@TheUltimateDilf < All the brains of Harleen were trapped within a straight jacket just like she has many times in the past.
God did she hate her time in Arkham Asylum....
{Closed starter for @TheUltimateDilf}
(Takes place in another timeline following the death of joker and ivy)
Harley has just escaped Arkham, sitting alone in one of the last hideouts her and her fallen lover shared. The lights were off and the place was slowly collecting dust.>
@TheUltimateDilf < Harley's voice carried a heavy to them, unwilling to let his mind games get to her. She knew this tatic, he taught her it in class, reward to control.
She wasn't stupid and he should keep that in mind. Harleen was still in there but not in the way he thinks. >
@KillerHilarity Giggles erupt from her ruby lips as she places a bleached hand onto the lapel of his coat.
"Just peachy would yah believe?!" She blurts out, her voice hinting at the need for his approval, even still.
@0ne_Big_Joke < back ground music as wretched as they are.
It was a sick twisted romance but for the first time it actually felt like a romantic gesture.
It was wild.
@0ne_Big_Joke <a fun time getting it all out.
She didn't mind waiting quietly as he did his work. It was something she realized they both do now. Simply enjoying be beside each other, even if one is busy getting blood splatters around the room. The tortured screams were like >
@TheUltimateDilf < beloved Puddin, passing on the chaos and keeping it going in his honor.
Oh and using Joker Venom to get into the morgue, just for kicks. Technically she wouldn't kill anyone, the gas did.
@TheUltimateDilf < do a bit of body snatching for her own sick pleasure with the professor she used to sleep with and ultimately fucked over. Who knows maybe instead of trying to save her, she'll end up showing him a whole new and exciting world.
That would be the best gift to give her >