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[Harley Quinn]

And the riot squads, they’re restless

Harley was over the moon; oh, the night had started out so well, and only promised to get better. She fastened her hands on the wheel of her father's prized 1957 cherry red Thunderbird, a vehicle she had ah...borrowed...from him the previous night, and had no intention of returning. After all, when you can't even breathe, how do you expect to be able to drive? No. It would be put to far better use with her.

"Oh! I almost forgot, puddin'." She said, before starting the engine, pulling her light frame over the head of the chair, digging in the back seat, passed the blow torches, axes and hammers from the previous night's excursion and plopped a medium-sized carboard into the Joker's lap. Tucked away inside the box were the dry-cleaned version of the outfit he had been wearing just before he had been locked up, and at least twenty or so knives that had been confiscated in the past year."Found it the other night in the record's room. I guess they must've been keeping it, y'know for when ya got out."

She smiled a smug little smile, confidant she had thought of everything he could ask for. She wanted the night to be perfect and she had slaved over every detail; the car, the weapons, anything he wanted, she wanted him to have. She wanted to prove to him that she was worth his affections. She wanted him to love her back.

Harley placed the key in the ignition, revving up the engine and soon they were off. Harley felt as if her heart was taking a bubble bath; oh it was perfect. Just her, and her puddin' all alone, it was the two against the world and she couldn't have possibly been happier.

"So, Mistah Jay" She said with a smile, "Where to?"

[Joker]

IT'S TIME FOR THE FUN TO BEGIN

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"Why, you clever little minx! He gushed, awarded with all of the lovely stuff she managed to get a hold on; affectionatelly rubbing one of his knives, before eying his beloved outfit -- made by stolen money, one of the only real uses he had for so much!. But it paid off, and the Joker loved it to bits. Besides, nowadays there weren't many tailors willing to work with a sociopath. It was a damn shame, too. Looking between her and his clothes, he simply smirked lightly, and appeared thoughtful. "Ya don't mind, do you, dollface?" As he spoke, hads went to pick of the buttons of his inmate shirt (the very ones she had been messing with the day before) and effectively shrugged out of the rough material.

Slipping into the purple-hexagon shirt with ease, then the vest and tie. Hummingly a little to himself, he shimmied from the starchy pants, swapping them for his pinstripe ones. Thankfully, they allowed him to keep his socks and shoes; though it was sans that hidden knife...
For the moment he left the purple coat off, simply relaxing into his own clothing for the first time in over a month; it was nice to feel the silk over the hard cotten, for once. Leaning back into the seat he smiled genuinely, more giddy now that he felt more like himself -- without make up, yes, but that was only a minor setback. They would still know. "Mmm, I'm uh, think we go somewhere with wide, open spaces."

[Harley Quinn]

"Not at all, puddin'"

It took nearly all of the self-control Harley had left to keep her eyes on the road. Beneath the thick coat of white paint on her face, she could feel her cheeks reddening. She couldn't help but be glad for the makeup; she never felt more foolish than when he -or anyone else for that matter- saw her blush. There was something in her that made her feel like she had to be invulnerable to any sort of human emotion. Maybe it was just the villain in her, maybe it was the snob in her. Whatever it was, it didn't stop her from stealing a few glances. After all, she was only human.

"Oh!" She mentally kicked herself herself, and sighed just a bit at the sudden realization that she had forgot one of the most important elements of her puddin's unique look; the makeup. Her heart sunk deep into her chest, a tiny little sigh expelling from her lips. And she'd wanted the night to be perfect. "I'm sorry, Mistah Jay. It just slipped my mind...I guess I can just getcha some tomorrow morning...?"

She inched her foot on the gas, speeding up on the vacant back roads of Gotham, the cool wind whipping her face stinging the bruises he had given her the previous night. She ignored the twinge of pain, driving faster, the engine of the old machine roaring as.

"Well, the park is just around the corner if that sounds good to you..." She smiled half-heartedly, turning the wheel towards the fence at the end of the road. At least she could get this right, eh?

[Joker]

"I'm sorry, Mistah Jay. It just slipped my mind...I guess I can just getcha some tomorrow morning...?"

Although he felt a sense of nakedness without his makeup, for what he had planned for the first night out, didn't require it. But the fact that she was apologizing, when he should thanking her for getting him out of that shithole, made a fit of giggles to rumble through his chest. Unable to resist, he leaned over from his seat to place a nice, big, sloppy kiss along her cheek, even making a few squishy noises. It wasn't all that uncharactertistic, given his cheery mood; might as well embrace it while it lasted, eh? "Don't worry, pooh," He cooed from his seat, enjoying the way the scenery passed by through the window, rather then a television screen; a gloved hand gently flicking over her ear, before he sat on the edge of his seat, like some giddy child.

"Oh, yes that's perfect!" Joker growled in his joy, bearly able to contain just how badly he needed to hear screams; even if there was no blood involved. With any luck, he'd be able to put Harley to test tonight with Bats, to see if she'd really be a good, long-term asset on his team. No time like the present for secret try-outs! A huge smile peeled across his face, accentating the healed scars along his uneven cheeks, gaze flickering from Harley to the world outside of the car -- why, it had been far too long since he had a night on the town for pure fun, without a goal. There was never really a plan, but more so a wanted outcome; kill a police officer, duel with Bats, ect. All he wanted to do, was have fun hell-of-a time.

[Harley Quinn]

you don't know how lovely you are

Harley lit up like a Christmas tree as the kiss planted itself on her cheekbone, even letting out a tiny squeak. It had been so long since she had any fun at all. So many years, even as a child she had been working for something. So many wasted minutes, hours, years even slaving over the minute details of her life in order to accomplish goals that, in all honesty, weren't even things she was passionate about. With the Joker, she knew, at least she would be able to have some fun. She loved the way his gloves felt on her skin, simply knowing that it was his hand and she was reminded with the light touch to her ear. She squirmed a little bit at the tickle it caused, going down her neck, creating goosebumps on her arms and she let out a little giggle.

As she turned the wheel, double parking in a handicapped space near the park, she knew she had made the right decision. She stayed seated for a moment before exiting the car, her gaze focused on the madman sitting next to her.

"Tonight's gonna be fun, I can tell." She smiled and kissed him twice before grabbing her sledgehammer from between them and slamming the car's door shut.

[Joker]

CLOWNPRINCEOFCRIME

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Joker wasn't all about this lovely-dovey shit that was going down, but figured for the moment, it'd be good to just play along; and then once this date was over, allow his newest recruit to see his real colors. He didn't respond to her kisses, but allowed them to occur, before he too stepping out of the car, donning hidden knives everywhere. It made him sigh in relief, his friends haven't been used in a while....exceedingly too long, in his eyes. Haphazardly closing the car door shut, he reveled in the feel of the air against his hair, and blowing through his coat. Walking over to the front of the car, he held out his arm, like an escort to some kind of ball -- which in a way, it was; just not the typical kind. "C'mere, Harley-girl. I think it's time those fortunate enough to go to sleep without worries, finally have something to keep them up at night." He cooed into her ear, pulling her close once she'd come; because he knew she would.

Already he could see some stray people stare at them, and pick of the pace of their 'relaxing' strides. Placing a content smile on his face, Joker led her through the entrance of the park, taking deep breathes of the fresh air. "OH, this is sooooo much better then that puh-thetic room in Arkham." Without worry, his words were made loud enough, though not too obnoxious. He actually wanted a nice stroll, before anything had a chance to be interrupted by Bat-brains or the silly police. Long legs easily ate up the distance, gaze flickering to the people playing in the park with their dogs, or lovebirds romantically placed on the benches -- which made sense, considering it was starting to get darker. Head tilted to the lovely little blonde by his side, and veered toward one of the nicer benches, with a nice lampost beginning to flicker to the side.

"Uh, ex-cuse meee," Joker drawled out, upon getting closer to the now terrified and frozen duo. His smile widened, gloved fingers easily twining with Harley's smaller fingers, head cocked to the side as he regarded them. "But would you be so kind as to get the fuck up, hmmm?" They practically tripped, trying to get up and out of the park so fast, that it caused him to roll into a fit of classic giggles, and moved to take a nice seat on the bench, offering playful little tugs for her to follow; and preferrably, be nice and close. "C'mon, my dear harlequin."





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[Harley Quinn]

And the devil is laughing at us

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Harley knew nothing of chivalry; she had always been the girl to choose what happened in the relationship. She remembered her past boyfriends, all big men, muscular and strong. Dangerous. Or what she at the time thought dangerous looked like (she would later find out that dangerous what not bulky and muscular; dangerous was slim and tall with a scared face). She remembered their friends when she would walk past with them, usually holding her bags, walking her dogs or wearing what she had picked out for them to wear; how they would snigger and whisper the word "whipped" and she would smile inwardly, smug at her conquest. The manner in which she stripped these men of their dignity among their friends. She felt...powerful.

But when she took the Joker's arm, wrapping his in hers like an old-fashioned movie couple, that source of power she had felt didn't matter anymore. When she took his arm she didn't feel dominant; she felt like a lady, and she loved it. Harley placed her head on his shoulder, leaning into him, completely content with letting him take the lead.

"OH, this is sooooo much better then that puh-thetic room in Arkham."

She laughed at the people who gawked. Like they knew something bad was coming, but they didn't have enough intelligence to move. She picked a man and stared him straight in the eyes as her giggles continued, giving him a little wave as he trembled and turned in the opposite direction. Maybe their relationship had taken away one type of power; but it certainly had given her another one.

"Agreed. They really should shut down the place." Her fingers ran through her long hair, pulling it away from her eyes. "Notta doctor there anymore who isn't dishonest. It's kinda pitiful actually..."

When they had stopped, the spot he had picked out was perfectly quaint; like something from a postcard, and they way he had relieved it of it's population was admirable, at least to her. She sat down next to him, smiling at his playfulness. Her body pulled it's self closer to him, hardly even noticing the movement, their fingers still entangled. She placed her head down just beneath his shoulder, exhailing a little sigh of contentment.

"So puddin', did you ever think you'd see me again?" She looked hopeful as the words met air,her curiosity becoming too much to hold back any longer .

[Joker]

CLOWNPRINCEOFCRIME

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"Notta doctor there anymore who isn't dishonest. It's kinda pitiful actually..."

Joker grinned, giving her a little pat on the head, and giggled. "Quite right, pooh." His eyes watching each movement she made like a hawk, notincing how she moved closer -- though assuming it was done because she wanted to be nearer; which was just fine and dandy with him. His other hand lazily looped over one of her shoulders, body easily shifted to accomidate her smaller frame, and still remain perfectly comfortable upon the polished wooden bench. For a moment he was far too fascinated by the flickering lamp-post, nearly missing what she begun to say.

"So puddin', did you ever think you'd see me again?"

He broke out into a wide grin, nearly contemplating whether or not to let her in on his little 'secret', but in the end, it was simply too rich to pass up. Gaze flickered over his woman, and he nodded. " Oh yes, Harls. I had been planning to ditch the looney bin within a couple of days anyway, and would've made a lovely house call -- to keep up with our...exhilerating sessions." He teased ever so slightly in a growling voice, allowing his grip on her fingers to get tighter; showing beginning signs of possessiveness, as well as releasing some extra energy that just need some kind of outlet. "Who knows, we may have even finished what we started a few days ago, hmmm?" Joker purred suggestively, while keeping an ear out for either Bats, or some other law-abiding lackey.

As much as he enjoyed Harley's company, he couldn't simply allow her to join the team without giving her some kind of...test. He wanted her more then some kind of pet, he wandered her to be by his side, day and night, creating chaos.


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[Harley Quinn]

the odds are always against me

As much as Joker wished to test Harley, she desperately desired the chance to prove herself to him. With a dazzling smile on her blood-painted lips, Harley knew what she wanted; she wanted him to know that she was worth the effort he had put into her dishevelment, she wanted him to know that she was different from the rest of his team. But more than anything she wanted him to know that without her, he would never be the same.

When his hand was placed on her shoulder, it was nearly instinctive for her to put her own hand on top of his, noting the simplest changes in his expression as he watched the flickering of the lamppost, in attempts to remember every little light of thought he possessed.

" Oh yes, Harls. I had been planning to ditch the looney bin within a couple of days anyway, and would've made a lovely house call -- to keep up with our...exhilerating sessions."

She grinned at his teasing, a little chuckle escaping her lips as his clasp strengthened, taking his gesture as a sign of affection, though something deep inside suggested it was something different.

"Well, who's to say we can't still finish it?" Harley responded, her voice light with a subtle salaciousness as she placed her head carefully on his shoulder.

[Joker]

Nodded a bit frantically, petting her head like some kind of dog, evening humming in his content pleasure. However those old Joker nerves came bubbling back to the service, causing heavy anxiety and the need to see someone, anyone really, bleed. While exhaling a large yawn he suddenly sat up right, and shook his shoulders -- not even casting a little glance at Harley, who could've fallen or not. Breathing in a big breathe of air he cackled, and reached into his pockets, pulling out one of his favorite knives, and waved it around for accentuating what he was about to say.

"I, uh, think it's time you begun to show me just how...badly you want to be with me," Joker crooned, a further step in his manipulating of little Harley, getting her to show that killer deep down inside, that he was dying to get a peek at. He caressed the blade with a gloved hand lovingly, looking at those in the park that were either too oblivious or stupid enough to remain; like little target-practice dummies ripe for the picking. "Can't have someone who doesn't wanna paint the town red, hmmm, cupcake? Oh no no no, we cannot have that -- and I really don't wanna be wrong about you. It doesn't leave a nice alternative!" He giggled, and would reach out with an arm to snatch her own arm, and roughly pull her to him, and his mouth; leaving what could potentially be described as a passionate kiss, if only to further coax her to the act.

"Now, go make Daddy proud."

[Harley Quinn]

must've stabbed him fifty fucking times i can't believe it.

"Anything you want Mistah Jay."

With her eyes dripping with a message of disastrous intents, Harley found herself nearly skipping down the narrow sidewalk that lead through the park, her heart pounding with a sudden rush of adrenalyn and her head still giddy from the kiss.

Oh, sure, she could just kill anyone, for no reason at all, but that wouldn't make sense. Killing with no rhyme or reason wouldn't be good enough in her head. She wanted to make her first kill for the Joker a masterpiece; a work of art. Something she could be proud of. Her hair and skirt flew back as she ran, the near-white shade of her curls shining in the moonlight, watching the faces of every person she passed until suddenly she found herself at a dead stop.

Oh this would be perfect. She watched the couple on the bench, their smiles big and wide, oozing affection for each other. They were in love, it was obvious...and she just...wanted to see what would happen...

"Y'know, you two are just too cute." She started, leaning herself against a nearby tree. She made sure to keep her face hidden in the shadows, a mask of innocence in her voice. "What are your names?"

"I'm Jack and this is my wife, Lilly." The man beamed from his place, squeezing onto his lady's shoulder.

"Well, Jack, and Lilly, congratulations." She grinned, her voice shaking. "I have a little erm...I guess you could call it a...an experiment, and you would be perfect for it."

And with that, she tossed the man a gun.

"Shoot her, and I'll let you live." Her voice suddenly turned dark as she stepped into the light, her own gun at hand, exposing the grin on her face. "Or you're both dead. And I can promise you they won't pleasant deaths."

She giggled a bit and shot at the bench, narrowly missing the man's shoulder as she did so, just to show the severity of the situation.

"DIDN'T YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? SHOOT HER."

It took him just thirty seconds to pull the trigger.

"How fucking stupid can you get." She giggled, "There aren't any bullets."

She almost felt sorry for the woman as she cried and blubbered. In fact, she felt so sorry for her that she decided to break her promise with a swift sledgehammer to the head. She pulled the smaller woman by her hair with force that was surprising for a woman of Harley's stature and tossed her to the floor, a hysteric sort of laughter filling the air, though Harley had no idea that it was her own. Harley wasn't sure how many times she had stabbed the woman with a knife she pulled from her breast pocket, or how deep she had gone but when she was finished, the damage was severe.


She staggered her way up, tripping a bit as she did so, intoxicated from the feeling of blood on her skin, watching as the man ran from her, laughing just a little as she stepped on the dead woman's back, leaping over her head, sledgehammer still at hand as she bound into a brisk sprint.

"Jaaackk..." She called, giggles in her voice, like it was a school yard game. "I'm gonna get you...I'm gonna get you.."

It took a matter of minutes for Harley to catch up with the man, near the bench where she had left the Joker, jumping and landing on his back, allowing his face to skid slowly across the asphalt. Her giggles continued when she flipped him over, her mouth widening with a grin and the hilarity of the situation, and she pierced his skin, dragging her knife slowly down his chest and into his stomach, the process speeding up with her excitement. She turned for a moment, spitting the mans blood at a very frightened elderly woman who was making her way towards the exit, and she laughed at the shock on the woman's face and breathed in, stopping only when she had cut into his flesh, organs exposed and ruined.

[Joker]

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"Anything you want Mistah Jay."

Oh yeah, he had her wrapped around his finger.

Whatever the Joker had expected her to do, didn't quite....match up to what she had actually done -- and that, was a damn good. He watched with interest, twirling the blade between his fingers, dark eyes glued to her movements, and the victim's expressions. Of course when it was known that the man would've shot his wife, though no bullets were present, he started chuckling. It only increased into the infamous, creepy laugh as things progressed, especially when dear Harley nearly tripped! But when she jumped onto the fleeing mans back and practically gutted him like a fish, he was in utter delerious fits of laughter; doubling over and clutching his own gut, and staggered his way over to her, which really was a short distance, unphased by the gory scene. If anything, it just made it more mirthful.


"Harley, you are a clever little mix!" He howled, and once she was finished with her horrific work of art, would -- no matter how much blood was on her, that would no doubt get on him -- sweep her up into his arms, bridal style, and twirl; like they were some happy just-married couple. "Far more creative and entertaining then any man I'd ever hired," Joker cooed, his blade pressed against her flesh on the side, showing that at least for a good while (lest something unfortunate occurs) he didn't have the intention to kill her. It was like his own brand of life-insurance, though it hardly covered bruises and accidents, but hey, it was better then nothing.

"Killing is a good color on you, babe," He purred encouragingly, before allowing her out of his grasp, with some roughness -- not intenting to baby the woman into submission. "I can't wait to see what you do, when the big bad Bat comes out to play."

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[Harley Quinn]

Truth be told, Harley loved the feeling of blood on her hands. She loved it in her hair and between her toes and she couldn't be more thankful to the Joker for giving her the opportunity to realize it. And what better way to show her gratitude than do anything she could to please him?

"Harley, you are a clever little minx!" He said through his laughs.

"Well, thank ya, puddin'." She smirked, stretching up into the sky, with her ruby-splattered arms, yawning as if she were bored with an every day task, even though her heart still pounded in her ears. Her knees buckled and her shoulders tensed when he pulled her into the air, for a moment unsure of his intentions, the vision of him throwing her across that room in Arkham reappearing like a bad dream. She relaxed slowly as he twirled her around, smiling once again once she was almost sure (she was never fully sure with him) that he would not harm her just yet.

"Far more creative and entertaining then any man I'd ever hired."

His remarks flattered her, to an extent. She knew she was good. She had always been a fast learner, always found it easy to excel at anything she put her mind to. But still, because she so desperately wished for him to show her affection, his compliments brought blush to her cheeks.

"Well, apparently you haven't hired men with enough initiative. Work is always done better when one is..." She searched her head for the right word,, shrugging her shoulders for emphasis "...passionate about it, I suppose you could say...and this certainly interests me."


"I can't wait to see what you do, when the big bad Bat comes out to play."

Harley smiled, a million thoughts of what could happen if she got her hands on him. Oh, it was sure to be a challenge. But she was confidant it was a challenge she was up for.

"Oh, that sounds like it would be tons fun."

[Bruce Wayne]

every time the moon shines
i become alive;;

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When Bruce Wayne had been listening to the Police radio, he had only been half listening as he enjoyed the day to day activities of a seemingly normal life. Naturally, he thought he had been mistaken; after all, the voice was panicked and had uttered the word "Joker" through several hyperventilating breaths. He had almost laughed even. There was no way in hell the Joker could have escaped, he had made sure of it himself. It was obviously some misguided teenager prank calling the police department, a good waste of time for the poor operator who had accepted the call, and a good laugh for the kid who obviously had nothing better to do. It was almost enough for Bruce to turn the blasted thing off, he had even reached for the power switch when something stopped him dead in his tracks; through the phone, behind the cries and blubbers of whoever had placed the call was that laugh. It was psychotic, echoing and it could only mean one thing.

The world felt as if it had slowed down as he listened to the woman on the other side of the phone screaming, a blood curdling scream that mingled in his ears with not one laugh but two. Bruce felt the way one could only describe as an emotion that meant something was very, very wrong. Lives were at stake here, it was quite obvious, and the responsibility of his past settled down quickly in it's old place on his shoulders.

"Sir?" the thick British accent brought him back to the current predicament, coughing to overcome the shock.

"Alfred, I need to step out for a moment." was the response that Bruce spoke, the stoic and serious nature of batman returning quickly, as was his way. Mere moments later, with adrenalin pumping through his veins, Bruce found himself putting on the suit once again, off to protect the city he had already saved countless times from a dangerous, murdering psychopath.

He could hardly remember how he got there, to be honest. It was an involuntary action, much like breathing that had steered him in the direction of the park that had been mentioned on the radio and now he stood in the shadows of a large oak on the grounds, simply listening to the noises that surrounded him. A combination of the darkness and the solitary noise of laughter would be eerie enough to turn anyone else back. But the batman had a duty, a responsibility to the city; the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

With a stealth that could only exist with the creature in which he derived his name, batman kept to the shadows, lurking in the same place for only moments until he came across the first body. His stomach sank deep at the memories of the woman screaming in the background of the phone. If he had acted just moments quicker, maybe he could have been able to save her from her fate at the Joker's hands, he assumed.

He put away his emotions for a moment; this was not the time for remorse. There was always later for that. Now was the time to catch this bastard, though he knew it simply couldn't be that easy.

[Joker]

we will be kings & queens, i promise

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"My, my, my, Harley-girl -- you are a woman after my own heart!"


His croon echoed within a second thought, reveling in the imaginative deliciousness of his ex-psychiatrist tearing apart ol' Batsy. It was like a buffet for his mind; the things they could accomplish together, whether or not he decided to keep her for a long while didn't matter. Look at what he did, under his direct 'command' so-to-speak, for less then an two hours! It was sickly beautiful. At this point things seemed to be exceedly good for dear Daddy Joker -- having a twisted woman by his side, willingly, a nice bloody show before his eyes, and the weather was rather marvelous, too. 'Cause even sociopaths liked when the weather wasn't too hot or too cold.

The choir of screams and shouts were too amazing to ignore, and thus, he gave a little bow and held out his hand; like some upstanding gentlemen might do, though he was anything but that. "How about a dance, in this lovely chaos?" He cooed, more then sure she would accept; and well, if she didn't, Joker would just have to make her see things his way, and enjoy herself. They seemed to have the perfect spot, with those inhabitants of the park running around them, tripping over Harley's victims only to scream twice as loud. It was more then just hilarious, and a permanent smile was etched into his scarred facade -- showing his jolly, if only masochistic, current mindset.

"Afterall, we seem to be the only sane ones here!" A casual nod to those crashing into eachother, trees, benches, and other objects in the way, if only to put more distance between themselves, and the dangerous duo.

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