"I'm not really sure what's normal for me, anymore, J. Things are changing so quickly." Truthfully, things had changed in the blink of an eye, not that she was complaining. She was seemingly happier, or perhaps the proper word was content. Still, she didn't know what true happiness was. Maybe it didn't exist in this world. Regardless, she was somewhat done searching for something especially if it didn't exist. If she continued living her life the way she pleased, her true feelings would find her. "A world with just you and I?" she asked with a coy smile. "Are you sure that'd be something you'd be interesed in? There'd be no more Batsy to toy with.. Just lil' ol' me." She wasn't even sure if she could stay sane in a world where it was just her and another.. What was she talking about? Either way, she still wasn't sane.
Jokers words echoed through Harley mind as if her head was an empty room. "You can never be too careful..." and suddenly, she began to doubt everything she had done as well as the way she had done it. What if she had left something behind? Running through the steps she had taken in her head once again, she let out a deep breath. As far as she could think, she would be fine. However, would that same confidence run thick when they were questioning her? Other than the fact that one more murder added to J's list would literally be taken as a grain of sand compared to some of the other things he had organized in the past, Harleen was still having a hard time understanding just why.. He would tell her that if need be, he could take the blame.. He was psychotic though, and although she was too, they were far from being the same kind of crazy, and she did not believe that she would ever understand his actions. "Well.. How sweet of you, J.." she told him, squinting at him for a moment almost as if she was attempting to figure him out.
Harleen stood every so slowly, bringing her shoulders back she practically allowed her white lab coat to fall off of her shoulders. Carefully, she removed one of the sleeves, pulling the other one off as carefully as the previous one. Laying her jacket across her desk she unbuttoned the first button on her dark blue button-up shirt. Her full outfit was now revealed, although it wasn't much, it gave him more to look at than just a silly white coat. "You're right.. It was rather stuffy, if I do say so myself.." she told him as she pulled her hair back and sat back in her chair. "Hmm.. And what would you prefer that I do now, J?" she asked him. She had proven that she was very eager to help him out of here.. What kind of psychiatrist would play these kinds of mind games with her patient? She was vindictive, but did not see herself as being that vindictive. "Anything." she told him rather quietly. "Any test, anything.. I'm willing to show you who I really am." she practically begged. "I'll do anything to prove to you that I am trustworthy.." she promised him, almost hopeful.
"Help you... get the lipstick off." she told him with a wink, hoping that he would understand that she was joking, and that she was willing to help him no matter what the need be. She wanted to kiss him again, in fact, she never wanted to stop. However, she knew it wasn't wise to continue this way for the likelihood of them being caught was high, and that was something she had no explanation for.
"I'll prove it as soon as I figure out a way that's equally as exhilarating as the feeling that comes over me when I see your face." she flirted, hoping that she wasn't taking it too far. "What about your heart, J? Does it lie with anyone other than yourself?" She knew his answer would more than likely be yes, that his heart was his and his only, and for whatever reason, she was okay with that.. For now.
Glancing upwards, she caught a glimpse of black hair and.. A stache... She let out a deep sigh as he peered into her office, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head when he saw she was in her office with no other than.. The Joker. It seemed like the only case that she focused on anymore, and perhaps it was. After all, was it not the most important? Picking up her papers off her desk and organizing the a bit, she noticed how Mendez practically stared at her through her window, that was, until she "playfully" waved him off... Ugh, he was so.. Cringy. If he wasn't careful, he'd be next! "You know.. Mendez only assigned me your case because he knew I'd been itching to have my hands on you.. And.. He has a bit of a crush on me. Who would've thought, right?" she had to wonder why she had never used that to her advantage before.
PieknyMotyl
Harley in the future when she sees Dr. Mendez in the streets of Arkham w/ Joker
Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 1:03 pm
Some men aren't looking for anything logical They can't be bought or bullied or negotiated with.
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the natural order and everything becomes c h a o s.
Things changed all the time, which was ironically not out of the ordinary. The Joker revelled in change- when it was positive for him- and when it wasn’t he usually made the best out of a bad situation. J had definitely noticed a change in the woman in front of him, even in the past few days. It was insane to imagine how easy it had been to get her wrapped around his little finger- all he needed to do now was tie her in a knot so she couldn’t escape. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do with her once he was out- for he didn’t know how useful she would be. Perhaps he planned to merely dump her as soon as she met her expiry date. His mind imagined a world alone with just one other person, and almost recoiled. Not because it was with Harley- but simply because he would be so bored. However, he could always play with Harley- though he doubted she would be half as much fun. Without Batman, crime had no punchline! “It would be… interesting,” Was all he said, with a thoughtful expression. He would truly hate being alone. Regardless of his narcissistic attitude, he still required admirers and audiences for him to have purpose.
J very much hoped she had been very careful, for if they gathered conclusive evidence that it was her she would be incarcerated just like he and he would not be able to save her a**. However as someone who had spent her life delving into the minds of the criminally insane he was sure she would have taken extra precautions. He could hope anyway. The Joker could remember the days when he had to take this extra bit of care not to get caught. When he didn’t want to get caught. It was a few months into his new career, when the papers nicknamed him ‘Joker’ that he started leaving his trademark card at crime scenes to shout out to the world that it was him. The card had always been a clue, as to who he was, as J’s former self had died during the robbery of a playing card factory. Though nobody had ever caught on. It was possible that one day they would. Maybe one day he would tell his story- when he was old and weary. Or perhaps he would just die with his secrets and identity intact. “What can I say? It’s in my blood!” He joked with a laugh, both of them understanding that in no way was the Joker ‘sweet’.
The Joker watched with enthusiasm as the coat dropped elegantly off her shoulders. His breathing grew heavier as she continued, undoing the top button of her navy-blue shirt. With his eyes he traced her features, taking the time to ponder each section of her body. She was incredibly beautiful, more so than he had noticed before. He was in fact, so distracted that he barely noticed her speaking, only looking up when she asked what he wanted her to do next. He smiled up at her, the glint of a demon in his eyes as he thought, coming up with ideas in his mind. Harley continued, claiming that she would do anything for him, to prove herself. Despite previously deciding to wait until things had calmed down, J decided that perhaps it would be best to move whilst there was so much chaos. It would be unexpected, and they wouldn’t be waiting for him. Distracted by Harley’s murder. With this decision in mind, J looked up at the woman in front of him, taking a moment before speaking. “I need you to get me something,” He whispered to her, leaning in slightly so she could hear him better. “I need a machine gun,” He spoke clearly though his words were hushed. J very much hoped that when he received said gun, that he would have the opportunity to kill his least favourite doctor. When he had finished he smiled, laughing as though it were a joke- but it wasn’t. If Harley could get him a gun, and hand it over then he would trust her. For the time being at least. Once she had got the gun, he would command her to stay in her office, perhaps he would shoot her in the shoulder for dramatic effect. Not lethal though…. J frowned, had she already got this hold over him? Perhaps he would have to eventually do something about that. Once she had given him the gun, he would no longer need her. With that in mind he spoke again. “Oh… and your pass key,” He smiled gingerly, knowing that she could say no at any point. Though J had been kind thus far, and he had multiple ways of getting her to do what he wanted if seducing her failed.
The Joker rolled his eyes at her comment, noting that she was taking his question very literally- which the Joker himself very rarely did. Ask him a question and usually you would receive three equally difficult questions in return or perhaps a joke. It depended on his mood. From her tone however, he noted that she was in fact Joking, which was something he could at least comprehend. They had to be more careful now, as anyone could peer in at any time.
J smiled up at her. “My my I am flattered,” He commented quickly. Either she was faking this, or she was already deeply in love with a psychopath. If anyone had been watching they may perhaps sigh, ‘poor Harley’ they would say, but likely wouldn’t care enough to do anything about it. That’s what people were like, humans. They only cared when people were watching. Take any dystopian film that had ever been- when worst comes to worst, humans always imagine that they would eat each other. Their compassion only stretched so far. “If you can find my heart it’s yours,” He smirked at her knowing very well that he kept it hidden, locked behind closed doors of a metaphorical vault. His heart was definitely his, though he felt as though part of it was melting and leaking through the crack in the door. More and more as he talked to Harley. The feeling confused him, in fact any feeling that wasn’t voluntary was a cause for concern and J was particularly concerned regarding Harley Quinn. He just hoped she didn’t take his offer as a challenge.
J noted when Harley looked behind him. Assuming that Mendez was once again watching them- suspicious as always. He smirked looking to Harley as she waved the male off. “Perhaps you could prove your loyalty by killing him,” He joked with a sigh, not really suggesting it as an option. However, he didn’t voice this aloud for he wouldn’t be adverse to Harley getting her moral revenge on the man who appeared to be… jealous. J had killed people for reasons such as this, and he would again and again to anyone whom bothered him- and he would expect any companion to do the same.
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leaning even further, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered to her. "But I believe that you... Could be the key here, steal his heart, I'm sure he won't be the first man to change for you." he said, pulling back. "Thank you.. Sir." she told him before he nodded, giving her a wink before leaving "
Once again, an answer that answered nothing and everything all at the same time. Typical Joker, he never seemed to want to give too much away at any given point. Straight answers weren't his thing, he wanted her to think about it. "Interestingly boring, you mean?" she asked him as she squinted. She couldn't quite figure if she too, would be bored. Would she eventually grow tired of J? Who knew. She was staring right at him, but at the same time not looking at him at all. She was staring off, deep in thought about not much at all. Although she was listening, it was almost as if she was only half there. Like that stage of sleep where your body is asleep, but you can hear everything that is going on around you. This more than likely happened because of the amount of exhaustion she was undergoing. Typically, Harleen got anywhere from 8-12 hours of sleep. Sleep was something that she very much enjoyed, but with such a busy night as well as an equally busy day.. It was something she had to put on the back burner for at least a day.
"Yeah, of course, anything." she responded as he told her that he needed her to retrieve something for him. It wasn't really until J told her what he had wanted from her that Harleen began to snap out of it, her eyes widening as she was almost in disbelief of what he was asking of her. "A um.. A machine gun?" she asked. Where the hell was she to get a machine gun?! She would do it.. But how. There were many ways, however she was trying to think of the easiest way to get through the doors with such a big piece of weaponry without someone catching on to her. Never had she even contemplated telling J that it was out of the question, for she was already dedicated. There was not a lot that was certain about this whole situation, but if one thing was sure, it was that Harleen had never been known as a quitter and she would make it her goal to get J what he had asked her for. Lastly... He asked for her pass key. That was easy enough, all she had to do was tell Mendez that she had left hers at home and he would print her up a new one in five seconds flat. The man really was all too trusting of her. "I can do it.. But where would I even go about getting a machine gun at?.." she asked him as she reached for her lab coat, pulling her pass key out of her pocket and slowly sliding it across the table and over to him. She stood for a short moment, walking over to her door and closing the blinds that covered the small window. Her heels clicked against the hard floor of her office, and she chuckled to herself as she grabbed the pass key off the table once more and sneakily stuck it in the pocket of J's pants. "Don't do anything too drastic with it, just yet." she told him with a smirk. With just that key, he could easily escape. However, at this point it was obvious that that would not be half as extravagant as whatever else he had planned.
"Is flattered truly the word that you're looking for?" she asked, letting out a sarcastic sigh. She was almost giving mixed signals, but she knew how she felt about the man in front of her. She'd do anything, as long as he just asked. "Oh, so it's hidden now?" she asked, raising a brow. She would not take what he was telling her as a challenge, but more so a... Proposal, a suggestion, if you will. "Well, I'm looking forward to opening that cage and finding out just who you are J." she told him, honestly. Despite feeling like so much more than just his Psychiatrist, Harleen was still so interested in what made his tick. The only difference was that now, she had a different reason to be interested.
"Killing Mendez?" Harleen whispered with a chuckle. She had to hope that he was joking, for that was a murder that they would definitely look into rather harshly. Not that he was liked by any of his staff, he was just.. Important, to an extent, anyways. "As much as I would love to, perhaps I should leave that to you. He's too fun for me to play with." She was being honest, too. She enjoyed making him completely and utterly flustered from time to time, and half the time all it took was a certain look, or an unbuttoned button on her shirt.
Harleen had to know if she was part of some kind of plot.. A scheme. She didn't want to be used and then throw to the side. "Are you being genuine about all of this.. J?" she asked him as she bit down on her lower lip nervously. "Because I'm not someone who likes to be used.." she told him, her tone of voice almost taking a threatening stance. "And I might have to punish you for being a bad boy if I help you and you toss me out.. And I don't wanna do that, J..." she continued, her lower lip sticking out. Crazy fighting against crazy was never a good mixture.
PieknyMotyl
Harley in the future when she sees Dr. Mendez in the streets of Arkham w/ Joker
Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 12:20 pm
Some men aren't looking for anything logical They can't be bought or bullied or negotiated with.
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the natural order and everything becomes c h a o s.
J could tell that Harley was deep in thought. He wished he could hear what her voices were saying to her. Now that would be something interesting. J was no psychiatrist, but the human mind fascinated him, what made people tick. What made people guilty for example. He would give anything to delve into her brain, as much so as he assumed she wanted to go into his. She need not worry however, as he was sure she would soon get an insight into what truly made him tick. J merely smiled at her comment, for she was very much correct. Boring. Dull. How could he perform without an audience? Although Harley could be useful to him, she was no Batman. Honestly, J believed that he was prepared to let the game play on forever, since they were his rules.
The Joker could see the shock in her eyes when she realised what he had requested. Yes, he was very much aware she was perhaps expecting him to say something along the lines of a candy bar, or something easy to apprehend. But alas, no, things were never so easy with him in the room. It would be amusing watching such a dainty woman haul into the Asylum such a large weapon. He watched her own thought process, her eyes wide as she considered the possibilities. If it were the Joker, he would merely carry it through the door in a large bag. He doubted that she would be searched, she was a trusted member of this institute- the perfect cover. He wouldn’t give her any of his ideas regardless, he wanted to see for himself how she would do it. J was however, kind enough to tell her where to find a machine gun knowing that a middle-class woman such as herself probably didn’t have great access. “Victory St. House number 3. Ask for Dott.” He explained to her. Dott was a young male in his early twenties, who had recently taken over his father’s little black market weapons business when he died, which he currently ran in his basement. J had managed to convince him to always provide him with free weaponry, and of course his silence, in exchange for his life. Of course these terms would be void once Dott became useless. He paused, looking up to glance around her room, his eyes lingering on the book that rested on her desk under a pile of papers. “Page thirteen.” He said as though it were an instruction. Tucked between pages twelve and thirteen, lay a playing card. His playing card. He had left it there when he left the rose, all those weeks ago. The card would serve as his insurance, that their plan would not be hindered by a man who didn’t believe Harleen to be working with the Joker. The card would be enough to frighten him into handing over a simple machine gun- with sufficient ammo. “Take it, It will get you a gun,” He smiled up at her with enthusiasm. J was always prepared, always three steps ahead- even when he never had a concrete plan. He always considered every possibility and accounted for it. After looking her up and down once more, he noted her rather distinct blonde hair was quite recognisable- and J had said nothing about turning in his men- in fact he had actively encouraged it. With a deep sigh he spoke. "It might be wise... to wear a disguise," He advised, ignoring the fact that his words has rhymed.
The Joker watched as she grabbed the pass from her coat, and slid it across the table. He glanced at it briefly- secretly ensuring it was what she claimed it was- before watching her get up out of her seat. She closed the blinds, which was probably a wise idea- though it could increase suspicion. He smirked as she felt her hands put the key into his pocket, warning him not to do anything too drastic as of yet. His smile widened. So, she wanted to play the game to? And she wanted to play the premium version. With just this pass key- he was free, but he wanted to take everything one step further. “I promise…” J whispered, to her whilst her face was still close to his. And he wouldn’t, he was if anything a man of his word. From here, he could smell her perfume. It smelled rich and nice, he could inhale that scent all day if he could.. just to remind himself of Harley.
He tilted his head to the side as she spoke. “Yes,” He responded curtly, and he was not lying either. J was narcissistic above anything else, and enjoyed it very much so when someone else shared that passion for himself. Although ‘flattered’ might not be the right word completely- it was the best he could do with something as limited as the English language. Oh yes, his heart was very hidden, so much so that J was sure even he couldn’t find it if he wanted to. “I’d certainly love to see you try,” He smirked, his words slow as he presented her with this challenge.
Although the Joker had been joking, he was still annoyed that she had denied one of his ‘requests’. He held his breath for a moment, hoping that she knew he had been joking. She had to do everything he said, as he said it. Perhaps she was teasing him, in full knowledge that he was a sociopathic, controlling psychopath. Was she pushing his buttons, hoping that one of them would make him eject? “I’d kill anyone for you Harley,” He smirked up at her, easing up a little. He couldn’t let her win if she was teasing him or not, he had to be in control all the time- it was the only thing that made him comfortable.
Her question did not surprise him in the slightest. She was one smart cookie on a plate of custard cream’s. She too it seemed had her doubts. He frowned at her for a moment, as though he was disappointed in her for her distrust- though in reality he could completely understand- and was actually kind of proud. It seemed that all it would take to console her was his word. Nobody liked being used, that was the whole point, if people just did as you asked then there would be no need! He waited until she had finished, noticing her shift between nervous girl as she bit her lip, to playful Harley as she lightly threatened him. J stared at her with a smirk on his face, his face lowered as he looked up at her slightly “Maybe I want you to punish me,” He whispered, sneakily avoiding the question by playing upon her threat. She would just have to trust him. Considering it himself, he was curious as to what she would do when he inevitable did ‘toss her out’ as she put it. Again he refused to give a straight answer, preferring to use hypothetical terminology to refer to the future… and the past as he always did.
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leaning even further, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered to her. "But I believe that you... Could be the key here, steal his heart, I'm sure he won't be the first man to change for you." he said, pulling back. "Thank you.. Sir." she told him before he nodded, giving her a wink before leaving "
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