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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 22:47:58 GMT -5
"Dr. Quinzel," she corrected automatically.
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Post by The Joker on Jul 23, 2008 22:57:18 GMT -5
"Harley," he retorted with a slight bow of his head. "Harley Quinn."
His tongue again protruded from his mouth before he continued with a quiet but drawn-out "Haaarley" in a sing-song voice. The Joker's hand tightened around hers, holding it in place as he breathed out her truncated name.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 23:03:59 GMT -5
"If you insist," she relented.
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Post by The Joker on Jul 23, 2008 23:18:42 GMT -5
"So, Harley. Babe. Sweet cheeks." He pressed her hand to his lips, suddenly wondering to what extent the girl would give in to his demands and inquiries.
"What are you doing in an asylum? I mean, you're squandering your talent. Your potential."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 23:22:57 GMT -5
"You poor thing," she said again, ignoring his question, utterly floored by the fact that he was kissing her hand. "I've never seen someone so started for affection."
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Post by The Joker on Jul 25, 2008 17:38:29 GMT -5
"'Starved for affection'?" the Joker echoed. His eyes gleamed maliciously as he promptly lowered her hand from his lips to seize her arm, dragging the rest of her body towards him. "I don't think so, darling. If I wanted to, I could dessicate this world of its affection, adoration, admiration; take your pick.
"It just might be you so 'starved for affection'. You... want me--and you know it."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 25, 2008 20:58:04 GMT -5
She tried to pull her hand away.
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Post by The Joker on Jul 26, 2008 1:09:50 GMT -5
The Joker made a face and only tightened his grip on her arm.
"What?" he drawled. "Now you don't like me? I don't think you have a choice here, Harley." He snatched a knife from within the folds of his garish purple coat and held it to the girl's cheek. "Now, I don't want to hurt you. Far from it. But if you're not gonna cooperate..."
He drew his finger across his throat ominously.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 26, 2008 2:47:10 GMT -5
"Please don't-" she began, terrified but unwilling to call for help. No, that would only make things worse, and quite possibly provoke him. She let her posture loosen a little, and she smiled weakly, like she always had for her father. Come on, princess, smile for Daddy.
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Post by The Joker on Jul 26, 2008 16:45:55 GMT -5
He removed the knife but maintained a firm grasp on her arm.
"Only joking, sweetie. Wanted to see how well you did under pressure. You know what I think? I think you'd make a fine accomplice.
"How 'bout it?"
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 26, 2008 16:49:46 GMT -5
"What!?"
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Post by The Joker on Jul 26, 2008 16:56:16 GMT -5
The Joker chuckled.
"Fine. All things come with time..." He let her loose and turned his back to her. "Why don't you get some rest, Doctor? You'll be having a hell of a time with me over the next few days."
He turned his head and grinned.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 26, 2008 16:57:13 GMT -5
"I'll... I'll check on you later," she said finally. "Goodbye."
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Post by The Joker on Jul 26, 2008 17:00:57 GMT -5
The Joker grinned at her retreating figure, running a hand through his grungy hair.
Suddenly, things had just become more entertaining.
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Post by The Joker on Jul 26, 2008 21:18:38 GMT -5
*A FEW DAYS LATER*
The orderlies wheeled in the Joker and removed him from his restraints warily before exiting and securing the cell door with several locks.
"You don't trust me?" he asked as they quickly padded away.
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