Harleen Quinzel (revmeup) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-09-29 11:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | harley quinn, joker |
Who: Harley Quinn and The Joker
When: Early 2011
Where: A hideout beneath Axis Chemicals.
What: The Joker is working on his most clever scheme yet! And Harley decides to interfere with some couple bullsh!t
Rating: PG-13. Possibly R. We’ll see!
Notes: Started in GDocs. Finishing here.
Night had fallen on the Axis Chemical plant and a stillness hung in the air. Where the evening usually brought hoots of laughter and the fizzing and bubbling of chemicals combining in a hazardly fashion, nothing stirred this night. No, it seemed The Clown Prince of Crime was too busy to get up to his old mischief. Instead of spending time on new chemical concoctions or the latest in his gag weaponry, the clown’s focus was spent over a drawing board.
Sheets of large graph paper littered the floor in crumpled heaps. The single desk lamp that burned cast back light from the latest victim of paper. Several large diagrams had been sketched over the grid work of blue lines with several numbers scrawled beneath. A scoff from The Joker showed his displeasure and the pencil bounced on the wooden surface at the table as he considered the possibilities.
As if finally deciding it was no good, the psychopath tore the sheet of paper from the stack and balled it up in his fist. With a flick of one of those powerful fingers, he sent the ball of paper halfway across the room. Resigning himself to the horrific fate of writer’s block, he snagged a doll from under the desk and flopped its head back and forth. Slowly he bent its neck to the limit and under his breath he muttered “‘No! No! Help me! Help meeeee~!’” And with a snap the neck gave way and the doll lay on the desk decapitated. With a casual sweep of his hand, he deposited the doll on the ground.
Despite the minute’s reprieve, no ideas presented themselves. How was he going to solve this dilemma? The Piranha just wouldn’t grin!
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From behind the crazed clown came a feminine clearing of a throat. The sound was subtle and whisked away easily by the crumbling of paper and scribbles. She tried again and again and finally, when she realized how fruitless her efforts were, pranced forward. “Oh puddin’,” she cooed, shimmying next to the table he was working on. “What do ya think of my new outfit?” The costume was tight and short, showing off more skin than her usual garb yet managing to make her appear obviously adorable. The boost squeaked as she moved around in hopes of catching his eye, the vinyl fresh ungiving.
After making a full circle around the desk and getting nothing, she dropped her hands to her hips and huffed. “Shoulda known. But I got more!” She darted off as quickly as she could in the clunky boots and headed back to their little love nest to exchange the modified nurses garb for a more sultry and impractical outfit. She came out of the door, hands holding the corset to her chest the best she could. “Coulda sworn this fit just a fe-AH!” The string holding the black and red leather together snapped and she was left holding two useless pieces of black and red leather to her chest. She huffed and stomped back into her room for one last attempt at luring her lover from his work.
Frolicking from her room to the desk, Harley spared no time in announcing her presence. She crawled up on the desk and lounged across the wooden surface, resting her head in her hand to strike up a seductive pose. Her blonde hair was left free, but her face was still painted and mask in place. “Mistah J, I got somethin’ for ya.”
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As if he wouldn't take the interruption of his greatest creation lightly, the clown went back to work. Crayons and pencils littered the desk before him. Even Harley's typical brand of distraction didn't seem capable of stopping him now. Even when the brightly clad harlequin cleared her throat and posed her question, the only response she received was the ripping of paper. Joker moved on to the next idea and discarded the sheet which drifted listlessly to her feet.
Time and time again she attempted to grab his attention but to no avail. This was an obsession and no simple wardrobe change would stop him now. The Ace of Knaves was on the verge of something big. He just needed to go just a little bit farther. But where was he going to get a giant seltzer bottle at this time of night?
The bright red marker squealed over the paper as he smeared a large grin over the faces of the figures before him. It wasn't until her movements sent the pencils and crayons clattering to the floor did she earn his attention. If only for a moment. A seaweed colored brow cocked itself as she spoke. Then, as if unimpressed, he turned to scribble on another smaller pad nearby.
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Even as her best sultry look failed, Harley was not deterred. She bounced up onto her knees and giggled happily. “Don’t ya wanna rev up your Harley? Vroom vroom!” she imitated a motorcycle and even spun around on the desk with a squeal to set herself in front of him once more. Her feet kicked out and she daringly dropped them on his seat to try and tempt him to stay in place. “It’s a special night, ya know? It’s your birthday!”
It was not the Joker’s birthday. No one knew the day the man that would become the Clown Prince came to life, but that would not stop Harley from celebrating. She picked a date at random and deemed it the day of his birth. Today just happened to be that day and she was ready to make it a memorable one.