.|it's mad love|.

[Harley Quinn]

burn the bloodstains
off my party dress,
i’ll put it on again
and we’ll be two corpses dancing
on the ashes of our friends;;

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"That would be delightful actually"

With a swift curtsy to match his chivalry, the harlequin took his gloved hand in hers, blood-colored nails lightly scratching at the purple material then grasping shut as if she was afraid he would let go. She smiled with a light bite to her bottom lip. Even covered in the blood of two innocents she attempted to maintain the coy shyness of uncertainty. She hoped that it would make it seem like there was something about her that he had not yet left his mark on, something that remained untouched by the undying loyalty she had for him, though no such part existed. Perhaps, because it added an air of normality to the otherwise bizarre courtship -- and normality, at least in this department, was something Harley desperately craved.

A little giggle escaped her lips as she turned her attention to the crowd, ending with a smile.

"Well, that does seem to be the general affect you..and me too, I suppose, have on people."

She pulled herself with ease to her tiptoes, arms outstretched to find themselves snug around his neck. With a flutter of eyelashes, and a deep inhalation of the scent of the gasoline that had remained on his clothes, something about the relative closeness acted as a catalyst and Harley found herself drawn closer, her figure pressed without warning against his. Her facade of hesitation had disappeared with her inability to resist his touch. After all, since their last session it was all she had thought about. Besides, the Joker had been known to enjoy spontaneity, hadn't he?

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[Bruce Wayne]

Blessing in disguise,
I am not hiding who I am;
open your eyes

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It was common knowledge that the majority of people who hid behind masks (or in some cases, far too much make up) did so because they were plagued with serious and complicated cases of insanity. Bruce, however, was a rare exception. He did not consider batman a separate entity, a different person whom he shared a body with, his true self or any other nonsense. Bruce knew simply that this city, a place with so much potential for good just needed a little extra push. This city needed batman to keep it's citizens safe from harm's way, while evil reigned over it's streets. And so, as always, Bruce found himself hidden in a suit, going towards the place that everyone else ran away from. The batman was unafraid, he had to be and so that was exactly what Bruce was as he approached, with use of the night's protection and the cover of the tree tops to observe the scene below.

To Bruce, as well as the majority of Gotham, it was unthinkable that any human would celebrate the chaos that exploded without warning into the parts of the city that least expected it. But then, Bruce could expect nothing less than the unthinkable from the deranged mind that stood in the streets beneath him and Bruce was surprised to see that his enemy was not alone.

Bruce bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike and end this madness (at least for tonight) and when the opportunity presented itself he took it, striking his oponent with a swift jolt to the back.

((OOC: Sorry this took so freaking long </3!))