. "If anything can survive in his blood." She was not that confident.
"Delite will be... He'll be fine, Joker, Scarecrow is still Jonathan, he'll take care of him. Let him go." Like he let him go. Here was hoping, anyway. "All right, someone has to stay with the Joker. We have to track down Jonathan, but we can't just let him bleed out."
"Jervis should stay. I mean what is he gonna do - put a hat on Jon?"
"I could very well offer a tool or two that could snare the beast... I just can't reach his head."
"Oooh, are we putting little hats on Jonny?" Joker asked as he pulled away from Edward and giggled. "I'm so into that plan. I wish I could stand just to do it."
"We ain't doing the fucking hat plan." Harvey insisted as he shoved Jervis towards the Joker. "Hold the shirt over his fucking wound and we'll circle back once we stop Jon." Otherwise they'd run out of time and he'd kill Bolton while they stood here. He looked at Edward, wanting to do right by him. "We gotta go, Eddie."
"You're safe here, Jervis. Just tell the Joker a nice story." How badly could that go? He got up, wiping his hands on his pants. Oh, yes, this suit would have to go to the drycleaners. Or maybe just straight to the bin, honestly. "Let's get going. Don't put any hats on anyone."
Seemed like wise words to live by, for the moment. He headed down the hallway, next to Harvey, putting a hand on the back of his shirt. "Zsasz is right about your guns, you know?"
"Can you keep it in your pants for a moment, Edward?" Pamela felt that was a simple request. "Also, you are leading us away from the staircase!"
"True," Edward admitted, stopping by a staff door and breaking the lock quickly. He pushed open the door and then stepped forward, pushing a button. "We're taking the lift."
"Huh." More efficient, Victor liked that. "Could be an ambush up there."
"Then you stand by the door, tall, bald and scary." Edward failed to see the issue. "It will be fine."
"Thanks, I guess. I've been working out a lot, it's hard to decide to do it so I made myself roll for several hours of a work out to make up for it. One week I accidentally worked out for 20 hours." Harvey was finding a balance. Maybe if he could keep the coin, he'd be just fine. As he followed Edward through, he made sure to gently push him back and check around the room, ensuring it was empty before he heard the ding. No one came out of the lift.
"Come on, let's get in. Really wish we had weapons or something."
Only Victor had a weapon. He was very muscly and Pamela had some very barbed and cutting comments to throw out there but otherwise, they were kind of unarmed. Him more than Pam. "So, Ed, you really think Pam can't like... seduce Jon? Cause-- I mean... is he full queer or is there some wiggle room?"
"In all honesty, based on my research? I think he's somewhere on the ace spectrum, with a bit of a weakness for pretty boys who make nice sounds when they're scared." Edward shrugged his shoulders, leaning back against the wall of the lift now they'd entered and looking at Pamela. "You're free to try your luck, but I'd try going for something less risky."
"Not fair anyway," Victor muttered, standing toward the front.
"Aw, Victor. Don't be that way. I just like seeing that beatific smile of his."
Victor was pouting, but he didn't turn away from the door. Professional, Edward had to give him that.
"You whammed his gal?" Huh. Rough. Wait. It was rogues. "... Or guy? Sorry, I don't know where you swing, Vic. I always thought it was like 50/50 or something but around here, it's more 90/10 for the non-queers." He supposed rogues just seemed to do things gayer than everyone else. He smiled at Edward a little because Eddie had been teaching him recently about shit like that and see, look, he was learning. He was asking all nice and everything.
The lift dinged and the doors opened. It was quiet up here and fucking dark. Harvey couldn't see a thing out there and yet, here they were, exposed.
Only the light from the lift illuminated the room.
It could be a trap. He pushed Edward back behind him and spoke quietly. "Listen careful."
Edward nodded to that whisper, but he was at an impasse here. Sure, he could assume that this was a trap. Or maybe it wasn't. If it was, however, odds were that Victor was about to shoot to kill. He really wanted to avoid that. And if it wasn't, any sound risked being what drew Jonathan's attention.
Hard choice to make, all in all, but he was fairly confident that Jonathan would not want him dead, so maybe this was the best option. "Audere est facere. I hate myself."
He whispered that part, then pushed past Harvey quickly, calling out as soon as he was near the doors, cane at the ready. "Jonathan?! Scarecrow?!" Might as well go for it.
"Guess he really is crazy," Pamela commented drily.
"Ed!" Harvey lost grip of Edward as he bold strolled out and he went to follow him but -- urgh, no. He backed up a little. "The air ain't right."
It was making him anxious. And he was pretty sure he and Ed were in the most danger there cause he didn't even know if Pamela could be chemically effected and... did Victor ever feel fear? He just seemed kinda meh about everything except killing.
Eyes glowed red in the dark and there was a hissing from the chemicals coming out of Jonathan's finger tips. He didn't come into the light, he stayed hiding, like some demonic boogieman.
"Hroo Hraa."
"... What does that mean?" Harvey whispered, hoping Pam knew.
"That he's bonkers," Pamela explained kindly, while trying to counteract the effect of the toxin at least in their immediate surroundings. She stayed close to Harvey, watching the scene unfold and trying to think of what way she could interfere.
"You-- We're out in the open, you know you can't get a concentrated effect like that. Not on a windy day." Luckily, most days in Gotham were windy, at least up on a roof. Edward's reasoning was sound enough, but his voice definitely had more than a hint of panic to it. "Scarecrow! I just want to talk."
Victor did not appear affected, at least outwardly, his hand steady as he pointed his gun at Jonathan. "Give the word, Nygma."
"Who said it was for you, son?" Jonathan came into a glimmer of light and inhaled deep, clearly high and out of his mind of toxin. He was known to do that, at times, to overindulge in drugs and put himself in a strange headspace but usually, he didn't have mass murder on the mind. Usually, he didn't really kill. And yet, downstairs, he had slaughtered so many. People he had worked with once, people he kind of liked.
But there was no rationality any more. No logic.
"Gotcha though, didn't it? Anxious. Heart racing. Pupils dilating. It's a weak dosage. Build up immunity."
"Shoot him." Harvey urged, wishing Victor would just shoot his kneecap off. He saw the glint of the scythe and tensed. Fuck, he didn't want Ed to end up like the Joker.
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Exhaling, Harvey looked elated as he clutched the coin tight and kicked the stupid dice aside.
"We're in lockdown. What happened? I was rolling for taking a piss and missed whatever this was." Time to play some catch up, now he was free. He assumed they were going to fix this shit or whatever. He looked at Victor and then frowned. "You don't go here..."
Zsasz always went to Blackgate. If he went. Which was super rare.
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"You're aware of Bolton, I assume? He's gone too far, really annoyed Jonathan Crane and now ol' Jonny's in full Scarecrow mode, hunting for the man. If you hear some gospel songs, that's where he is. He has a scythe."
"They go 'whoosh'," Victor explained, helpful again, accompanying it with a fitting hand movement.
Edward simply nodded his head to that, then looked at Harvey again. "The plan is subduing Jonathan. No killing. And ideally we do it before he can kill Bolton."
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Game respected game. He loved a man who invested in his gun. And damask print too? Nice.
"Have you thought of shoot him in the leg from afar? Might stop him. Slow him down. Otherwise, I dunno. Maybe we could find a way to get the tranq gun." He wasn't sure if Ed had a plan or not but he wanted to try and be useful at least.
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"Yes, yes. Very nice, but can we compare dicks later?" He was trying to think. "I guess the tranq gun is our best bet, as it stands. I wanted to get to Pamela, but the way was cut off before. Maybe we'd have better luck now. Off we go, gentlemen."
He led the way, trying to keep an ear out. "I sure hope he won't suddenly stop singing."
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They had a distraction. They could reach Pamela.
"Let's go quickly before the farm boy comes to harvest us." Harvey was not super excited to see Pamela but-- well, she was probably their strongest backup option if they didn't want to use the Joker.
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All the way up to Poison Ivy's cell, where Edward ducked down to take care of the keypad again. "Pamela?! It's Edward. I'm with Harvey Dent and Victor Zsasz."
"...why?" Pamela stepped up close to the door, peering through the bars. "And what is this lockdown all about? The generators are neglecting the plants during lockdown."
Presumably not a top priority, but Edward kept that thought to himself as he held the door open for her. "Jonathan Crane is out. Scarecrow. After Bolton."
"Ah." Pamela frowned. "Didn't he throw you? Why do we care about Bolton? He can be fertiliser and he'll be more useful that way."
"Smell nicer too," Edward quipped, shrugging his shoulders, "Oswald wants minimal damage. Dead Bolton would be a lot of damage."
Walking out of her cell, she looked at all three men, smirking at Harvey. "Hey there, handsome. I thought you were vegetating over cards."
"...Pamela, please."
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He gave Pamela a pointed look that he meant his threat and then pulled away, trying to look down the hallway that Jonathan had gone down.
There was nothing that could be seen but suddenly the most horrific screams rang out. Short, sweet and clearly swift to death. "Well... that's the back up guards down too. I guess we gotta get moving or we'll never reach him before Bolton does."
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"And if you are guessing, that probably means it's true." Pamela rolled her eyes, as annoyed with the Riddler being right as, she assumed, most people were. "I could meet the Scarecrow. He's still just a man." Which meant she did not think much of him.
"Sure, Pamela, you sweet flower, but he's a man in a gas mask. Besides, my educated guess is that he's rather not on your side of the Kinsey scale, if you catch my drift."
"Really now? Do I want to know how you know that?" Pamela shook her head, but conceded the point. "To the roof then. There are vines up there."
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"Let's just get to the fucking roof."
Harvey led the way, to try and restore some manhood, leading them down the hallway and -- oh, well, now they hit body central. "Urgh. Nice." He stepped over the beheaded bodies and accidentally kicked a head. Whoops. "How the fuck does Jon wield such a thing? It's bigger than him."
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"Interestingly, from what Harley told me, I thought you and Edward were the gay ones," Pamela said, probably mostly to tease. She assumed it'd be working. "It's really time you confront those inhibitions, Dent."
"The blood smells weird," Victor said, frowning. Something chemical was in the air around here.
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Harvey halted and held up his hand, hoping to not only cut off whatever slam Pamela had coming but also because he heard movement. Erratic movement. Weird noises to and-- oh Fuck.
"Jervis?!"
"Ah!" Jervis was indeed in the hallway, blood splattered up him, eyes wide with terror. Of course. Ever the coward. Though his eyes focused immediately on Edward, ignoring the other rogues. "Dormouse! March Hare has sliced the Cheshire cat in half! By the rec room! He is no hare, no more, no, no, he is --- he is the Jabberwocky!"
"... What?" Harvey raised an eyebrow and then turned to the group to take a poll. "Should I just knock him down?"
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"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! The Cheshire cat, we have to go to him." Edward was not about to let the Joker die here. "What of Delite, is he anywhere?" Not that he cared overly much, but between Jonathan and the Joker, odds were he was caught up somewhere in the middle.
"I thought I was the Jabberwocky." Victor was a little put out over that.
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And then Jervis turned and rushed towards where the Joker was.
"I mean, we could just... leave them both to die..." Harvey muttered to Pamela, sensing she was on the same wavelength as him and maybe they could convince Victor to agree. Edward, probably not, but he was weak. They could drag him. "Is it really a big loss if the Joker bites it?"
"DORMOUSE!" Jervis cried out, clearly unable to control his volume - not great, Jonathan would find them if he kept that up. "The innards are outards! Hurry!"
Down the hall, right in front of the rec room, the Joker was slumped against the wall with an arm around his stomach. And blood was just ... oozing out everywhere. Jervis hovered, afraid to touch.
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Victor had run after Edward, as he'd been told to keep him alive, but he honestly didn't want to get anywhere close to the Joker's blood. Simply didn't look safe.
"...is he dead?" Pamela wasn't really trying to sound anything other than hopeful. She also put a hand on Jervis' shoulder. "Shh, Hatter. Be quiet." Or maybe she'd make him.
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"Urghhhh. Not-- Not yet. Sorry, boys and ghouls." The Joker laughed very weakly and then coughed out blood violently down himself. He lifted his head up and looked at Edward. He didn't look scared or really pained. His eyes were lit up with a strange sort of mirth. "I was going to get my sweetheart and Spooky ripped me a new one... Now that's funny."
"Bad! Bad... so bad... frumious Bandersnatch."
Harvey unzipped the top part of his Arkham uniform, tossing it to Edward. Eh, he had his tank top underneath. "Try and stop the bleeding or he'll never make it."
"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!"
"Where was Jon going. Left or right from here? Did you or the clown see?" Harvey was just trying to get some sense here. Jervis shook his head.
"He's stealin' my boy, Eddie." Joker slurred as he leaned forward suddenly and propped his head against Edward's shoulder.
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Best bet they had, all things considered. Thinking of Harley, Pamela did crouch down, focusing her powers to try and come up with something that would help stop the blood flow, at least. "If anything can survive in his blood." She was not that confident.
"Delite will be... He'll be fine, Joker, Scarecrow is still Jonathan, he'll take care of him. Let him go." Like he let him go. Here was hoping, anyway. "All right, someone has to stay with the Joker. We have to track down Jonathan, but we can't just let him bleed out."
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"I could very well offer a tool or two that could snare the beast... I just can't reach his head."
"Oooh, are we putting little hats on Jonny?" Joker asked as he pulled away from Edward and giggled. "I'm so into that plan. I wish I could stand just to do it."
"We ain't doing the fucking hat plan." Harvey insisted as he shoved Jervis towards the Joker. "Hold the shirt over his fucking wound and we'll circle back once we stop Jon." Otherwise they'd run out of time and he'd kill Bolton while they stood here. He looked at Edward, wanting to do right by him. "We gotta go, Eddie."
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Seemed like wise words to live by, for the moment. He headed down the hallway, next to Harvey, putting a hand on the back of his shirt. "Zsasz is right about your guns, you know?"
"Can you keep it in your pants for a moment, Edward?" Pamela felt that was a simple request. "Also, you are leading us away from the staircase!"
"True," Edward admitted, stopping by a staff door and breaking the lock quickly. He pushed open the door and then stepped forward, pushing a button. "We're taking the lift."
"Huh." More efficient, Victor liked that. "Could be an ambush up there."
"Then you stand by the door, tall, bald and scary." Edward failed to see the issue. "It will be fine."
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"Come on, let's get in. Really wish we had weapons or something."
Only Victor had a weapon. He was very muscly and Pamela had some very barbed and cutting comments to throw out there but otherwise, they were kind of unarmed. Him more than Pam. "So, Ed, you really think Pam can't like... seduce Jon? Cause-- I mean... is he full queer or is there some wiggle room?"
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"Not fair anyway," Victor muttered, standing toward the front.
"Aw, Victor. Don't be that way. I just like seeing that beatific smile of his."
Victor was pouting, but he didn't turn away from the door. Professional, Edward had to give him that.
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The lift dinged and the doors opened. It was quiet up here and fucking dark. Harvey couldn't see a thing out there and yet, here they were, exposed.
Only the light from the lift illuminated the room.
It could be a trap. He pushed Edward back behind him and spoke quietly. "Listen careful."
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Hard choice to make, all in all, but he was fairly confident that Jonathan would not want him dead, so maybe this was the best option. "Audere est facere. I hate myself."
He whispered that part, then pushed past Harvey quickly, calling out as soon as he was near the doors, cane at the ready. "Jonathan?! Scarecrow?!" Might as well go for it.
"Guess he really is crazy," Pamela commented drily.
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It was making him anxious. And he was pretty sure he and Ed were in the most danger there cause he didn't even know if Pamela could be chemically effected and... did Victor ever feel fear? He just seemed kinda meh about everything except killing.
Eyes glowed red in the dark and there was a hissing from the chemicals coming out of Jonathan's finger tips. He didn't come into the light, he stayed hiding, like some demonic boogieman.
"Hroo Hraa."
"... What does that mean?" Harvey whispered, hoping Pam knew.
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"You-- We're out in the open, you know you can't get a concentrated effect like that. Not on a windy day." Luckily, most days in Gotham were windy, at least up on a roof. Edward's reasoning was sound enough, but his voice definitely had more than a hint of panic to it. "Scarecrow! I just want to talk."
Victor did not appear affected, at least outwardly, his hand steady as he pointed his gun at Jonathan. "Give the word, Nygma."
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But there was no rationality any more. No logic.
"Gotcha though, didn't it? Anxious. Heart racing. Pupils dilating. It's a weak dosage. Build up immunity."
"Shoot him." Harvey urged, wishing Victor would just shoot his kneecap off. He saw the glint of the scythe and tensed. Fuck, he didn't want Ed to end up like the Joker.
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