jokesonya

[jokesonya]

“I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.”

[jokesonya]

"Follow me."

The Joker looked back to the his masked subordinates. "Of course. All men gladly follow a nice piece of tail," he joked with a chuckle, his men laughing shamelessly. And so they followed, Joker's electric green hues studying every detail of everything he saw, soaking it in like a sponge. Not much security it seemed, at least not many armed guards. Of course, he didn't miss the high tech, infrared cameras in every corner.

Two of his thugs had gone in behind him while the other two stayed with the driver at the main lobby. They all had their orders, and Joker trusted his men. The Clown Prince of Crime was no fool, he hand picked the men in his circle depending on their skills. Three shooters, a medic and a driver. All five men had military experience, but had realized their country was too mad to save, so they had joined the Joker and his sane insanity.

As the clerk walking the Joker in the boss' office, the clown grinned widely. "Good afternoon, Angel!" He chimed loudly as his men closed the doors behind them. "I'm here to talk business," he began as he pulled out a sharp scalpel and grabbed the clerk by her bun, pulling her backwards to him. "First clean up I need," he told her, slicing the female'a throat and letting the dying woman fall to the floor.

He was quite quick, far quicker than he seemed anyways. In a blink, he was leaning over the woman's desk and had the bloody scalpel to her tender throat. His mad gaze met Angel's and he could have sworn there was something slightly familiar about them. "You don't want to end up like your bitch over there, sweetling, you best not scream." His bloody grin widened sinisterly. "Now, now, don't you know copying a genius' work is a great way to piss them off?"

The Punchline

the-angel-is-speaking has entered the Funhouse.

The Joker wasn’t bothered by the neighbors–the long list of ‘villains’ inhabiting Gotham. In fact, he had made quite a few alliances. Of course, when somebody out there was copying his past ‘crimes’, the clown did not laugh. A copy cat was, for some, an honor. Some fool out there idolized the Joker so much they were recreating some of his funniest acts. Some would find that flattering…

The Joker did not.

Scowling, the Clown Prince of Crime walked towards the dark purple Hummer waiting for him across the street. His Entourage was menacing, four killing human pitbulls and one hell of a crazy driver. All of them wore exaggerated clown grins masks that covered their faces from the top of the bridge of their noses down. “We got the address?” Joker asked.

“We got it, boss,” the driver, a small but muscular man replied, shifting in his seat. “It’s based off the DNA match you sent to the doc,” he explained as they pulled out into traffic. “If it isn’t this girl, she gots to mean something for the Copy Cat.”

Joker chuckled maliciously. “We’ll see won’t we?” He had scheduled an appointment with a certain Angel who had a clean up service. And Jesus! Did the Joker had a lot of messes to clean up.

He entered the office with a large grin, his goons smiling themselves under the smirking masks. They knew people were afraid, but they didn’t care. It was thrilling.

“I’m looking for a guardian angel,” the Joker chimed to the clerk at the main desk.

[jokesonya]

Her enthusiastic outbursts often took him by surprise, so did it that night. Joker was forced to a stop as he promised Harley he would free their pet hyenas once they had made it out of Arkham Asylum. Without a thought, his arms wrapped around her waist as he returned the embrace. A low, content chuckle passed his red lips. She was his little piece of sane insanity. 

As they resumed their walk, the Joker wrapped an arm over Harley Quinn’s shoulders, walking beside her. “Good ol’ Sharp’s office, my dear,” he informed the former therapist. “That old fart has some of my things locked in there. And you know how I hate people taking my toys.” The Joker laughed, taking a left turn on a three-way fork. At that point, the hallway became a lot more narrow. The temperature had also fallen considerably, so he kept Harley against him, attempting to keep her warm.

“The wounds are stinging, my ribs are giving off a dull pain I had not noticed before,” he commented freely. “A couple of months will definitely come in handy. I need to recuperate.” It was like he was thinking out loud, and that was one of the things he enjoyed most about Harley. Joker could share his darkest thoughts, and she would listen and never repeat them. 

After twenty more minutes, they reached another ventilation gate and Joker pulled the bars to allow them both into the room behind. “Ladies first?” A wide grin grew upon the Joker’s red lips. 

As Joker promised that they would find Bud and Lou when they were free of Arkham again, Harley couldn’t help a delighted squeak, throwing her arms around him in a showing of her usual enthusiastic exuberance at the prospect of being reunited with their beloved pets. “Oh Puddin’! I knew you’d wanna get them back too!” she exclaimed, “We should take them ta Blackgate with us. The boys probably haven’t had a decent meal in so long!”

Joker wasn’t the only one who carried something of an impatient streak in their personality, Harley herself much like a constantly excited child most of the time. And all their talk of what would happen once they got out of Arkham yet again was really only succeeding in making her thoroughly plan out what they would need to return life to whichever hideout Joker decided they would return to. Food would be needed for both them and the hyenas, she’d need to get the henchmen organised for security, help check on the status of their traps and take stock of what toys they still had tucked away. She’d become remarkably efficient at running things behind the scenes in the years since her criminal persona had been born, and among the preparations Joker had already assigned to her, she’d spend the next month until their escape making sure she knew just what she would be doing once they got out.

“Where are we headin’ tonight, Puddin’?” Harley asked, practically bouncing along beside him as they walked. There were countless quiet hideaways all over Arkham Island where they could spend some time alone, but Harley couldn’t help being a little curious as to where they were headed tonight.

[jokesonya]

Kill Me drabble prompt :D (i will work on your starter when i get off of work ^^)

She was Batman's latest obsession, and that was just unacceptable. Her, so beautiful and sensual--walking temptation. He hated her the way he had hated Jason Todd, for the same exact reasons: they were distractions. How beautiful could he make Catwoman's death for the Bat? Could that be his true Bad Day? The one that would welcome pure, uncontrollable insanity into Batman's life. The Joker chuckled softly to himself at the thoughts. He knitted his web like a hungry spider--a web of lies and decoys. Alliances were forged, friendships were burnt... And so there they were: The Joker, Catwoman, and the Batman. Face to face, and God! Did Joker loved the look on the Batfreak's face or what? It was almost arousing, if he was to be honest.The sharp knife pressed against the female's soft skin, threatening to sink in. And Batman? He looked like he wasn't sure what he was going to do, the foul taste of Jason's death still in his mouth. "Joker!" The Dark Knight barked. "Stop! You don't have to do this!""Oh~~ Batsy! The only way I don't kill her, it's if you kill me," he replied with a crazed, uncontrollable laugh. "And we all know you won't!"He wished he could have seen her eyes--Begging, tearful eyes. The tip of the knife pressed in further, making Catwoman fidget in her seat as a thin line of blood slid down her delicate throat. "Come on, Bats. You already let a son die, what's losing a nice piece of ass gonna do to ya?" The Joker laughed cruelly, mocking them both. "I mean, sure, she's nice looking. But not nice looking enough to make the Righteous Knight lose his holyness!!" Joker chuckled."There's no need for anybody to die, Joker!" Batman barked angrily, taking a step closer.The Joker scoffed. "Wrong answer, Batboy." With a swift pull of his hand, he slid the knife from one side of Catwoman's throat to the other. A sinister, bloody smile began to drip down her neck. She tried to talk, but nothing came out her lips other than a disturbing gurgling sound. Batman screamed, running to her side. She grabbed at her throat, as if attempteing to stop the bleeding. Batman out his own hands over the female's but it was all in vain, Catwoman was slowly dying...And Joker? The Joker skipped away.Laughing.

[jokesonya]

Replies soon

Has been a hectic week at work

[jokesonya]

How was he going to terrorized Gotham City tonight? That was an actual question bouncing around the clown’s skulls as he stood over a wooden desk littered with structural blue prints. Beginning to breed a headache, Joker sighed loudly in frustration and squeezed his eyes shut. As he brought up his fingers to his temples, massaging them with his finger tips, Joker heard the television being turned on in the living room.

Opening his electric green hues once more, he barely paid much attention to whatever Harley was watching.... until he heard the words: Wayne Enterprises. The Joker exited his office, gaze narrowing as he payed close attention to the beautiful reporter.

“Harley, put it up!” He listened, hearing the woman speak cheerfully. “Harley, doll up, puddin’,” the Joker chuckled, grinning hungrily. “We got a party to crash.”

Twin dark purple Cadillac Escalades took the pair to the fund raiser, Joker chuckling to himself as his crazed gaze settled upon the building. The main entrance was crowded with paparazzi and policemen. The back emergency exit was also well guarded by policemen provided by the Commissioner himself.

Silly them, service entrance was completely ignored. The SUVs parked right in front of the entrance, a couple cooks looking up from a dice game. Four monstrous thugs exited the first vehicle, silenced weaponry at hand. The cooks were killed silently, dangerously quickly and without hesitation. Half of their faces were covered by a sinister clown smile, clown tattoos covering their thick arms. 

From the second vehicle, a small, scrawny masked man hopped out the driver’s seat and opened the door for a grinning Joker. “Let’s party boys!” Two snipers would take position on the roof, two engineers would seal the main entrance from the party room, while Joker, Harley and the drivers along with two other shooters would take care of the festivities. 

As they all took their positions, Joker’s man overtook the DJ’s booth and turned off all the lights. Then, a spotlight shone over a beautiful blonde woman. “Ladies and gentlemen please! Would you bring your attention to me?” she sang cheerfully. “For a feast for your eyes to see, an explosion of catastrophe. Like nothing you have ever seen before! Watch closely as I open this door.” She pointed towards the door behind her. “Your jaws will be on the floor. After this, you will be begging for more!”

She opened the door and a bloody corpse fell to the ground, a laughing Joker standing behind with a bloody skinning knife in hand. “WELCOME TO THE SHOW!”

This Party Sucks || Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne, and the Joker

There was something about Bruce Wayne that Oliver just didn’t like – and it had nothing to do with any of the parallels between them, or so he told himself (several times). The guy’s smile was just a touch too smarmy and perfect, but it never seemed to fit those diamond eyes of his. The guy was a douche, off-putting as hell even while being so incredibly charming that Oliver felt like a grimy peasant from a really crappy fantasy show, wandering along after some glorious knight. There was no reason for Bruce to be sending off danger signals to Oliver, so he told himself that he was just overreacting to the parallels – which completely didn’t exist. It wasn’t like they were both young, rich, asshole playboys who got anything they wanted based on name or looks or checkbook, who were often hounded by paparazzi. Completely not like that.

Thank God Bruce didn’t put on a tight costume at night and run around striking fear into the wicked of Gotham.

Gotham. That was something else Ollie really wasn’t getting into the swing of enjoying. He’d promised (mostly to himself) that he would behave while he was here, that the visit would be nothing more than the legitimate visit it was. He had come out at the invitation of an old friend of the family, someone who was desperate to see him after his return, and eventually he just couldn’t keep putting them off. Oliver still wasn’t completely sure how he’d ended up coming to this benefit party without his host – but whatever. It was for rebuilding a hospital, and he could get behind that. 

The crowd somehow managed to push him and Bruce together time after time, and after the third time of almost physically bumping into the guy to avoid the same drunk old lady in a gold sequin dress as she careened and bounced from person to person, Oliver decided he should probably say something to… damn it. To his Gotham City twin. 

Playboy counterpart, anyway. At least he had the hero thing on Bruce. Gotham had Batman, but there was no way Batman was this asshole. 

“So um… this party kind of sucks,” he said awkwardly, lifting a glass of champagne in a halfhearted toast, although he offered the friendliest smile he could. “Nice to finally meet you, Bruce. Kinda seems like we should have before this, but, whatever.” He shrugged in a lighthearted way, then offered Bruce his hand. Oliver was dead sober (he hadn’t actually had a sip of that champagne all night and had been carrying the same glass around), and he reflected that maybe if he got at least half drunk, this party and its never-ending stream of people asking the same questions and bitching about ‘Obamacare’ would be more tolerable.

Maybe. 

Ugh. When did it end? He resisted the urge to check his watch, having better manners than to do so immediately after trying to say hi to someone that, frankly, he’d rather back away from hissing. He’d been strictly good and clean Oliver Queen for five days now, with no time whatsoever as a vigilante, and it was starting to give him a very uncomfortable case of cabin fever. 

[jokesonya]

Collection of Drabble Prompts

(none of these are mine shh)

War: Your character and mine have been assigned to the same unit in a war. They are also battle buddies.

Lost: Your character took a wrong turn at Albuquerque - my character is going to try to guide yours home

Shipwrecked: We were on a three hour cruise, now we're the only survivors.

Zombie Apocalypse: That's it, they're done for. Might as well go down swinging right? Or maybe they can beat this thing....somehow

Medieval Court: Avoid court scandal? Is your character a prince and mine a princess from a far off court, are they courtier friends? Sky's the limit.

Revenge: Your character has called on mine to exact revenge on someone for something (npc or third character, or fourth welcome)

Absolution: Something terrible happened, and our characters were the cause. Guilt eats away at them every day. Do they find a way to make things right? Or spiral into darkness?

Broken Home: They were happy once, and then they weren't. Our characters are in an abusive relationship.

Take it and leave: Our characters are part of a hold up, are they victims or perpetrators? Worse yet - are they on opposite sides of this equation (best suited for 3+)

The Asylum: One of our characters has been deemed "mad", and the other is the assigned Physician to cure them of this madness.

Stepford: A hoity toity gated community has extended an invitation for our big wig characters to move in. What happens when the wife becomes...perfect?

Saying Goodbye: One of our characters is dying, and instead of just telling the other, they take them on a whirl wind travel tour - ticking off things on their bucket list with their best friend.

You Owe Me: Mafia families with two kids who are best friends. Merger in the making, or war?

Shackled: My character finally got caught, and the only way to save them is to have them shackled to yours for a month.

Star Struck: Our characters space craft has broken down, and life support is on the fritz. Can our character's fix the problem or will they die in space?

Glitz and Glam: Personal assistant to the rising Star. Are they friends? or do they hate each? Are they lovers?

The Crash: 30's Depression Au

I'm Sorry: My character feels guilty for being behind the wheel during the accident that left yours in the hospital.

Drunken Mistakes: Did they get married? What's going on? Our characters can't remember and have to piece together the night before.

Dark Siders: Flip character alignments

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

=====

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift

=====

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.

Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify

Snow: Our characters in the cold together.

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.

Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.

Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another

Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other

Stars: Our characters under the stars together

Snow: Our characters in the cold together

Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other

Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.

Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight

Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present

Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other

Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.

~CUTSIE ONES~

A Little Sleepy: Your muse falling asleep on my muse.

Cuddles: Our muses cuddling.

Mmph!: Our muses accidentally kissing.

A Little Messy!: Our muses being adorable cleaning up a mess together.

Hold Me...: Your muse has had a nightmare and comes to cuddle mine for safety.

I Kind Of...: My muse confessing that they love yours.

~FEELSY ONES~

Don't Leave Me!: Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.

Better Me Than You: My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.

Goodbye: My muse dying in your muse's arms.

A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.

Together Or Not At All: Our muses dying together, telling all their secrets and confessing things.

[jokesonya]

               is it illegal to desecrate my own grave

[jokesonya]

                “ It’d be a shame to get blood all over my nice new outfit!”

[jokesonya]

                     who else would i break into arkham for?

jokesonya                                                                        trainedtherapist

indie joker rp                                                                                        indie harley quinn rp

[jokesonya]

The Joker smiled madly as he advanced towards the Red Hood. Once the last bullet went right to the crate he had seen the dead boy disappear behind, the Joker took cover himself. He reloaded his handgun with ease, as he had done so many times before, listening to the silly word of the walking corpse. The Joker laughed. "You're a little smartass, aren't you? No wonder Batman didn't mind I killed you," the Joker spat hatefully, a chuckle escaping his lips at the end of his words.

"You know what I like about the kill? Seeing the life sipping from their eyes," the Joker chimed. "In that moment, child. We are gods." It was mad babble, murderous propaganda. "He chose to save me, when even I would have put a bullet through my brain should I have been in his shoes." Joker chuckled again, sighing happily. "Oh! And who can ignore the fact that there is still Robin?" His chuckled turned into a loud laugh. "Another bird for me to pluck feather by feather..."

"Wanna watch?" He laughed shamelessly.

“Guns are so… impersonal. C'mon, Jason. I created a better monster than that,” Joker barked, baring his teeth in a sinister grin. “Get personal, son.” The Clown Prince of Crime laughed. The former Robin had truly turned into the most annoying little shit ever. Batman was the one who was supposed to break, not Jason. Jason was simply meant to die, to die forever… But the little fucker was quite persistent in–you know, being alive.

Hearing the bloodthirsty birdie, Joker chuckled. “Really? Are you sure you met, Lucy? He loves to dance, especially bachata–” He mocking joke was cut off by a bullet to his foot. “FFFFF…” He babbled, taking a knee and holding his foot. Blood oozed through his fingers. “You…” He trembled, crazed gaze on his wounded foot. “You little zombie robin…” A mad laugh escaped past his lips. “You fuckface.” His laughter grew louder, more uncontrollable.

The Joker stood, walking towards the Red Hood, gripping tightly at the crowbar. Pulling out a .38 and shooting at him. Joker wasn’t really aiming to kill, just to scare. If he was killing Jason again, he was going to do it with a crowbar as he had originally done.

It was funny.

[jokesonya]

The Punchline

the-angel-is-speaking has entered the Funhouse. The Joker wasn't bothered by the neighbors--the long list of 'villains' inhabiting Gotham. In fact, he had made quite a few alliances. Of course, when somebody out there was copying his past 'crimes', the clown did not laugh. A copy cat was, for some, an honor. Some fool out there idolized the Joker so much they were recreating some of his funniest acts. Some would find that flattering... The Joker did not. Scowling, the Clown Prince of Crime walked towards the dark purple Hummer waiting for him across the street. His Entourage was menacing, four killing human pitbulls and one hell of a crazy driver. All of them wore exaggerated clown grins masks that covered their faces from the top of the bridge of their noses down. "We got the address?" Joker asked. "We got it, boss," the driver, a small but muscular man replied, shifting in his seat. "It's based off the DNA match you sent to the doc," he explained as they pulled out into traffic. "If it isn't this girl, she gots to mean something for the Copy Cat." Joker chuckled maliciously. "We'll see won't we?" He had scheduled an appointment with a certain Angel who had a clean up service. And Jesus! Did the Joker had a lot of messes to clean up. He entered the office with a large grin, his goons smiling themselves under the smirking masks. They knew people were afraid, but they didn't care. It was thrilling. "I'm looking for a guardian angel," the Joker chimed to the clerk at the main desk.

[jokesonya]

Replies and Starters

Tomorrow after 10pm est. Got y'all! Lol sorry for the delay ❤️

[jokesonya]

“you have ONE CHANCE to surrender, quinn.”

                                                                        “tempting bats. but NO DICE.”

                                                     – – – – – –

vengeancenightbxtman                           trainedtherapist​

indie batman rp                                                                                     indie harley quinn rp

( cap credit [x] )

[jokesonya]

Say what you like about me. Tempter I may be, tormentor, liar, accuser, blasphemer and all-round bad egg, but no one else gets the credit for the discovery of angelic freedom. That, my fleshy friends, was Lucifer. (Ironic of course that after the Fall they stopped referring to me as Lucifer, the Bearer of Light and started referring to me as Satan, the Adversary. Ironic that they stripped me of my angelic name at the very moment I began to be worthy of it.)

I, Lucifer, Glen Duncan (via quillsandquotes)

[jokesonya]

The Joker laughed at Harley's words. "When you are right, Harley dear, you are right." The clown shrugged. "I can't argue with that." The wait would allow them to plan things thoroughly, to give the unexpected citizens and enemies time to get sloppy. And, of course, it would make freedom much sweeter, as Harley had said. The anticipation was going to kill him though, Joker was not a very patient person... Of course, he had a surprisingly high levels of will-power.

Joker nodded in agreement as Harley mentioned it had been a long while since anyone at Blackgate rioted. Then, she mentioned the night they met, and the Joker smiled, electric green hues settling on his sweetheart. "We will give them something memorable," he promised, grinning. The night she mentioned? That night would always be theirs, only theirs.

Hearing what had happened to the lovely pets he had gotten for his beloved, the Joker scowled. "Of course he would do such a thing. But we are the criminals?" Joker laughed bitterly. "Have no fear,darling. Daddy ain't letting his family be separated for long," he promised her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Hyenas could be very good pets, contrary to popular belief. In Nigeria, there was a group of men who tamed hyenas. The Hyena Boys were the men who taught Joker how to tame the wild beasts, and to be truthful, they were far better than dogs... And a lot better than most of his men to.

“But the wait’ll make freedom all the sweeter,” Harley replied, taking Joker’s hand as he led her to the vent before following him inside. With the vents being big enough for Harley’s small frame to crawl through easily, she turned to pull her beloved’s bed back into place in case any guards came past his cell before following him.

Since joining her beloved, she had learned more about Arkham than she had ever believed existed when she had first stepped onto the island as an intern. Once they were out of the vent and into the tunnels proper, Harley slipped her hand into Joker’s, letting him take the lead. Though she had learned quickly about the various nooks and crannies of the island, she trusted him to lead the way to wherever he wanted to visit tonight, and she would happily follow.

“It’s been a while since Blackgate had a good ol’ riot,” Harley hummed happily, “Though I don’t think anythin’ could top the one from the night we met.” Though she had sold Joker’s escape from confinement that night on his escaping the restraints on his own, Harley had never regretted letting him loose, or if she had, the feeling hadn’t stuck around for very long, “Could we try an’ find the babies too? Bat Brain said he’d sent them to some animal sanctuary cause we ‘weren’t providin’ them with what they needed’. That jerk! I seem ta remember Bud an’ Lou likin’ the taste of bat an’ bird just fine.” When it came to the clown duo’s hyenas, Harley was as viciously protective of them as if they were her own children, and she utterly detested the idea of them being cooped up in some animal sanctuary when they had looked so sad the night they had first ‘adopted’ Bud and Lou from Gotham Zoo.

[jokesonya]

"Guns are so... impersonal. C'mon, Jason. I created a better monster than that," Joker barked, baring his teeth in a sinister grin. "Get personal, son." The Clown Prince of Crime laughed. The former Robin had truly turned into the most annoying little shit ever. Batman was the one who was supposed to break, not Jason. Jason was simply meant to die, to die forever... But the little fucker was quite persistent in--you know, being alive.

Hearing the blodthirsty birdie, Joker chuckled. "Really? Are you sure you met, Lucy? He loves to dance, especially bachata--" He mocking joke was cut off by a bullet to his foot. "FFFFF..." He babbled, taking a knee and holding his foot. Blood oozed through his fingers. "You..." He trembled, crazed gaze on his wounded foot. "You little zombie robin..." A mad laugh escaped past his lips. "You fuckface." His laughter grew louder, more uncontrollable.

The Joker stood, walking towards the Red Hood, gripping tightly at the crowbar. Pulling out a .38 and shooting at him. Joker wasn't really aiming to kill, just to scare. If he was killing Jason again, he was going to do it with a crowbar as he had originally done.

It was funny.

    “In the pale moonlight?” Jason said, voice hard and even and steel.     Something emotionless, shut-down hard, rested in his tone, but he     kept a straight face underneath the mask, underneath the helmet. His     teeth ached with the strength that he was clenching his jaw, eyes follow-     ing the crowbar.

    His finger pressed on the trigger lightly, toying with the idea of just shoot-     ing the Joker here and now. 

    But that’d be too easy. Too fast.

    (And that was what he kept telling himself, wasn’t it?)

    “I’ve already danced with him, thanks to you,” Jason finished, dismissive,     and lowered his gun slightly. He had all fucking night to waste on this dirtbag,     demon of a man, monster of a person. His opposite hand had fingers to his     palm, grip in a fist, to keep from shaking. “He doesn’t like dancing very much,     actually. Hope you don’t like it, either.”

    And Jason pulled the trigger, gun aimed at the Joker’s foot.