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Tweak says, "Shake it off, shake it off"

Jack Napier (i_jest) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-03-26 23:33:00

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harleen quinzel, jack napier

Gonna getcha (Harley)
Jack was more than a little disappointed that Harley hadn't appeared immediately after he'd left his note for her, because he'd really expected her to. And those two idiot henchmen hadn't returned either, though now that he thought about it, he was fairly sure he'd killed one of them, hadn't he?

There was only one thing left to do about it, really.

Find her himself.

Oh yes.

Jack set out into town, that's how he thought of it, going into town, as if he lived in some quaint little townhouse on the edge of a nice sunny field with daisies. Maybe some trees. Woodland wildlife prancing about happily while white smoke drifted lazily upward from the all brick chimney. Rocking chairs on the front porch, a porch that he'd made himself with his own two hands. There'd be a bird cage inside, too. Filled with chickadees. Or whatever those little fat ones were. And out back....

He shook his head, bringing himself out of the sudden daydream. Really. Prancing wildlife? That was so not his style. Headless wildlife, maybe. Especially if the 'wildlife' was people. Prancing, never.

Jack skipped around the streets, half wondering if he'd wander into that hulking tree of a female again, cause if he did, he was climbing her, and there was goddamned nothing she was going to say about it. He didn't care if she beat his ass to a bloody pulp after, that didn't matter. He'd laugh the whole time, cause it'd be worth it.

"HARL!" Jack stopped and screamed the name at the top of his lungs. It came out a little louder than he'd thought he was even capable of. Startled himself. Then laughed at himself.

Very few people were wandering around the streets. Probably cause it was late at night. Almost midnight, he figured. Those out were the derelicts and the druggies. His kind of people. Once in a while a happy looking couple walked together hand in hand, going home, or going to some late thingy. He bet not one of them had an explosive anything in their pockets. He did. He had several explosive somethings. He took one of them out. Ordinary looking glass marble, it was. But when he tossed it at a dumpster, it exploded loudly. Jack laughed.

"HARLEY QUINN!" He yelled it again, trying to be louder than the last time. It worked. It hurt his throat, but it worked.

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i_jest
2009-04-08 02:55 am UTC (link)

And he did.

How could he not?

Jack had practically created this woman. Nobody in the world would be able to understand her better than he could. Maybe that's why she pissed him off so much sometimes. Because he knew it was all his doing. Not that he regretted any part of it, no. Not by any means. He also didn't feel bad about it. Harley was his.

The state of her was a ruin. He couldn't even tell what she'd been through just by looking at her. It was certainly more than your typical fight with the Batfuck, that was for sure. Batman didn't use things that burned you. Not normally. Maybe he'd changed his MO in this place. Jack sure had. Kind of.

Okay, not really.

Despite being happy to see her, Jack did his best to pry her off.

"What the hell happened to you? Where's your dangly bell thing?" He tapped the air where it would have been.

"And why the fuck didn't you find me when I put my note up for you. It wasn't like it was small or something."

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i_lovemrj
2009-04-09 04:03 pm UTC (link)

Aw, he’d missed her so much! Her poor baby. How had he been handling things here without her? Harley’s arms tightened around his neck as she squeezed. He’d never have that problem again, because she was here to stay.

“I was comin’, Mr. J,” she explained quickly, her speech pattern slipping into a less structured format. Ends of words were dropped, jargon was sprinkled liberally throughout, and her tone took on a cutesy sing-song that was reserved for him alone. “Soon as I ditched the fuzz, I was comin’ ta find ya. No girl has ever gotten a better love note from her guy, not ever. I was even gonna make some art, y’know, to say thank you. I swiped some of those tree-diggers and was gonna rearrange the park, just for you.”

Then she frowned as she recalled the next bit. “But some glorified chicken shot me. I mean, just zoomed past and shot me for no good reason! I didn’t do nuthin’ to them or anything! Next thing I knew, I was kissin’ a girl.” She hastened to add, “But it didn’t mean anything, Puddin’. I think she drugged me or something. Maybe she was working with the winged freak that shot me. Coulda been. He had wings and she had fangs, and you know how that sort sticks together.”

Her voice dropped to a shameful whisper. “I let her touch my gun.”

The scowl returned full force as she finished her explanation with, “So I blew ‘er up. Well not her, ‘cause she does this healing thing that’s so annoying, but she got all whiny about her clothes. So I set her shoes on fire, but she was still holdin’ on to me, so I got a bit… singed.”

That was putting it mildly.

She shrugged, going back to raining kisses all over his handsome face, no longer that concerned about Karen or the incident in the park. It didn’t matter at all, not now that she had her man back. Everything was going to go right now, she just knew it. They’d turn this City on it’s ear, and live happily ever after, just her and her Puddin’ and…

Harley blurted out, “Where are the babies?”

She’d missed their unusual pets, the completion of their warped little family in her fantasy mind. And if he didn’t have them, then she was marching right back to the zoo and getting some this time. Which reminded her that she’d seen a winged freak there, too. And he had his own fangs. What was it with wings and fangs in this place?

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i_jest
2009-04-15 01:07 am UTC (link)

Huh. So Harley had fallen for some other girl too. That was actually kind of hot, now that he thought about it. He took a long moment to picture Harl kissing another female. The moment stretched. And stretched. A pleased smile crossed Jack's face as he pictured it. Then took it farther than she said it went. They were both wearing boots and gun holsters. Harley's makeup all smeared around, and on various portions of the other female.

It took quite a bit to get Jack out of his own little trance, and when he did, the world was a little fuzzy, and his pants parts were feeling tingly. Just a little.

"I fell for a fairy." The smile changed. Now he pictured Harley and the fairy together. But the fairy was bigger. Or maybe Harley was smaller. Either way, they were the same size. And it was hot.

"I think you'd like her." He could hope, anyway.

"The babies are at the Asylum. I've taken it over, you know. It's all mine. Mine mine mine. I'll let you stay there, I suppose. But you're going to have to clean out the courtyard."

It would probably occur to him later that she'd said something about fangs and blowing somebody up. But at the moment, he was enjoying the thought of the courtyard free of corpses and doing his best to keep from picturing Harl and Tink again.

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i_lovemrj
2009-04-15 12:20 pm UTC (link)

Harley narrowed her eyes.

Then she frowned.

Then her hands went to her hips.

Everything in her demeanor spoke of a woman that was thoroughly displeased. What did he mean he fell for a fairy? Like fell for fell for? Like he loved her? Oh, that was so not happening. And just what was that next comment supposed to mean? He thought she’d like her. Was that a hint that he wanted a threesome? Because that was so, so not happening. Nuh-uh. Nope. No way, no how. Not in this lifetime.

Harley. Did not. Share.

That she’d had an interlude with Karen in the park didn’t even register at that moment. Because now that it was over, it was completely done in her mind, and it didn’t mean anything. But her Puddin’, talking about some other woman and getting that look on his face? That was completely different, and Harl was irked. Actually, she was so green she could’ve given Ivy a run for her money, but she didn’t want to admit she was that jealous. Not jealous. Just… possessive. Mr. J was hers, and she wasn’t lettin’ some two-bit hussy with wings and sparkles get her claws into him. Sounded like a stripper anyway.

If he’d not mentioned the fairy, she probably would have focused a bit more on his choice of abode. Arkham wasn’t exactly her idea of a day at the amusement park, though it did have some romantic significance. After all, it was where she met the love of her life. So if she were thinking a little more clearly, she might have even gone as far as to picture it as their little love nest now that he’d taken it over. She might have squealed and told him just how touching it was that he’d picked the place where they’d met to set up house. She might have smushed him and kissed him some more, just because it really was sort of sentimental.

Instead, she waved a hand, dismissing the clean up of the courtyard, not even aware of what she was supposed to be cleaning up. It didn’t really matter. “Yeah, okay, whatever, I’ll get a bulldozer.” Not that she knew how to drive one, but if a vehicle could be driven, Harl could figure out how to move it.

“Whad’ya mean, you ‘fell for a fairy?’ And just where might one find her if one were lookin’ for such a person?”

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i_jest
2009-04-20 07:53 pm UTC (link)

"Just like you fell for some woman and let her touch your gun." He idly pointed it out, trying to shake himself from the visions of Harley and another woman going at it. There were many things that Jack knew in his heart of hearts she would never really go for, not even if he asked nicely, but it didn't mean that he couldn't construct them in his thoughts, did it? She couldn't stop him from having fantasies.

Maybe she could, if she hit him really hard over the head.

"I don't think you can get a bulldozer into the courtyard, Harl. It won't fit through the front doors. And I won't have you destroying my asylum. I've worked hard to keep that place, you know. it's not as if Batfuck and his Buttfriends are just letting me have it because I want it. You know they actually think they're going to use it, as an actual asylum. I can't even count how many times I've had to kill everybody inside just to get it back."

Not that killing everybody was anything less than a delightfully good time. Jack had thought of filling it all up again just so he could empty it. Though disposing of the bodies was tedious and boring. However, now that he had Harley, he could just make her do that.

"Those stupid butterflies were good for nothing. Cowardly. And twitchy. No stomach for fun."

It seemed like an awful lot of his associates were bug-shaped these days.

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i_lovemrj
2009-04-21 06:19 pm UTC (link)

“Oh they were good for a laugh now and then. Why when I was hangin’ off the Bat, they…” Harley trailed off as she realized what he’d just done. The switch he’d just pulled. Oooooh, he was a sneaky man. Which was just one of the many, many reasons she loved him. But he was her sneaky man, and that’s the way it was gonna stay! She’d just take care of this right now.

Her finger twitched back and forth in a no-no motion under his nose as she leaned close, her eyes narrowing. “Oh no. Don’t you try that with me. Don’t go changin’ the subject. Who is this fairy? Whatsername? Where does she live?”

It wasn’t the same thing at all. Her and Karen and him and the fairy. For one thing, she was pretty sure Karen wasn’t a stripper. But that fairy probably was. She wore a costume and she was covered in glitter, that said stripper. And if she thought she was gettin’ a chance to dance on her Puddin’s pole, the tart had another thing comin’. For another thing… well… there was…

It just wasn’t the same!

“Tell ya what, I’ll get one of those little bobcats, y’know, with the little bucket on the front. That’ll work better than a bulldozer right?” she asked in conversational tones. “Then you can tell me just where to find this little pixie of yours.”

Her voice turned hard and sharp as her volume rose. “And I’ll run her over with the bobcat! Then I’ll take that bucket and smash!” Her fist smacked against the palm of her other hand each time she said it, demonstrating just how she’d get the job done. “And smash! And smash! Until she’s just little sparkly, pulpy BITS!”

Harley took a deep breath, gave him a sweet smile, and finished in dulcet tones. “Then I’ll just clean up the court yard and we can have a nice happy home. Just you and me and the babies. Okay?”

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i_jest
2009-04-22 06:29 pm UTC (link)

Jack smiled at Harley.

She was always going to be overpossessive, he knew. She was always going to want to hurt anybody who he looked at in any way besides murderously. And who knew, maybe she wanted to hurt those people too just because he looked at them, but it just fit into his plans anyway.

"She's a fairy, I don't know. Her name is Tink, and I have no idea where she lives. Do fairies live places? Or do they just live in flowers?"

Jack wrapped an arm around Harley and started to walk her back toward the asylum. There was a smile on his face because this was Harley. And he had a better feeling about this Harley than any of the others. Would this one be upset if he told her about the others? He'd have to try that later, just to see.

"I don't think you should smoosh her. She's just a little bug thing. We'll have a nice happy home just you me and the babies without you smashing her, okay?"

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i_lovemrj
2009-04-22 09:05 pm UTC (link)

Harley stopped dead. She could feel the jerk in his arm when she halted, but she wasn’t moving. She was deceptively strong and fast from whatever that stuff was in that injection that Ivy had given her. If she didn’t want to be moved, she wasn’t moving.

“Okay. Let me get this straight,” she began. “I’m being all cute and jealous. And I want to cause mayhem and squishing. And you… don’t want me to? You want me to leave her alone? Is that right?”

That could only mean two things. Either Mr. J had a real soft spot for the fairy, which Harley refused to accept because she was the only one for him. She knew it. He was hers. So either he liked the pixie so much he wanted to save her, or…

Or he was an imposter.

Harl’s eyes narrowed and she put two hands on his chest, shoving herself away from him rather brutally. “Who are you and what have you done with my Puddin’?”

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i_jest
2009-04-28 05:20 pm UTC (link)

Jack frowned at her.

"Harl, don't make me hit you." He shook his head. "It's got nothing to do with me not being me. I happen to like the little bug woman and I don't want you to squish her. Pick anybody else in this place and you can squish them in her stead. But she glows, Harl. And she taught me how to fly."

His answer was part petulant child and part dreamy crush.

"We've got a lot of people in this place to torment, and I think it'd be better for you if you didn't argue with me on this point. I would hate to have to throw you out in your underwear again."

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i_lovemrj
2009-04-29 04:15 pm UTC (link)

Harley very easily dismissed the threat of physical violence. He smacked her all the time. He was a passionate guy, her Puddin’. What she couldn’t dismiss was what he was saying about this fairy.

Or the way he was saying it.

He was all dreamy and mushy and it wasn’t over her! It was about some… some… BUG! It was somewhat horrific for her to see him get this emotional and sentimental over somebody other than herself. Especially since he didn’t do it over herself. He wasn’t mushy about her. He wasn’t lovey-dovey. He showed he loved and needed her in other ways, and Harley’d always been good with that. Until now.

Her face grew progressively more angry and hurt as he spoke, until he made his final threat. At that point, all she could do was mutter, “Wasn’t underwear. It was lingerie.”

Lingerie that she’d stolen to entice him. That she’d wanted to use to show him how much he meant to her. And he’d tossed her out on her head. And now he was talking about this thing that made him fly like she was the best thing since sliced bread? Oh, no. No. Harley wasn’t having it. Not any of it.

She gave him the sweetest smile in her arsenal, and chirped, “Whatever you say, Mr. J.”

He didn’t want to hear about her squishing the fairy? That was fine. She just wouldn’t tell him about it when she did it. But it was still gettin’ done.

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