A/N: You know the drill, people. Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, and The Dark Knight belongs to Christopher Nolan/Warner Bros./whoever owns it, I'm not really sure.
The Joker really wished he had a watch or some other kind of timepiece. It was really annoying him to sit here and not know how long it had been since Gordon had left. As a rule, he was generally quite good at time, but something about this situation just made his internal clock go on the fritz. It just wouldn't work.
Finally, after a time span of anywhere from twenty minutes to several hours, Gordon reentered the interrogation room. The Joker allowed the front legs of his chair to hit the ground again and released himself from the forcibly relaxed pose he had been leaning back in for the past…well, however long it had been.
"They're both safe at home, completely unharmed. I made sure of it this time," Gordon said, sighing wearily and sitting down on the other side of the table.
"That's nice," the Joker said in a bored tone of voice. He drummed his fingers against the table, eyes fixed on his godfather's.
"You've killed people," Gordon said bluntly.
"I know," the Joker said, shrugging casually.
"You've lied, cheated, murdered, and stolen," the Commissioner said.
"I know," the Joker said, eyes flashing somewhere between pride and annoyance.
"I can't let you go," Gordon said. "You're a criminal, however the hell that happened, and you're going to be locked up for the rest of your life, if not immediately put on death row."
The Joker barked out a laugh. "Death doesn't scare me, of all people. You should know, you—" He suddenly broke off, brow furrowing. "No. No, you weren't there, were you? I always thought you just couldn't be found, but you weren't dead, were you…?"
"What are you talking about?" Gordon asked slowly, all the while hoping that his former godson wasn't going to suddenly start spouting off something connected to magic.
The Joker waved a hand as though shooing away something. "That is not something that should be discussed here, my dear Commissioner. Perhaps I shall regale you the story someday. I assure you, it is quite the thrilling tale."
"Harry," Gordon started in a warning tone of voice.
"Don't call me that," the Joker hissed, eyes slitting in anger. "Your godson's dead, 'Gordon,' and he's not coming back!"
Gordon met his eyes with a measuring gaze, then nodded his head slightly. "Fine," he said heavily. "The Harry James Potter I knew would never have done these things."
"And the Sirius Orion Black I knew wouldn't be working with law enforcement," the Joker replied mockingly. "Seeing as how your past with officers has been less than stellar, eh, Snuffles?"
"That was a completely different situation and you know it," Gordon said stiffly. "You said a lot of people died. Who?"
The Joker stilled completely, face drawn tightly in a grimace of pain before he relaxed his expression and started tapping the table with his fingers again. "Well, one way to put it is that you're definitely the last Marauder now, Padfoot," he said.
Gordon bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit," he muttered. "Dammit. Remus is dead?"
"Mm," the Joker hummed. "So's the little rat, though. You'll be happy to know I'm the godfather of a Lupin now, though."
Gordon let out a slightly choked sound. "Remus had a kid? With who?"
"A certain pink-haired Auror named Nymphadora Tonks, which means Remus really was part of your family," the Joker grinned. Then he frowned very slightly. "I haven't seen Teddy in fourteen years. Andromeda's been taking care of him."
"And…" Gordon started out hesitantly. "Others?"
"Such as?" the Joker asked bitingly. "Tonks? Dead. Dumbledore? Dead. Mad-Eye? Dead. Cedric, Hermione, the Weasleys, the D.A., sixth years, seventh years, teachers and students alike? Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, DEAD!" he all but shrieked. "And you!"
He suddenly paused, quietly calming down.
"Why did you leave me?" the Joker asked quietly.
Gordon sighed, running fingers through his hair. "Harry, it's not that simple—"
"It's simple enough," the Joker said sharply, for the moment ignoring the use of his real name. "You left. You apparently could have come back, but you left."
"I had amnesia!" Gordon said, slightly louder than the man sitting across the table from him. "I had it for years! I couldn't remember anything past the day I woke up, and even now I know that there are pieces missing and I don't know how to get them back!"
"You ABANDONED ME!" the Joker shouted, standing up and shoving his chair back. "You come into my life after twelve years, you stick around for three, and then you leave again! Seventeen years, Sirius! Seventeen years I thought you were dead, just like everyone else!"
"I know," Gordon said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I should have come back. When I got my memories back, I should have checked. Believe me, Harry, I tried to keep up, to figure out what was going on with less than half of my memories, but it was so difficult to pull them up – I couldn't even remember you that clearly, however hard I tried—"
"Well you should have tried harder!" the Joker yelled. He stomped away from the table, clenching and unclenching his fists, and running fingers through his hair.
Just then, the door to the interrogation room opened. Gordon quickly stood and turned to face the person who had come in.
"So he's the Joker?" Harvey Dent asked levelly, glaring at the green-haired man's back.
"Harvey, what are you doing here?" Gordon muttered, cautiously taking his eyes off his godson. "You should be safe at home, not wandering around the city—"
"It's hardly wandering if I came straight here, now is it?" the D.A. replied coolly, his gaze not wavering for a second.
A low chuckle came from the Joker, and it slowly grew into an all out laugh as he turned around. "Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent," he said cheerfully. He assessed the man in front of him and his grin widened. "That was fun," he said. "But I knew you weren't him. You don't have the same…presence, I suppose you could say. And you're too…light." He strolled casually closer, pulling his chair back in place, plopping down into it and sticking his feet onto the table.
Harvey shot a look at Gordon that vaguely translated to somewhere between, "Is this guy for real?" and "He's seriously messed up in the mind, isn't he?" Gordon just shrugged helplessly in response.
"What," Harvey asked, in a fairly calm voice considering the circumstances, "exactly, were you trying to accomplish?"
"With what?" the Joker drawled out. "You can't just ask such broad things. Do you mean tonight, in this town, or in existing?"
Harvey barely refrained from either twitching in annoyance or giving into the very strong temptation to punch this man.
"Any will do," he said, determined to get answers from the sick bastard.
"How much do you want to bet that this room is bugged by the Batman?" the Joker questioned conversationally, his emerald eyes roving around the room.
"That's not relevant to the questions being asked," Gordon said.
"Don't tell me you actually think he's left the room clean, Gordon," the Joker countered, smirking slightly. "I highly doubt that. C'mon, a few dollars for old time's sake—"
"Enough!" Harvey interrupted, though he was definitely interested in whatever the Joker was talking about. Jim Gordon's record had been clean when Harvey had looked at in during his work at IA, but now it looked as though he would have to go back through it. "Answer the questions being asked."
The Joker shrugged. "All right. But only because I honestly have nothing else to do…mustn't give out secrets to just anyone, right, Padfoot?"
Gordon winced. Harvey tacked the sentence onto a new board compiled of things he would have to investigate about Gordon, however much he may like the new Commissioner, both as a man and a cop.
The Joker hummed to himself before dropping his feet from the table and leaning forward in an almost conspiratorial pose. "Tonight, I suppose you could say, was just a little…experiment? I don't do plans, as they seem to have a nasty habit of backfiring or just messing up terribly, but if I had gotten you lot to waste enough time here, then either boom, or yeah, your 'friends' would've had to choose. And even in the latter case, if they didn't move fast enough…" the Joker trailed off, lifting his eyebrows. "Well, I'm sure you could guess what would have happened, hm?"
He chuckled lowly. Harvey tensed at the reminder of exactly how close he and Rachel had brushed Death this night. Gordon just looked at the Joker with dismay and something like guilt in his eyes.
"In this town, you have a mob to bother, banks to rob, a giant business to possibly screw with at some later date, and a vigilante to duel with. Really, what more could you ask for? As for existence…" his gaze flicked over to Gordon. "I was marked down to have my life include or end in murder since the moment I was born. As that problem has already been resolved, I'm not quite sure how to answer this question."
Gordon closed his eyes. Obviously he had known of the prophecy before falling through the Veil, and retained some, if not all, knowledge of it now. The Joker was not pleased by this.
Harvey just blinked and then gave a hard stare to the man, who took it without a twitch. Yes, without a doubt there was definitely something screwy in his head there…
'Oh, damn,' the D.A. thought to himself. 'He better not get off by pleading insane. It would probably actually work.' Harvey also frowned at the existence remark. What kind of family would subject their child to such a thing?
"Harvey," Gordon said softly, snapping him from his thoughts. "It's late. You've been shot at, kidnapped, and almost blown up. You've got to be dead on your feet. Go home, rest, and let me take care of this here. You can come by again in the morning."
"Gordon—" Harvey immediately started to protest, but stopped under the level look he was receiving from the Commissioner. "Fine," he muttered angrily, though secretly he was looking forward to getting some sleep after the day he'd had. "Come with me. There are some things we need to talk about."
The Commissioner, who had already started moving back towards the table where the green-haired man sat, stopped, and then turned to follow Harvey out of the interrogation room.
Just before the door closed, the Joker called out mockingly, "Sweet dreams!"
A/N: As you can obviously see, I'm continuing this. And it only took 11 days to get the new chapter out! (And that was only partly sarcasm on my part! Yay!) Hopefully all the chapters will range from somewhere in between this length and longer, but not shorter. I was tempted to have Har-sorry, the Joker, start spouting off the Tale of the Three Brothers, but then I decided against it and inserted Gordon's line of hoping the Joker wouldn't go about talking of magic.
About the OOCness: they're all acting completely OOC, but in my defense it's really hard to combine two personalities like this, especially since I've been adding in a mixed background that definitely differs from canon in both works. Sorry if you don't like it, but I kinda like how they're all acting. However, that being said, I will most definitely take comments on how to make their characters more IC if you truly want me to.
Umm...that's really all I have to say? I'm sorry it's kinda short and there wasn't much...info gathering, connecting, Harvey!interrogation, etc. I'll work on it, kay?