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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 1, 2009 18:29:22 GMT -5
He hurts me cause he cares, he hurts me and it's all my fault -----------------------------------------------------------------
She deserved this. He was right to hurt her, he was right to be angry. She accepted the full force of his body pushing hers into the wall, tiny pieces of ceiling tile falling into her hair upon the rough impact. She felt as if all the air in the room had been previously sucked up, her head numbing as it crashed into the cement layer behind the the building's dry wall and for a moment she lost her vision, turning her head away from his, her eyes closing momentarily, only to feel the force of his hand pulling her back to face him. When she opened them again, she only saw the cruel, cold spheres that had replaced his normally calm, and playful eyes, and she tensed up, pushing against him with her arms, if only for a brief moment.
"I am ah, in control here, don't you see, hmmm? I could kill you right now, like I could have in any of our little meetings....but I didn't!"Her shoulders shrunk in and hands grew cold at the sound of his anger, and she was truly frightened for her life. But she deserved it. She knew the consequences of messing with a maniac's head, and heart, but she did it anyway. "..And this is how you repay me? It's not about our almost-sex, really. But you abandoning me, really. Rejecting me, running away."
"I know! I know! And I'm...I'm sorry Mistah Jay." She attempted to blink back the tears that had accumulated in her tear ducts, and found herself unable to do so, mascara creating ink black trails down her burning cheeks. The world spun around her, making her stomach churn and her head pound with anxiety. Still, there was something in her,some twisted little part of her that resided in the back of her mind that was almost enjoying the pain he had caused her. Like his anger meant that he cared. Like if she could make him this angry, she could make him equally as happy. But that part was drowned out by the noise of the white television static that was her need for survival.
"Here I thought you were different. What a joke that was, ha! ha! ha!"
"I am different! I am! I'm just so..." She let out a breath, choking a bit, and she reached slowly for her emergency button, which lay splayed and abandoned on a nearby desk. "I'm confused is all, Mistah Jay..."
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Post by Joker on Nov 1, 2009 19:23:06 GMT -5
MY CONFESSION.... I NEED AGGRESSION
Oh, he could nearly taste the fear coming off of her in bittersweet waves; filling his senses, and furthering his right of domination in the current situation. The smell of her salty tears caused him to giggle and shake his head -- what a girl thing to do! It was so typical, not that he could blame her for keeping some cliche traits of women. His hands on her face were keeping their place firmly, perhaps even strong enough to create tell-tale signs of bruises, without the nasty coloration. But she would feel them, nevertheless. Here she was, pleading her apology like some puppy that accidentally bit the hand that fed them; just wanting everything to go back to sunshine and smiles. There needed to be punishment, however. Of course he wasn't planning for it to be severe, until out of the corner of his eye the Joker caught movement.
She was reaching for the panic alarm!
A new wave of rage and disappointment washed over him, curdling his blood; pumping hostility into his thorax and beyond. "Confused, hm? Well, your HAND looks anything but confused, my dear!" He hissed, instantly grasping that straying hand, and cupping it with the other into one of his larger ones -- the extremity previous cradling her face was released, and he tugged her arms up over her head, just before roughly backhanding that pretty little face of hers; it was hard, it had to be in his mind. Why, she was trying to disrupt the hierarchy of things! Growling he tugged her off the wall, before flinging her over toward the table; uncaring if it was with enough force to break through the glass table, or not. Regardless the Joker would move to hover over her form, lips twisted into a sadistic smirk.
Unfortunately by this time the guards posted outside had definitely heard commotion, and were beginning to fumble with the door to get inside. Growling he reached down to snatch a handful of her bunned hair, forcing her to look at him from her position on the floor. "Never forget this lesson, little Harley-girl." No sooner then the words passed through his mouth, he was practically tackled by the guards and their bindings -- a new straight jacket wrapped around him like a secure present, as well as an extra belt or two. While most were aiding in escorting his laughing ass out, one stayed behind to help the disheveled Harley from her current position, and make sure there was no lasting physical damage.
"Don't worry, you won't see him again."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 1, 2009 19:44:08 GMT -5
She's a killer, She's a thriller
The feeling of his hand against her face and the ringing of her ears was almost as intoxicating as the feeling of his lips against hers. She took in a deep breath and allowed him to toss her across the room, shards of glass breaking her fall and her skin.
"Never forget this lesson, little Harley-girl."
With the sudden disruption of the outside world, Harley sat up. Oh, she saw the funny side now. A grin crossed her bloody and bruised face as the man she was in love with was escorted out of the room, armed guards pelting him around in front of her, obviously for her benefit, so that she could tell how each and every one of them would go up to bat against a murderer just for her. But that's where the punch line was! She didn't care about their macho attitudes, or their paychecks or their expensive colognes or that they spent all night dreaming of her! All she wanted was the clown to scoop her into his arms and kiss her and tell her that her apology was accepted!
HA HA HA.
GET IT?
"Don't worry, you won't see him again." A guard informed her as he helped her up, wobbling from the scars in her knees. She turned to face him, the smile still intact, the noise of her love's laughter echoing down the hallways.
"You really don't get it?" She retorted, a look of incredulous on her face. "That's where the joke is."
And with that, Harley Quinn burst into laughter, shrieking with the hilarity of it all, a laugh that matched the Joker's perfectly. |
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