❖ fo·lie à deux ❖

origin story for anothermansrhubarb

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Harley lay in her bed with her eyes wide awake as her mind replayed over and over what she’d just seen. She flinched as the shoe hit her door hard and swallowed before calling out. ❝I-I’m trying to sleep!❞ She paused, realizing how not asleep she sounded before looking over to the untouched bag of food. At the top she could see the two individually wrapped egg rolls, the phallic shape of them not making its way past her. ❝But... I think... yeah, I... there’s a couple in here...❞

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Harley gasped quietly as the syringe was revealed. Harley had spotted track marks on her roommate on more than one occasion, knowing well that she was one to take on any whim that approached her. Still, she found herself unable to look away until she had been spotted. Large blue eyes widened and she found herself struggling for words... and oxygen before she turned to fumble with closing her door. Practiced steps carried her to her bed where she managed to dive beneath the blankets, abandoning her food on the nightstand, ignoring the piles of books that surrounded her as she quickly turned off her lamp.

find what you love and let it kill you

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Harley sniffed at the air despite herself as the scent of her belated supper wafted into her room. Harley couldn’t help but to hear what was happening in the room just across from hers. She was alarmed and her heart raced at the realization that Astrid’s door hadn’t closed completely. The sound was enough to cause her cheeks to flush red in embarrassment. Harley found herself in a difficult position. She needed to stand, needed to close her door. Instead, she found herself paralyzed in nervousness. Finally, she found herself counting to three, taking a deep breath, and quickly standing to her feet. She moved in a rushed sort of way, only pausing to grab the food just outside of her door when she found her eyes looking up at the scene. An oddly warm sensation spread from her reddened face throughout the rest of her body as her eyes filled with more than her poor mind could handle in that moment. Once again, she found herself to feel almost frozen in place.

origin story for anothermansrhubarb

❖░▒ loveinthetimeofincubi:

He’s tall, lanky, white as the moon. His hair is dyed green. He has piercings, tattoos. His pants are black leather, torn to shreds, as if they’ve been cut off a Hell’s Angel. They’re held together, mostly, by safety pins. His green pubic hair sticks out of the top. A Joker smiles out at the world just above that, so that someone blowing him would look into those eyes. Drum sticks stick out of his back pocket.

His hand and long fingers cover Astrid Moon’s ass, his girlfriend and Harleen Quinzell’s room mate. Astrid keeps swatting him away, and he laughs a little and smiles like it’s all a joke, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers pull her thong a little out of the back of her jeans. With his other hand he’s carrying take out Chinese food.

“Don’t worry, girls… I brought home the bacon…” He laughs, stepping out of the elevator. “Got a lot of home work tonight, Quinny? We won’t get in your way…”

@anothermansrhubarb

To say that her appearance was a strong contrast to that of her company would be an almost humourous understatement. She was plain, barely wearing any makeup at all. This was a persona rather different than the gymnast who could often be seen perfecting her techniques on the uneven bars until she was covered in bruises while her muscles cried out in unison for her to stop.

This was the student. This was the young woman whose messy hair and thick rimmed glasses would provide a minuscule sense of safety, covering her face unless a competitive circumstance forced her to do otherwise.

Blue eyes rose reluctantly from one of many book piles that decorated her side of the room. They would definitely need to be straightened before she could fall asleep some time the next morning. Her sleep, however, would not last long as her daily practice regimen allowed very little time for beauty rest when combined with her studies and impractical self-expectations.

The smell of food caused her stomach to simultaneously lurch and contract while her mind convinced her that she’d already eaten enough that day. Quickly dropping her eyes again to avoid prolonged eye contact. ❝I have an exam in two weeks and a paper due next month. I think I’ve procrastinated enough.❞ She almost made a face at his seemingly empty promise. ❝I’m sure.❞

#scaredofbats #i've missed writing with you

❖░▒ scaredofbats:

@anothermansrhubarb liked for a starter.

MANY MONTHS HAD PASSED since he had allowed her to come stay with him, just so he could help her regain the LIFE she had once had, life before the JOKER.

Of course, she’d occasionally slip up, and commit a crime or two, but he would not judge her. He’d bail her out, and take her back to his place, and begin rehabilitating her once more. He just wanted to see her get better, to see her FINALLY become the person she once was again. Sitting beside the former criminal, he looks directly at her; they need to talk about the Joker. She hasn’t seen him for months, and Bruce needs to know if she stills harbors any FEELINGS for the clown prince of crime.

“Harley, there’s something, no someone we need to talk about, do you still feel anything for the Joker? For the man who ABUSED you?” He cants his head to the side, gaze nothing but serious.

Harley watched as he approached her. Her legs were cross in her seat, hands in her lap, and eyes wide as she looks up to him. She could feel this conversation on the VERGE of emerging every now and then and always managed to find some way to wiggle out of it. Perhaps it was because he knew she wasn’t ready that he had let it go, but something about his face told her there would be no ｗｉｇｇｌｉｎｇ out of this one.

At the mention of his very name, Harley’s mind flashed back to BROKEN ribs and bruises around her neck, to burns and the results of something much more than toxic. The way her heart once fluttered for him had been replaced with a trembling sensation.

❝I FEAR him.❞

❖░▒ dr-jack-seward:

“I suppose you have me there.”

He tilted his head to the side just so as he watched her little act. He had to admit that she was quite the little talent. Jack knew he could never perform such a feat.

“Do they not give you enough time to practice? Do you not get to visit the recreation area?”

Righting herself, she shrugged. ❝They don’t see the point, when I’m meant to be here for so long... and our freedoms are limited depending on the nature of our uh... REASON for admission ya know?❞ She stepped just a bit closer.

❝You’re not gonna tell them are ya? They’ll just restrict me to my room only like a DOG or something.❞

#drjackseward

❖░▒ asblindasjustice:

“I’m… Not even going to ask.” Matt sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before lifting Harley up and over his shoulder with ease. “Not kidding you, kiddo. You’re under arrest. If it makes you feel any better, you’re not the weirdest person I’ve arrested.” He mused, walking out of the bank with her.

❝Kiddo? I have a doctorate!❞ She wiggled within his grasp before stopping a moment and waving bye bye to the bank patrons. ❝Bye everyone! I’ll be back soon!❞ She then commenced her wiggling. ❝Who’s the weirdest?❞

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❖░▒ johnconstantpain:

“Says th’one dressed like a sodding jester. Jus’ cause I don’t think he’s useless don’t mean I care for him. Th’lot of the costumes can fuck off for all I care.”

❝Hey... I like my outfit. My puddin’ got it for me.❞ She looked down, pinching the fabric and pulling it out slightly while swaying back and forth.

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