“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “
The smoke slowly rose from the end of Oswals cigar, as he took a drag.
"What's the matter, funny girl? Ya didn'tmiss me?"
@qu-tipie
"NO.. I didn't miss you. It was good not havin' you woddlin' yer' frumpy ass around Gotham. I rather liked not hearin' you biddin' on shit or tryin' to weasel yer' way into my deals," Harley hissed venomously. She wondered if she should sour this reunion further by bringing up the girl he was smoozing. Part of her really hoped she flew the coocoos nest.
A laugh caught in Oswalds throat as he rose an eyebrow, his right hand lowered his cigar from his lips, flicking ash onto the floor. "N'aw, ain't that sweet. So you do think about me." his tongue almost slithered between his teeth as he stepped towards her, the tip of his umbrella tapping the floor as he did so.
"Gotham is mine, Quinn. Always 'as been. Always will be."
Harley rolled her eyes that this bird had the nerve not to use an ashtray. The smoke lingered like a bad taste one couldn't get off their tongue as she stood back.
" Like Selina once told ya' get a life, get about nine of 'em. Gotham isn't yers' you maybe old as dirt as well as yer' family name, but that don't give you the right to it. Mark my words you stir the pot I'm comin' for you."
A twisted smirk creased the corners of his mouth as he watched her roll her eyes, dropping the cigar from his fingers and allowing it to hit the ground.
"Is that right?" his black and white shoe on his left foot then stepped on the cigar, the sound of it crunching under foot seemed to echo around them.
"Am I supposed to be scared, clown?"
She listened to the bird still wanting to talk shit. He was going to intimidate her the best way he could. Harley knew deep down nothing would give the bird more joy than to see her washed up and having to sell herself off to the mob for favor.
It was only when he mentioned if he should be scared that she had a sadistic smile spread from ear to ear.
"OOOOOOoohh Ozzzzzzie you tell me? I mean it's close ta' October. Ain't it? Last I checked you weren't on good terms with Johnnie boy? I think he's got a needle or two scratchin' for an itch. Might use you... ya' know thicker skin 'en all. Gotta find out how ta' make somethin' potent."
Oswald gritted his teeth, a deep snarl catching in his throat. "To hell with scarecrow! I ain't got time for the costume clad freaks, that goes for him and the bat!"
He took a deep breath, his gritted teeth turning into a smile. "But you, 'arley, my dear." reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out another cigar, placing it into his mouth before he spoke.
"I could always.. use, a girl like you."
