don't turn out the lights;

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WHO: HARVEY DENT, TOPHER BRINK, WHISKEY, MATT MURDOCK/DAREDEVIL, and VIC SAGE/THE QUESTION.
WHERE: Second Home Hotel.
WHEN: 2/2/11, a bit before 2 PM and onward.
WARNINGS: Violence and death.
SUMMARY: Two-Face makes good on his Mad-Libs and kidnaps four unfortunate victims. Only two will leave! And then other stuff.
FORMAT: Whatever's easiest; para to start, then quickpara?


The room was sparse, secluded; essentially perfect for Two-Face's purposes. He'd set up the chairs in pairs, two on each side of the room, the two men he'd kidnapped on one side, the two women on the other.

He liked the illusion of symmetry.

On the bed in the center lay a large stone he'd procured from Central Park, along with a sharpened stick, painted black. One by one he ticked things off; it was much easier to plan this way, fill-in-the-blank details. He tossed the book aside, not needing it any longer. The stage was already all set.

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Taking a step back, Two-Face's back pressed against the wall when the Question charged him. There was a gun in his coat, but he didn't reach for it yet. Instead he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing over the other man's shoulder at his handiwork. He raised his eyebrow.

"Can you not see it?" He asked, with a touch of sincerity, but also a touch of derision.

"I know that he can't appreciate the symmetry," he paused, speaking about Matt, "but I think it played out successfully. I wanted it to be perfect. Remind everyone that not everything can be justice. My trial was justice. Some people may disagree with me, but maybe they just aren't looking at it with the right eyes."

He dropped the bloody stick, eyes drifting to the dead woman for a moment, then to her friend. "This wasn't justice at all. There's a difference. I think people forget that I'm capable of telling what that it. Maybe Frank and Whiskey deserved to die. Maybe not. I don't know." He looked over at Topher. "No hard feelings."

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Vic loomed toward him, balling his fists so tightly he could feel his nails through the gloves. "Don't talk to me about symmetry, about justice! Are these people's lives nothing but a GAME to you?!" He didn't even hesitate to take the swing.

[guardiandevil]

Matt could appreciate the symmetry, the same way he could appreciate the bullshit about justice and the right eyes and all of it. He'd heard those speeches before, from people just as insane but not quite as messy as Harvey Dent. This wasn't his first time being faced with murder for the sake of some twisted demonstration, and while inwardly he was horrified, he still had a job to do.

"No more fun and games, Harvey." His voice was as emotionless as he could make it, definitely not the voice of Murdock the lawyer. It was unmistakably the tone of Daredevil. "It's all about justice now."

Ignoring Topher and Margery and the corpses in the chairs beside him -- he would be grieving and angsting and obsessing over them later -- he readjusted his grip on his cane, twisting it to reveal the tidy little clubs and cable stored inside. His unfamiliar ally could get a few punches in, Matt didn't care. The carnage in the room was already done. The sole blessings of this scenario were two living witnesses.

[amoral_savior]

Blessing? No, that wasn't right. Like everything about this day it was wrong.

Topher held onto Whiskey, whispering to her that everything would be alright once they got to the chair. She would be alright, and maybe he would too. There was a back up in his office; a back up that never experienced this day.

Normally the idea of tweaking his own memories was just not up for discussion, but today he would make an exception. Of course then he would forget Whiskey and would forget that this was all his fault. Did he deserve to forget that? No.

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The punch hit him hard, making him smack the wall and slump, just slightly. Harvey's eye narrowed, though Two-Face's was still large and stared forward with its milky pupil. He looked at Topher again, then back at the Question, almost disrespectfully.

"Sometimes. Just as much as anyone's life is a game. Don't you know sometimes fate is just a gamble anyway? There's good luck and bad luck, no in between." He gestured with a hand, still not withdrawing his gun. "Speaking of which, you should untie the poor boy."

His eye darted, eyebrow low and calm, and then Harvey spoke again.

"What now, Murdock?"

[nottheanswers]

"It wasn't fate that did this to them, Dent," he shouted, throwing a hand back toward Whiskey without turning away from Harvey. "That was you!" He balled the fist and brought it back forward for another hit.

[guardiandevil]

"Enough," Matt said coolly, eyes narrowed behind his shades, hand slipping into his pocket and emerging a moment later with his phone. Between the shouting and the screaming and the broken glass and general noise output of the room, it was a wonder the cops hadn't already been called to the scene.

"You can save your justification and excuses for your trial, Dent. I'm sure a judge and jury would love to hear all about your point of view, but this isn't the time or place." He flipped open his phone and started to dial, speaking to the Question now, "Keep an eye that he doesn't go for the gun in his pocket. Last thing we need is another body in here."

sorry folks! CRAZY weekend

[amoral_savior]

Topher's eyes never left Whiskey. He had done this, all of this. His words.

It should have been him.






[[ooc: he's very shocky, so we can skip his tags since they're going to be fairly repetitive. I'm going on the assumption that he was eventually taken to the hospital to be treated for shock.]]

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"Fate always -- hhnnngh." His face whipped back again on impact, and he whipped his hand out to swipe back at the Question. His hand balled into a fist.

"He's making it the time and the place," he spat, sliding his other hand into his coat. This could have been easy. But no one ever seemed to want to learn from Harvey or Two-Face's lessons.

He rested his fingers around his gun, but then made a face of annoyance. He didn't draw it out, pulling out his coin first.

[nottheanswers]

He stepped to the side and caught the punch at the wrist, twisting it with him as he moved behind Harvey. Vic closed the hold with an arm around the neck, his thumb jammed under Harvey's jaw. "Take responsibility for once, Dent. You're the one who created this situation, not me and not fate. Just you. Everything after is consequence."

He put more pressure on Harvey's jaw as he hissed into his good ear. "Now drop the coin."

He spoke to Matt without looking away from Harvey. "He should have trouble going for it as long as he's in this position, if you want to come take it. But he hasn't flipped for that yet. Isn't that right, Dent?"