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harleenclownzel:

“you wouldn’t DARE KILL ME! YA AIN’T GOT THE BALLS!” shocked gasp. she truly didn’t mean that did she? she fetters the words dryly, thick caught in her throat like icky spider webs. “… admit it. just admit ya NEED ME!”

He regards her with a tsk from his marred mouth, waggling a finger RIGHT in front of his DOLL’S nose.  ❝ That’s where you’re SO so -- so.  soooo wrong, sweetums. You see, you’re nothing but a -- THING to me like say uh -- a bandage for my boos boos. Once I’m healed once I- once I don’t need you anymore I’ll RIP you off and throw you away! Kind’ve like your mother should’ve done when you - were birthed. Off to the dumpster you go! HAhaHAheHAho AH! You don’t mean a thing to me. Never have... neeveer w i l l. ❞  

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harleenclownzel:

“NO DON’T KILL YERSELF ! ! ! !!  I DUNNO WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT YA BOSS!” 

❝ Nice choice of words. You- you’ve CHANGED my mind! I’d much rather KILL you if you don’t uh- shut. your. mouth.❞

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harleenclownzel:

“It’d be a lot more romantic if ya take off the damn greasepaint … J  A  Y — Do ya know how IMPERSONAL it is to have ta showa after we make love??? ?”

❝ Yeah- no. We don’t- we do NOT say ‘make love’, Harley. If you want romance grab the gun! I heard ‘Romeo and Juliet’ is one of your faaavorites, and the more you talk- YAP YAP YAP... the more... I wanna kill myself. ❞

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harleenclownzel:

              “Byyyyyyye F  E   L   L  A  T  I  O …. — Call me when yer in a better mood an’ I want a new red dress!”

                                ❝ ... mmm no NO no- y o u call ME when you’re craving a visit from Colonel Angus. I know how much you want it! You practically MOAN about it in your sleep! ❞

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harleenclownzel:

“Yeaaaahh well….  it’s the only dress I got with a FUCKHOLE ! ! !”

                                ❝ Now that’s where you got it wrong- first OFF it’s not big enough and secondly eee... ehhh... that’s what your mouth is uh- is f o r. ❞

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Boss?? My red dress with the strappy thingies ripped!

❝ THAT- what a... GREEK tragedy we have on our... on our uh- our HANDS, Harley. You know, my father once told me he was going to RIP something of mine- so what’d he do? I’ll TELL you what. he. did. He ripped the corners of my MOUTH just like this- and then EVERYTHING was red. So I guess you could say we’ve got something in common! ❞

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Boss can I go to Chuck E Cheese? It's gonna be my birthday soon

                                   ❝ No- nah ah uh... we - ahem. This isn’t your FIFTH birthday, Haaarley- we’ll go to PIZZA HUT instead like adults. ❞

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harleenclownzel:

Shoving  the  chest  of  drawers  up  against  the  door,  she  only  winces  when  the  frame  begins  to  SPLINTER  then  crack  all  alongside  the  wooden  beam  that  holds  it  together. Little fissures spreading fast the more Joker slams himself against it. She  nervously  wrings  her  hands  over  and  over  eyes  flitting  to  the  door  and  the  dresser    which  separates  her  from  the  wrath  of  her  beau,  angry  pissed  and  now  telling  knock  knock  jokes  from  the  other  side.  To  anyone  else  this  would  look  mortifying  and  most  people  tell  her  she  should  have  her  head  examined  for  being  with  a  person  like  him,  but  today  is  actually  a  good  day  compared  to  some.  Now  she  just  needs  to  talk  him  down  and  not  sputter  up  like  a  bad  motor  engine  and  say  something  that  will  get  her  PUNISHED.  “I’m  tired  of  ya  Jay!  I’m  tired  of  yer  moods!  If  you  wanna  talk  to  me  —— then  get  out  of  that  bad  spell  yer  always in!”

CALLOUSED FINGERS SLIDE down the curvature of his own jaw, taking note of BLOTCHED crimson adorning splintered wood. He’ll make her pay for that later, but for now it’s time for a little SWEET talk. Anything to get her to open that DAMN door, so that maybe ( if she’s lucky enough ), he’ll spare her a lashing.      ❝ I’m... fiiine, babydoll. You just uh- open the door, and see for yourself. I’m - I miss you already!  I’m going CRAAZY not being able to see that- adorable face of yours’. ❞

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harleenclownzel:

 She  doesn’t  budge.  Not  even  one  eighth  of  an  inch.  Perfectly capped  teeth  grit  and  cheeks  become  red  with  the  swell  of  her  anger  as  she  stands  a  good  few  feet  away  from  him.  Throwing  dishes  distance.  Enough  to  SLOW  him  down  until  she  can  barricade  herself  by  dresser  pushed  to  the  bedroom  door  —  until  he  cools  off  and  forgets  she  played  whack’amole  with  his  head  —  and  HIDE.  “Nope!  I’m  not  going  anywhere  near  ya  until  you  remove  that  ———- FUCKIN’ TEN FOOT POLE  from  yer  ass, Jay!”

❝ HARLEEEEY... ! ❞       A LOW GUTTURAL RAWR escapes his lips, and the table is flipped over, spilling his glass of bourbon which BLEEDS and blemishes inked paper.        ❝ What. did. you. d o... bad girls- they’ve got to be PUNISHED... don’t run away from me- DON’T RUN AWAY. FROM ME!!! ❞       He slams his frame against the door like a bull, heavy breaths panting with every thrust against ( now splitting ) juniper.        ❝ Knock knock- don’t... you HIDE from me you little- heathen. Now be a good girl and open the d o o r.  ❞

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harleenclownzel:

                              Cue high pitched whine. Nothing too overtly nerve grating though. Just enough powered pack punch to let him know how much she really R E A L L Y hated being off the desk. Gracefully she tumbles and huffs at him, blonde wisps fluttering skyward. “— And who is to say that I don’ know how ta’ scheme too, Boss?” Hip cocked and luscious painted mouth parted into the perfect little pout. 

He could insult her horribly about her intelligence for she knows that’s bullshit — he doesn’t even have a degree — but does she ever dare go there? Not if she wants to keep breathing she won’t. But the minute he starts to nitpick about her outwardly appearance she starts to get TESTY. “’Sides you gave me this perfume last’ Christmas… Ya neva’ complained about it before!” 

❝ C’mere. ❞       NUMEROUS WAYS TO SHUT her yammering mouth come to mind. Duct tape, a needle and thread ( cutting out her tongue! ), but he continues to listen, furling his index toward her in a ‘come hither’ motion.        ❝ There’s such a thing as a... GAG gift. You see- I bought you that as a j o k e! I wasn’t expecting you to wear it. ❞ Harsh cracking LAUGHTER spills past his lips, bellowing at the mere sight of her.        ❝ Ooh, look at y o u- so pitiful. Broken like a china DOLL left to mildew and eventually r o t- do you know how... LUCKY you are to have found me? I embrace the cracks unlike everyone else- one LOOK at you and they’d be screaming RETURN TO SELLER! ❞

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harleenclownzel:

She watches with complete love and adoration. A small wisp of a giggle escapes from her mouth and already she is doting on him. Delicate finger tips trail all the way down the familiar royal purple jacket only to massage at sore and tired muscles, yet she is CAREFUL not to over do it since he would end up pushing her away from him, or WORSE —- But she cannot help but fawn over him some days. Her man works so hard to keep Gotham bending their knee and she only wants to do the right thing and keep him happy. Keep that ANARCHIST SMILE widened with joviality. So she listens attentively, sprawled out over his desk but careful as not to muss up his blueprints. Her chest pressed to just the edge of a blue print and doing her best not to wrinkle them. “I do, Mistah Jay.. you know that — Sooo what’s the plan this time, Boss?” Harley coos, and draws invisible little hangman sporting familiar pointy BAT EARS all over the blueprints beneath her. 

❝ Nah ah ah. We don’t- we do... n o t  touch or draw on my blueprints. What, did your mother raise you in a BARN? Off you go- ❞       A GENTLE SHOVE FROM gloved fingertips ensures his scheme remains unsullied, though her loud ( migraine inducing ) scent lingers within arms’ reach.        ❝ ...and please rid yourself of that WHOREFUME before erm- daddy gets a headache, mmkay? ❞       He hopes his INSULT leaves a mark, perforating through that beating BLEEDING little heart of hers’.        ❝ This isn’t child’s play- this... it’s much MORE than you’ll ever understand, but don’t worry honey bunch I uh- I wouldn’t expect the peanut gallery such as- YOURSELF to... comprehend anything DEEPER than a coloring book. ❞

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❝ The way we’re going to GO... about this is one of TWO ways... ❞       SERPENTINE TONGUE FLICKS to the corner of his mangled mouth, watching his two bit HENCH wench woman with a dark eyed stare. He could destroy her, dismember her and leave a piteous corpse for THE BAT to clean up ( on isle bimbo! ), but there in lies the problem. Too messy, overdone, and QUICK! No NO no, he’d rather savor his fangirl like a fine wine only to discard once the CONTENTS are completely empty.       ❝ ONE- you do as I say, and say as I do, or two... you never get to see this face again, and boy do I know you ENJOY it, don’t you my little... Harlequin doll, mmm? ❞