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John looked back at her with just as much confusion. "Wait... So you... You are Harley? No, that can't be right... Harley isn't as -- well -- soft as you are. Her hair is shorter, too. And she does this thing where she looks at you like she's ready to rip your throat out!" He fell into a lovesick stupor for a second thing about it, then snapped himself back out.

But she knew his pet name, 'puddin'. How could she have guess that without at least knowing a bit about him? Unless she was right, and there were also two John Doe's out there. How exciting that would be!

"But if you're a Harley, then where's my Harley?" A look of concern grew on his face as he tapped his chin. "This isn't some GCPD trick, is it? Are you trying to be some sort of silken seductress, tricking me into helping the cops!?"

Harley blinked.

Then stared.

Then blinked a little more emphatically to try and coax a better answer out of that.

"Wh... what're ya talkin' about, Puddin'? ... Ooh, ooh, wait! I get it, we're doin' one'a those li'l funtime games! ... uh, right?" Two Harleys, what was he talking about? She didn't remember that one, but you know, a girl would try anything once, but she'd have to probably grab another costume and a couple more cream pies for bad-clown-Harley to use and—

Wait a second, come to think about it, he uh... looked different. You know, all up close like this. And sounded different. And he didn't even smell like the dreamiest mix of eau de bathroom cleaner and hydrofluoric acid...

Her eyes went wide. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold up, are you sayin' you ain't my puddin'!? Did I just kiss a dopplejoker!?" She tensed up. "... I mean, wouldn't be the first time but that's kinda a whole other story, but still!"

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"Heh," John shrugged and shook his head, "You ask me, it's the rich ones who are desperate. So many high-profile criminals in this city! Incredible what eight digits in a bank account can do to a guy's morals." He looked discouraged while taking a gulp of his drink. He almost choked himself to say, "Well, at least there's always Bruce. He's a real stand-up guy! I met him once, in Arkham. He and I got close, and he took me to my very first funeral!"

As John spoke, the glint of an old car's headlights caught the window. From out of his unmarked car came Commissioner Gordon, alone, but on a walkie-talkie with the GCPD.

John looked over his shoulder toward the front of the building, and if he could have gotten any paler, he would have. He spun back around and looked at Roxxy, desperate. "I saw him back at the bar! What's he doing here?" He bit down on his lip nervously. "This is bad... Oh no..."

"Well I would hope not. I'd hate to be cause for trouble for someone so sweet," she replied, a curious glint in her eyes.

This man's mind seemed to flit about with ease- one thought to another, following like the lines of a bumblebee's path. She enjoyed that- the magic with which the human mind varied was a many splendored thing. She could observe its machinations forever and never grow tired.

"The Narrows can be awful dangerous, I don't blame your friend for being wary. It's one of the poorest parts of the city, and you know how desperate the world can become."

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SMILE!  ↳ ➤

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"Lhi, huh? And a dragon? That's a big pill to swallow." A flicker of doubt crossed Joker's face, and he gripped the switchblade in his hands with growing animosity. It was quelled, however slightly, when the creature pinpointed another deep emotion. Not just an emotion. A dream. A dream of his very own. The very description of it seemed to touch him, and his hold on the switchblade loosened enough for it to droop in his hand.

"Oh... that." He scoffed, face tinged with a bitter so dark it might as well have been the devil's espresso. "That's where he used to be. I held him up so high, you know? I gave him everything, and he ruined it. Now it's nothing... A broken stitch." He looked down at the knife in his hand, then retracted the blade into it's handle with a click.

"Oh, I bet you do. I can always see someone who likes a good chase. Takes one to know one." The creature tittered again, almost knowingly before leaping up to place their paws against the glass of the observation deck overlooking the vats. The smell was nearly unbearable even from here. This was why the bay wept? Her poor waters all foul and bitter? There was a tiny flash of teeth as their lip curled and they sneezed at the abrasive stink.

But they did turn around, and chirped in unbridled amusement. "Sea lion lizard fish. Sealionlizardfish. Oh, you're right! Not even on my tongue." They fanned out the fins along their head and dipped their head into a sort of bow. "Lhi, at your presence. A dragon, though all those other things are very nice, too. I'd give you the other tongue twisters I've been named, but I think you have better things to do than play with mouth puzzles."

Lhi's eyes flashed keenly, all six and they slowly slunk around Joker's legs like a cat. "There is one thing in your chaos though, I can't quite make it out. Big and dark, no color at all, a pretty void in the spirals and stripes and bubbles, it's like a hole where something should be. Or is?" They coyly curled their tail. "That must be something very special, it's been in every single dream. Always and forever."

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SEND 📸 FOR MY MUSE TO TEXT YOUR MUSE AN IMAGE FROM THIS RANDOM GENERATOR.

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@hail-to-the-quinn Ꭿ⟆ⲕ∈ᖙ:

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With the kiss, John stiffens up like a wooden board. He doesn't pull away, nor does he stop the contact. He waits until she parts her lips from his, then stares at her with all the woozy lovesickness of Roger Rabbit toward Jessica. "W-Wow! That was... unexpected!" He grins wide, eyes open and glistening with excitement. "You sure know how to introduce yourself to a guy... Wow!!" he touches his lips, unfamiliar with the sensation. "You look kind of... familiar, but there's no way there could be two Harleys... right?"

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It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

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As if he were given a deep compliment, Joker sighed with contentment and rested a hand on his chest. "Now that's what a guy likes to hear! Kaleidoscope of chaos? I'll have to right that down." He tilted his head as the analysis continued, and followed the creature with his eyes as it stalked through the room.

Now that was accurate, almost too accurate to be comfortable. His face twinged with a shade of suspicion. He stood up again, idly pulling a switch blade from his pocket to play with in his hands. "You could say that. I have my need for privacy." He turned to fully face the creature again, twirling the knife between his fingers. "And I love a good chase." Of course, it was more complicated than that. He wanted to be chased by one person in particular. One nasty, horrible, lying person. The only way to do that was to go big, and luckily, the plan he an Harley had in mind would do just that. "But don't worry. I've got a plan for that."

"And you... What do I call you? Sea lion lizard fish? Not exactly easy on the tongue, but I can make it work."

The creature chortled excitedly, although it was more like an orca click, and flicked their tail before folding it around them again. "No, I don't think so. Besides, you would do that anyway if you wanted, I think. You're nothing short of a kaleidoscope of chaos! It's so fun to watch."

They cocked their head and looked around. "I came here because your dreams are very interesting, and I wanted to see the dreamer behind them. They're all colors and shapes and cacophonies of noises from all over! It's like swimming around a riptide! I could never quite catch you in the midst of them! You're one slippery eel." They unfurled themself before slowly stalking around the room overlooking the chemical vats, looking around with unabashed excitement. "Or maybe, you just didn't want to be found, that could be it. Maybe you are waiting for someone else to catch you first."

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"Saturday! Right! Heh heh." Damn meds, always making him drenched in a bit of brain fog. He was sure he would be much smarter without them, but then the rest of his brain tended to get pretty loud. "Oh, out here?" John looked around the bar again, then shook his head and looked back. "No, not often. I've been told it's better to stick to my own haunts with how jumpy the GCPD can be. Harley says that it's better for her to keep an eye on me."

Wistfully, he leaned into his hand, resting his jaw against his palm. "She's always looking out for me, you know?" He looked lovestruck just thinking about her. Then, like a realization struck, he tensed and pursed his lips with racing thought. "Of course, it could also be because she doesn't trust me out on my own. I might be breaking her rules by being here and talking to you."

"Saturday, darling."

"I can struggle to keep the days straight myself sometimes. But running this place helps me remember."

Another customer departed, and the ring of the bell stirred a contented smile. It was always so wonderful to her, to see the people come and go through her little safe haven. Perhaps it was simply fulfilling, perhaps something deeper.

Or maybe she just had come to love the Nest, in all it was.

"You don't come through the Narrows often, do you John?" She queried, toying with an ice chip between her claws.

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⨍ᖇ〇ⲙ: @the-shattered-seas

(Villain Era) "Ohh, what do we have here~?" The serpentine creature, roughly the size of a lion, crawled down the wall from... no where. It seemingly slipped out of the faint line of water seeping in from the broken pipe that hadn't been fixed yet. All six eyes blinked uniformly as they curled onto the floor all too comfortably. "What colors you have, dreamer!"

Now that was one hell of a hallucination. Joker watched the being ooze down like a droplet and curl up on the floor of his hideout at Ace Chemicals. Staring for a good long moment, hips lips pursed into an intrigued pout, he finally spoke while wafted the air under his nose with his hand. "I'd ask if there was a gas leak in here, but I already know it! HA!" He grinned wide and crouched down to be on the same eye level as the creature. "What exactly are you doing here? Are you gonna tell me to shoo the president or something?"

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random headcanon asks

1. does your muse enjoy watching the stars?

2. does your muse have any long-term, life plans?

3. how does your muse manage strong emotions?

4. how many blankets does your muse sleep with?

5. has you muse ever experienced sleep paralysis? 

6. what style of music does your muse like the most?

7. what’s the furthest from home your muse has traveled?

8. does your muse have any unusual fears? what are they? 

9. is your muse / would your muse be active on social media?

10. does your muse get sick often? what’s their go-to remedies?

11. is your muse quick thinking? are they able to focus when stressed?

12. what is your muse’s most helpful coping skill, healthy or unhealthy?

13. what is the strangest / least comfortable place your muse has slept?

14. where does your muse’s strength lie? physical strength? mental? emotional?

15. if your muse had the option, would they prefer to go to space or explore the ocean?

16. how skilled is your muse in the kitchen? what is the most complicated dish they know how to make?

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The elation brimming under the surface bubbled back over in another chuckle as he thought about killing again. Oh, it felt so good because they really deserved it. He knew others deserved it as well. It would feel just as amazing to take a few more scum bag agents out of the picture... like Waller. "If given the chance... I can think of a few people to--"

A pang of guilt leapt across his features, and he suddenly sank into himself with a nervous gulp. "But what would Bruce think? I don't think he'd like it... Not. At. All. And he's... he's my best pal." He looked down into his lap with a frown.

He felt tied down with the possible regret, with the weight of his friend's reaction falling squarely on his shoulders. "He was supposed to meet me here. He's a real stand-up guy."

The release of tension on the mortals face speaks volumes to the Nightmare. He's seen it many times before. He's even felt it himself. That feeling of relief, knowing that retribution is not here for them.

It felt like coming home.

That description spreads a satisfied smile across the Nightmare's mein. With a soft chuckle, the blond reaches out to hook an index finger below John's chin. Tilting his head ever so slightly so he can enjoy that flash of something dangerous begin to spark within his eyes.

A spark that the Nightmare wants to cultivate. John has discovered the taste for blood all by himself, and the Corinthian will simply be here to refine his palate.

"Would you do it again?"

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Joker looked at the bottle in his hand again, curiously so, examining it closely for the details on the label. Every small part of the illustration was absorbed before he set it back down to take the fresh bottle from her hand. With a smile he knocked the bottle back for a big swig, letting out a rough sigh as he parted his lips from it.

"That's good stuff," he said, wiping mouth on his wrist.

When he heard 'boxing ring', he perked up with interest. "Really?" He leaned in a little closer. "I like the sound of that. Watching two people beat the crap out of each other sounds like my kind of evening!"

He sat back in the chair again, as if sitting in a single position was taxing on his psyche. "Sunday nights you said? Uh... what night is it tonight?" He racked his brain, staring up a little slack jawed.

"Shadowvalley Ale. It's a favorite of mine, tell you the truth."

She reached into the fridge below the bar to retrieve a bottle, hooking her talons along the cap and prying it off wth ease. Shepassed him the bottle, cold enough to condensate on the sides, and toyed with the cap a bit.

He was so.. odd. But not in a way she found offputting, no. He was right- violence did bring out an honest part of people. Something many didn't realize. How you fought, what you fought for, spoke eons worth of stories about the weight you carried.

"You know.. If you like watching people fight, there's a boxing ring a few blocks from here. They do free matches on Sunday nights. It's quite a show."

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LOVE LANGUAGE: QUALITY TIME STARTERS

a collection of starters based on one of the five love languages: quality time.

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What’re you doing, John? Leaving!