"Stop playing around, little doll and pick a side," Scarecrow whispered against the flesh of her neck before sucking on it. "Before I bore of you."
He wanted the girl on his side, standing next to him as his harvest queen, but the little blond idiot had too many ties to Joker, and now apparently to the idiot heroes of this world.
None of that would do him any good.
He sucked harder on her neck, intent to mark her, to claim her as his, Joker and Captain whatever's be damned. His little Harlequin doll.