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“Puddin’ I was only kiddin,” Harley’s generally triumphant tone escaped her plump crimson lips as nothing more than a whimper as she collapsed to the ground. Blonde and black mane hung in blood soaked clumps around her porcelain face and the ex-psychiatrist’s terrifyingly angelic features were littered with welts and bruises. Trembling the clown princess frantically attempted to collect her footing and scramble to her feet however the moment the girl’s tightly corseted body and leather clad stems arose from the cement a crowbar met the back of her knee caps. Her head collided with the floor creating a harsh cracking sound that bounced wildly off the decrepit walls.
“ Kidding?! ” The Joker shrieked in an octave that managed to tone out Harley’s cries of agony. Rushing to her side he released the crowbar and laced his dark leather cloaked fingers through one of the many dog collars that rested upon her hickey infested neck. The man’s eyes, glittering with an alarming amount of both delirium and animosity, remained wide and fixated on the heap of a human that lay at his feet. Jack-o-lantern scars contorted accordingly as the brute cracked a grin.
“Kidding…” He repeated more collectedly, lifting Harley’s petite frame into the air by her collar. Bringing her face to meet his own chalky smirk he paused for a moment to admire her beauty distort as the leather band pressed against her windpipe. Giving his girl an impressed up and down he couldn’t help but giggle at her dock martens writhing in desperation.
“Mista….h….jayyy…,” She sobbed, dark makeup rolling down her cheeks onto the sleeves of his new suit.
“ Don’t’ you know by now Harls that you can’t ‘kid’ a kidder,” the last few words were whispered sweetly in her ear as if he were confiding in her the inner workings of his mangled heart. With a tenderly placed kiss upon her cheek he released his grip on her and beamed as she collapsed into a tiny heap upon the ground. Quite proud of his work Gotham’s greatest antagonist scanned the walls of the old abandoned factory the duo had remodeled into a hide out and exited the room, leaving Harley alone for a moment to catch her breathe.
‘ All I was ask’n was if we could do sumt’n special,’ the girl thought while trying desperately to choke down her sobs. ‘ Aft’a all, it is mistah Jay and I’s anniversary in’a few days. I thought maybe we could have some laughs or play with B man or….have a nice dinner,’ the thoughts of her relationship’s future tormented her mind. ‘ I know the Boss has a’big plan for this week but….a girl can dream….right….’ quivering limbs slowly pulled themselves from the ground, her body was not quite as used to the constant abuse as her spirit had become. While this was not an unusual interaction between the two it did seem like as the date of their three year anniversary and the Joker’s big plan approached the beatings had become increasingly more frequent and violent. Wiping her swollen eyes and brushing her luscious gold and ebony locks away from her face Harley prepared to go spend the night with Ivy, perhaps she would know what to do….or at least know how to keep her safe until whatever had gotten into the Joker had settled down.
“Harley!” The thunderous bellow of the man’s voice caused the girl to instinctively withdraw her lollipop handled razor blade. Something had taken a hold of the Joker’s mind and the young girl knew by now, what was emotional torture for the Boss was physical torture for herself. Her steps were silent and agile, something that only decades of gymnastics could make possible. She intended to answer his call, however this time she was ready to defend herself, she was ready to run and more importantly ready to attack. Twisting through the shadows she finally caught sight of her dearly beloved. Long lashed orbs began to refill with tears and her blade fell with a high-pitched ‘clink’ on the ground. The psychopath stood in the middle of the dimly lit room cradling two crystal glasses of what appeared to be champagne.
“Puddin!” She squealed, rushing to his side and tossing her still bleeding arms around his waist. Stumbling slightly the Joker chuckled at his companion’s excitement.
“ Poo, you know I hate it when I don’t see that lovely smile of yours,” he cooed, cradling her face gently in his palm. Handing her a glass he brought his equally as crimson lips to meet her own. “No more questions about next week, ok princess?” Harley’s nod was carried out so enthusiastically the poor thing nearly broke her neck. “ Now, a toast to what’s to come!”
All right so this will be (obviously) a Gotham based Rp and will require of you several things:
- Long and thought out post (preferably at an advanced level)
- At least some Batman knowledge and knowledge of the Joker and Harley’s relationship.
- You need to be able to play a multitude of characters (which we can divvy up accordingly once we’ve sorted things out)
- I have no limits. There will be violence, offensive language, sex, all the good stuff…if you cannot handle that please do not response to this post.
As far as plot goes the Joker is planning something BIG and while I want obvious plot progression between Harley and the Joker it all needs to more or less be centered around this new idea the Joker is scheming up.
I’m willing to play either Harley or the Joker and am considering revising this and also posting it as a group rp, so don’t be alarmed if you see this posted twice.
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I would love to do this but I've never participated in anything classified as "advanced" and would not want to make this poor thing suffer. However, if you choose to do this by thread, I'll be interested to see how this plays out.
Originally Posted by Bladewind
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