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capeandcowllogs2012-07-11 05:59 pm
indentcision) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-07-11 05:59 pm
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I can't decide whether you should live or die
WHO: TWO-FACE and BATMAN
WHERE: Queens
WHEN: Thursday, 12th
WARNINGS: Violence!
SUMMARY: Now that he's back in bisected suits, Two-Face goes on the offensive.
FORMAT: Para to start... then whatever!
Everything had fallen apart. It had been over in mere seconds -- one second Harvey had been defending himself in court, feeling confident if not tense -- and then the next something in his mind had snapped. Matt defending that Romanov woman when Harvey knew she was guilty, Matt, of all people--
Harvey had known he shouldn't trust him, Matt wasn't on his side, but it was the straw that broke his back. Harvey Dent had been shoved aside and let Two-Face fight his fight for him. He was tired of defending his own honor. Two-Face was much more effective at it. Since then, he had spent the last few days wandering the alleyways of his old territories, finding his old warehouses with his old clothes and weapons. Together again, he'd think. The mask was gone; it was over. He'd lost.
His old weapons felt natural in his hands. Now that he had nothing to protect or lose anymore, he got used to the idea that he could do whatever he had to to whomever decided to pursue him. His hand shook, palm sweating, when he held his coin again; natural, again, and flipping it was almost deliriously pleasant -- a compulsion that had gone unfilled for months and months that was as important as breathing. Bad heads: he was on the offensive. He stalked out down an alley, looking for the fight before it came looking for him. Two-Face sneered; this was long overdue.
WHERE: Queens
WHEN: Thursday, 12th
WARNINGS: Violence!
SUMMARY: Now that he's back in bisected suits, Two-Face goes on the offensive.
FORMAT: Para to start... then whatever!
Everything had fallen apart. It had been over in mere seconds -- one second Harvey had been defending himself in court, feeling confident if not tense -- and then the next something in his mind had snapped. Matt defending that Romanov woman when Harvey knew she was guilty, Matt, of all people--
Harvey had known he shouldn't trust him, Matt wasn't on his side, but it was the straw that broke his back. Harvey Dent had been shoved aside and let Two-Face fight his fight for him. He was tired of defending his own honor. Two-Face was much more effective at it. Since then, he had spent the last few days wandering the alleyways of his old territories, finding his old warehouses with his old clothes and weapons. Together again, he'd think. The mask was gone; it was over. He'd lost.
His old weapons felt natural in his hands. Now that he had nothing to protect or lose anymore, he got used to the idea that he could do whatever he had to to whomever decided to pursue him. His hand shook, palm sweating, when he held his coin again; natural, again, and flipping it was almost deliriously pleasant -- a compulsion that had gone unfilled for months and months that was as important as breathing. Bad heads: he was on the offensive. He stalked out down an alley, looking for the fight before it came looking for him. Two-Face sneered; this was long overdue.