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Dr. Jonathan Crane | Scarecrow (Batman) (here_to_help) wrote in prideview_nyc,
@ 2008-08-06 01:19:00

Entry tags:

harleen quinzel, jonathan crane

Who: Jonathan Crane and Harley Quinn
Where: A vaguely private meeting place
When: Now
Rating: TBD

He was taking a huge risk, even inviting disaster into his personal life simply by holding this meeting with Dr. Quinzel. Still, Jonathan Crane was more prone than ever to take risks after the attack on the Narrows. A man with little to lose rarely hesitates in putting it all on the line. So he had called Harleen Quinzel, agreeing to meet someone that was public (for cover) but not too public (for an entirely different type of cover). Nervously, he waited, mouth dry.

He wasn't afraid. Oh no. He was above such emotion. Fear controlled human psychology, but he was much better than that. So why did the persona of fear control him?

Except it didn't, no sir. He was his own man. Crazy, but determined to move on with his life. And besides, if he tried really hard most people didn't notice he wasn't all there.

What could possibly go wrong?

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diamonddoll
2008-08-20 11:57 pm UTC (link)

"Vodka martini, please," she said, keeping it simple. No need for an especially girly drink when she's trying to project a professional persona. Harley would have ordered a redheaded slut, especially if Ivy was around.

"He's not in the psych business," she said, "at least...not this end of it. You probably know him." It was a calculated risk, but she wanted Crane to trust her. She looked at her nails. "Mister J doesn't care what I do in my free time." Not entirely true. He might be a bit annoyed if he thought she was getting a life of her own. She was never sure, the way he ran hot and cold. "Oh, I know all about that. It's what makes you the ideal partner."

She smirked ever so slightly. "I like colorful reputations, Dr. Crane," she said with a shrug. "Monotone gets old." She was already enjoying this. "They aren't going to be looking for you, you know? It's like this is a whole different world."

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here_to_help
2008-08-21 12:24 am UTC (link)

He nodded, ordering her martini and a rum-and-coke for himself. He didn't bother with what he should be ordering at a business meeting. Straight liquor simply wasn't his style.

The name piqued his curiousity. If her employer wasn't at their end of the psych business? That obviously meant he was insane, probably criminal. "Oh? I don't think I know anyone that uses that moniker. Do you have any hint as to his identity, if I do know him?" In another person, his tone would have seemed as if he were teasing. He wasn't quite that light-hearted, and yet managed to pull off the sentence without sounding the least bit threatening.

He barely maintained his mask of normalcy at the last shock. "What do you mean, they won't be looking for me? All of Gotham was on a manhunt the last time I checked." He words were clipped, carefully obscuring the anxiety behind them. "We're in New York City, not some mythical world where everything is suddenly better."

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diamonddoll
2008-08-21 10:36 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't a matter of should so much as thinking there was a magical difference between "grown-up" drinks and not. In some ways, Harleen was still very young. Harley wouldn't have cared. She wondered when she'd started thinking of them, herself really, as separate people.

"Oh, you know him, Doc," she said with a smile. "You're a smart man." She was surprised it was taking him so long, what with how active her puddin had been. "He's not an easy man to forget, y'know. A real class act, Mister J. A regular joker really." Why yes, she was capable of subtlety. It wasn't that she was a stupid woman, she just didn't see the point of putting in the effort if she didn't have to.

"You haven't been paying much attention to the message boards, have you?" she asked. "People talking about a rift, showing up from the past and the future...or thinking so anyway. If you look it up? Gotham doesn't even exist." She felt a small thrill at knowing something he didn't. "Have to say, it's nice to have a clean slate."

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