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[rickscosnett-deactivated2022122]

Yeah, I have never robbed a liquor store in my life, thank you. 

[bbckeswrctes-deactivated2017022]

Her eyes fell to the broken wood on the ground and before she knew it, the man was gone before her eyes. Superpowers were the most uncomfortable thing her and The Joker always seemed to experience. Whether they were robbing banks to a project of this effort, it seemed that superpower strength always came at the worst times. Now, it seemed it got in the way again. She would have to break her puddin’ out from jail yet again and that whole bit was getting more and more boring each day. With a deep breath, she rolled her eyes to move forward, kicking a bit of wood with the edge of her heel.

“If J ain’t here ta’ take care of the job, looks like Harls is gonna hafta’ take over this one,” her voice muttered, talking to herself. It was uncommon for a series of conversations to go on when she was alone. There were a plethora of voices that she had to remind and show what she was up to, and the best way was responding to them fast. “Always gotsta’ take care of the work when puddin’s out. Whadda shame,” she spun her bat around her fingers before bashing it into the front door. “Puddin’ woulda’ loved breakin’ this door,” a large pout came onto her lips before stepping carefully over the shards of glass (as if they mattered to all the cuts and bruises she was finely wearing now). 

“Now, ya’ listen real good up there, Lexi,” she eyed up a camera, aiming the bat up to it as if it were a gun. “Ya’re the reason Mista J isn’t walkin’ through this door right now, and I gotta say I’m real peeved,” her hand shook the bat as though she shot a few shots from a gun before dropping it to the ground. “And honestly, I’m thinkin’ ya’re gonna get a pretty fine makeover by the wonderful Harley Quinn for this little mishap, mista!”

As she walked down the hallway towards her next victim, she began to hear the familiar voice. It was the voice of a man who hadn’t fallen to a swift hit with a bat and had wandered off with her puddin’ faster than she’d like. With a quick belt, her voice shrieked down the hall. “As if ya little alien! No one takes my puddin’ and gets to play games!” her voice was loud, banging against the metal of the wall. “Don’t ya even begin to thank’ ya gonna get any friends around her’e!”

[dylan-owhinin]

Clark had Chloe shut down the security cameras before finding Harley standing in the corridor, bat in hand.  “We’re going to get you the help you need…” Clark inched his boots forward. His body was hunched, not to intimidate her with stature. Everything made him look like he was creeping up on a young deer. He didn’t want to spook her and didn’t want her to run. Anything beyond that didn’t trifle him. She couldn’t hurt him, physically. But if she kept killing people, he would ultimately blame himself for not being able to stop her.

First, he used his x-ray vision on her to make sure she wasn’t being controlled by anything- like kryptonite. Many of the people in Smallville had been influenced in odd ways by the meteor rock. They gained powers- their brains went to mush. Every single person affected by the meteor shower turned out to be a psychopath. And because Clark was the reason these rocks were on earth, it was all his fault. Which meant it was his responsibility to stop them. However, this girl didn’t seem to have anything wrong with her on the inside; as far as parasites went. Which meant, it was a psychotic break. Something only proper treatment could help.

“Everyone could use a friend…. what was your name? Harley?” he already knew it was. On his way back to Luthorcorp he had a call with Chloe and shared a quick debriefing. “My name’s Clark. And, Lex, he’s somewhat of a friend of mine. Whatever he did, I can fix it. I can talk to him. But this isn’t the way. Killing people is not the answer. Please.” If he couldn’t appeal to her heart, he had a Plan B. Which was to physically restrain her. “Look, I know Joker was pulling your strings. He did something to you. You wasn’t born a killer.”

[kirasren]

—  Hades is not afraid because she lives, she lives.

[kent-farm]

I can’t exactly see myself going into battle with that on my chest.

[bruxabaiit]

I suggest… ↳ Because it is coming

[elliotaldrsns]

[kent-farm]

10 Caps Per Episode • 10.10 Luthor 

[hearthouses]

god have mercy on your soul

[bbckeswrctes-deactivated2017022]

“Well, well, well,” Harley squealed, walking back and forth, a bat twirling between her fingers tagged messily with the words goodnight. Her voice lowly hummed as her heels wavered against cracked concrete. It was a miracle that she’d never had fallen given the nonchalant steps she took. Any wrong move could have potentially taken her down a long time ago; especially with whatever she was wielding that day. But today, she’d be fine. Not much damage could be done (to herself at least) whenever she dragged along the base-ball bat that had clumsily hit her thigh a few times now. No, if anything, she’d be safe from her own warfare today (that is, anything that physically was around her), but that didn’t guarantee anything to the bodies that laid around her now.

Dead? Perhaps. Her eyes barely did a double take as they fell with one foul sweep of her bat to the back of their neck. There was something so skewed in her vision whenever she ran on any of the errands she did with The Joker. The minute he could potentially be in harms way, everyone else around them, well, disappeared in the eyes of Harley. As she stepped over another body to gain proximity to him through her own memory, the smile on her face spread wide open. “Ya’d think good, ole Lexi would wanna see us, puddin’,” her words were directed to the cackling that echoed behind her though her eyes didn’t shift. Instead, she pouted melodramatically before resting the bat on her shoulder, batting her eyes to the camera watching them. There was something too fun in putting on the show she did, especially in the face of anyone that the duo considered friends. Her perky grin and the seductive bat of her eyes didn’t change as the tone of her voice did. While the tone laced in her words were dark, the same high pitch of her voice rang irritatedly to the ears of anyone near by. “Now, Lexi boy. We ain’t gonna hurt’cha,” Harley couldn’t resist laughing as a lock of blonde hair fell in front of her eyes. “We just wanna-”

The sound of The Joker’s words took her by surprise as she spun on the edge of her heels. Once again, the world around them blurred as she only saw him and the man causing him danger. “Listen up, dumplin’,” The smile on her face twisted as she took a few steps forward with the swift swing of her bat to the back of the other’s neck. “I’m just tryna’ teach ya a lesson of what comes from touchin’ Mista’ J,” the strength behind the bat only grew from the psychotic nature bubbling within. It was a series of adrenaline rushes that created any strength she needed, especially when she saw The Joker in harms way. This was all she needed to push her forward, to bite now instead of barking. :‘Specially when Harls is around to save the day!” 

[dylan-owhinin]

If Clark wasn’t momentarily distracted, by dangling this clown in the air, he might have seen the bat that was swung his way. Some of the wood broke over his skull, not that it hurt him in the slightest. He had one weakness- and it wasn’t something as simple as wood. In a blur of speed, Clark took ‘Joker’ for a ride back to Gotham and tossed his ass inside the police station. He didn’t let anyone see his face before he disappeared back to Smallville. 

Ruffling his dark hair, dust and splinters fell from his head- the only result of being hit with a louisville slugger. He tried to remember what the girl called herself as he walked down the corridors of Luthorcorp. Harz? He’d only been away for five minutes tops. She had to still be around here somewhere, there was no way she got out. Moving his head to the side, he concentrated on all the sounds within a thirty-mile radius.  It only took him a few seconds to shuffle through all the sounds and concentrate on one- the clown. 

Clark sped closer to the echoing sounds until he was in the vicinity. “I can help you! You just have to let me!” Clark hollered for the girl. Joker was a criminal and a loose cannon, but Clark felt he could appeal more to the girl who seemed more lost than insane. “Tell me what you and Joker was after and I can help!” which couldn’t be farther from the truth. They killed people. They were murderers. Once he found out what she was after, and what Luthorcorp had been up to, he would toss her in jail alongside Krusty.

[kent-farm]

Clark Kent Character Tropes: Apologizes a Lot * (46/∞)

[dylan-owhinin]

@bbckeswrctes

“Well, Clark, it looks like we have a problem that not even your X-Ray vision saw coming...” Chloe spun around her work desk and dropped a newspaper in front of him. “All this time you thought those terrorists were from Belle Reve but you were wrong- they’re from Arkham. It’s an Asylum in Gotham. Maybe for once Lex Luthor isn’t behind this.” Chloe wasn’t normally this naïve. Of course Lex was behind it. “Who gave you this paper? Lex?” Clark asked, jumping lines as he read what he needed to: a guy who refers to himself as the Joker escaped Arkham Asylum in Gotham City with the help of his psychiatrist, Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel. “No. But Lex was attacked. I think he is involved but I don’t think he’s working with or for them. He must have acquired something meaningful to them. You know how he’s always collecting all that useless high-end junk. What if this wasn’t useless? They could be after him for whatever he took?” That actually made a lot more sense, which was why he was thankful to have a girl like Chloe Sullivan in his corner. “Can you track down their whereabouts?” Chloe was already jamming her fingers along her keyboard as she continued looking into it. “There hasn’t been a sighting in days, Clark. Maybe they left?” just as she was about to admit defeat something popped up, clicking her tongue she smiled excitedly and hit the print button. “Three hours ago. In Metropolis. A guy and a girl in their mid-to-late twenties was seen in Clown paint. It says they were—actually, right outside of Luthorcorp.” As Chloe looked up to confirm things with Clark, he was already gone. “Why do I never get used to that?” Chloe thought to herself as she went back to typing.

In little-to-no-time, Clark blurred outside of Luthorcorp. Whatever they were looking for, they seemed to be breaking into all of Luthor’s plants to find it. In another red-and-blue blur, Clark found himself inside of Luthorcorp. He heard laughing and followed the sound up to Lionel Luthor’s office. The door was locked but with a little twist the lock broke and the door was thrown open to reveal the two felons he’d been tracking down all week. “Ah, you don’t look like security— or the Boss, so who are ya, kid?” Joker stepped closer, dropping the documents he held in his gloved hand. “A concerned citizen. And I’m taking you both back to Gotham.” Clark went to grab him when he was sprayed in the eyes by some secret mist from a pin on the man’s purple jacket. “Ha! I knew you were a kidder when I seen ya!” The acid around his eyes dried, and Clark’s face healed. “—I said you’re coming with me!” Clark now lost his patience as he gripped the man up by his suit and waved him around the air off his feet.  

[mischiefediting]

SMALLVILLE —– Season 4 [1/3]

[fayechamberlainwrites]

  His complaint on her bandaging was an obvious jab at getting a rise out of her. Faye acknowledged it first hand, and therefore played along. “Better tight, than inflamed.” The witch teased back, with a daring glint in her eyes.  The next questioned, she answered by a jingle of the ice in her tiny liquor class. “Running low on the good stuff.” With that, she gave away the very depiction of having helped herself to his best stuff, and had no shame either.

She hated being reduced to insignificant titles such as ‘doll’ or ‘sweetheart’. No one ever said those terms without a condescending air,  which she wouldn’t oblige to. “No can do.” Faye simply denied his request. “I’ve done enough charity work.” She said lazily, easing into a lounging state with her drink. “In fact-” the witch began with a whimsical tone. “You should be counting your blessings.” Faye left it to him to figure out an alternative solution to getting his booze, because she was already way past that subject and had no intention of revisiting it. “Please.”  Faye let out a scoffed laugh. “I don’t buy it.” Spike may have been in bad shape, but she never believed he was actually in grave danger. She had it in her mind that Spike was too much of a pistol to throw in the towel so easily. They were survivors; headstrong, and unlikely to go down without putting up a fight. For that reason, Faye had been comfortable with her decisions. Had the situation actually called for her cooperation, she’d have done it. But, she wouldn’t reveal that until the time came for it. “We both know you wouldn’t go out like that. Dying with that shame story?” She half heartedly laughed. “Too embarrassing.”  When the bounty information projected on the screen, she skimmed the details, listening to Spike’s experience with forming ideas taken into account. “Even better.” She countered. “Your little trial and error tells me exactly what I need.” The bounty hunter mused aloud, sipping down a large gulp of the booze. “First, it’s figuring out a way to knock out all his guard dogs..”

[dylan-owhinin]

Spike rolled his dark eyes in Faye’s direction as she took a seat with a tumbler of his finest whiskey in her hand. The rattling of the ice along with her whimsical tone made him wish he was still unconscious. If someone didn’t know them they would swear they were exes on bad terms. The constant belittling and banter made it difficult for them to work together and see eye-to-eye on things. However, all that bullshit aside, they could be a pretty lethal team together. 

“It’s not exactly charity work when you’ve helped yourself to my shower and my liquor cabinet. I’d say you were well paid for your…. services.” He looked down to survey the bandages one more time. He knew healing wasn’t her strong suit, it required a tremendous amount of patience and stillness- two virtues Faye did not have. With the monitors lit up and images constantly rotating from bounty to bounty, Spike looked up and snorted when Faye accused him of exaggerating the bad shape he was in. “Well, Faye, for once you might actually be right. You see, I wouldn’t have died out there. Letting you win on my last breath? Ha.” He groaned as he stood up on two legs and rolled his injured shoulder back. It was actually already feeling a lot better, thanks to Faye. Not that he would admit that to her. Her head was big enough as it was.

“Okay- no, wait..” Spike began in his argumentative tone as he walked closer to Faye and grabbed her drunk, nearly spilling it in their struggle to maintain hold. He downed the continents in a hasty swig and then backed up a step as a malicious grin crossed his lips, which he licked to gather any traces of alcohol. “As I was saying, no way are you going after /my/ bounty. I get shot up and you reap the benefits?” he raised his one good arm and plucked a cigarette from his pack with his teeth. “If you want after the Kingpin, you’re gonna have to go through me first.” He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, blowing a cloud of smoke over her chair. The last thing he needed was for Faye to take this guy down when he couldn’t. How long would she hold that one over his head? How long before that got out and he became a laughing stock? “I know you like to think you’re this badass but, this is my score. And I am not handing it over.”

[fayechamberlainwrites]

  He’d just finished signing some paperwork, somehow keeping it all together like there was no worry in the world. After finishing up, he hustled down the stairs, just glad to get out of such a grimy place. For his line of work in all things deceptive, and scam, he wasn’t in the best graces. For all Lee knew, he too, was a prime suspect of study. The less time here, the better.

Lee wasn’t surprised to find Jake approaching just after his departure from the station. He moved with a sly swagger, keeping cool like a cucumber. For a guy who made a living off of sleight of hand tactics, he still had a sense of pride. One that wouldn’t succumb to the likes of another witch his age. “You might wanna hold off on breaking bread—” he cut off any leading falsehood, right then and there. “`cause I didn’t do it for you. you just got lucky.” Lee informed, motioning away from the place, towards his car that was parked on the opposite side of the ride. “Take a walk with me…” He gestured, in order to finish where he was going with all this.

Lee looked both ways whilst already in the process of crossing the street. “See, I’m more interested in hearing why you did it. The pigs said your record’s already lousy with misdemeanors, as it is.” He reflected to Jake. “Pretty stupid move on your end.” 

[dylan-owhinin]

Confusion swept over Jake as his scruffy-opponent decided to burn any white flag that Jake might have thought had been there. Instead, he seemed to have a gauntlet in his dark eyes. Jake allowed a cruel twist in his smile as he eyed the voodoo-prince up and down, assessing his strengths and weaknesses all in one look. People often assumed, because of his unblemished face and perfectly quaffed-hair, that he never threw-down; that he relied on his magic. But they would be wrong. The one thing Jake picked up from the witch hunters that he wasn’t willing to part with was his ability to attack without mercy. So, when Lee asked the blonde-witch to follow him across the lot, Jake showed no signs of distress. He simply shrugged and fell into step with the unkempt male, whom seemed to favor the color black. Perhaps to seem more mysterious and majestic? Of course, Faye would go after a guy like this. He was a poser, just like her.

While walking, Jake kept his hands in his pockets, despite the fact that this could turn ugly, physically. “Yeah, well, nobody’s perfect,” Jake gave a cocky grin as he crossed the street behind Lee. He didn’t exactly like the idea of Lee knowing about his criminal background, but that was cops for you: they didn’t like to respect your rights. Hence, why Lee was probably referring to them as pigs. Which might suggest he had his own issues with them. “Not that stupid, Lee. You know what’s stupid? Pretending like you’re in my league just because you practice voodoo and sell shrunken heads. You obviously want something from me. A favor? For letting me off the hook? So what is it?” Jake licked his lips and released the sigh he had built up in his cheeks. It was no secret that Jake was a grade-A jackass, but he also had dignity and honor. He owed Lee for what he did- no matter if he did it for him or not, he would repay him so that he couldn’t hold it over his head.

“Or is that it? You just wanna know the why? Because if you’re that interested, it’s really cut and dry. I saw your wannabe shop- I needed cash, and so I broke into it….” he couldn’t exactly tell him that seeing Faye there pushed him to it. He’d been telling Faye there was nothing between them for months- though of course seeing her hang out with someone like Lee, pushed him toward a place of green.

[fayechamberlainwrites]

  Why, her? Honestly. The one of few times she pulled a brash move to make a point, it ends with him somehow winning. Totally unfair. Yeah, she was selfish, and self-serving, but she wasn’t a psychopath.  When she’d come fresh out of the shower with his Egyptian towels wrapped around her, and her thick brown hair, Faye stumbled upon a rude awakening. At first, she thought he was being his usual punk self. Pulling some stunt to make her look like the horse’s rear of their little pissing contest. But, as the reality settled in, she knew she had to take action. God damn it, Hugo. Forcing her to ruin her night, just to save his ass. Again.

Faye wasn’t the best at the tedious procedure of first aid. Nor, healing arts. Healing took on the form of the water element. For someone who had imprinted on the element of fire, such patience never came easy to her. But, she could put on her big girl pants. No running to James like a damsel in distress, or to anyone. She could handle this.

The confines of privacy and seclusion from outside voices or distraction made things smooth easier than she initially guessed. Her quiet calmness drew straight to his awakening voice.  She half smiled at the fact he obviously still had his memory; enough to remember her tag name. “Finally-” She stated blatantly, nearing closer. “You went comatose for a second there.” Without directly stating it, she sounded worry in her tone. “Here.” She dropped an ice cold water bottle at his side. “You’ll need it.”

[dylan-owhinin]

Spike’s eyes slowly widened upon seeing Faye emerge from the shadows with a bottle of ice water in her hand and a smile that showed she was proud of her work. So, it was Faye? Did she really put humpty dumpty back together again? Or was someone else in the room with them? —  “You patched me up?” surprise touched his voice along with a hint of appreciation that he quickly masked by pulling a face, “Should have known. The bandages are too tight. Were you trying to keep the blood in or squeeze it all out?” a weary, half-smirk caught his lips. Arching his back, he let out a sigh and grabbed the bottle she tossed down. “What’s a matter? Were we all out of booze?” he asked, breaking the seal and then downing a few gulps of water. “—How about a little something for the pain? Jet left his Wild Turkey in the kitchen, be a doll?” –he was able to sit up vertically and rest his crown of dark curls against the back of the couch.  

“So how was your shower? Did it feel extra therapeutic, knowing I was out laying on the street, choking on my last breath?” he still couldn’t believe she left him. Maybe she knew he’d eventually get up on his own- or maybe she thought if he died, she could have his apartment. After all, she was here more than she was at her own place. “If you’re being nice to me because you think I got the bounty and will share my cut, I didn’t. Damn guy had a fence around him-twenty guys with automatic weapons.” – Lie. There was only four guys, but twenty made him sound a little more badass. While, upright, Spike checked the computer which projected onto four monitors for the whole room to see. The Kingpin was still up there- a bounty of 5,000 dollars on his head.  

[fayechamberlainwrites]

It was always an endless banter with her guild team buddies. Despite how it may have looked from the outside observer, the three of them actually had built a bond. The closest thing to friendship that she’d ever come in her adult life, at least. And from what she knew of the other two, it was something like that for them, too.  Needless to say, she cared, to some degree. Not enough to turn her into some throw-herself-on-the-sword type, or anything, though. It wasn’t their style to advocate compassion or any of that other emotional chow chow. They all preferred to simply mess with each other. It was the most honest way to be, and the fact they’d agreed with that same philosophy was exactly what made them her kind of people.

She drew upon the fact he was still in physical pain. Which, was exactly the kind of bait she could snatch as her smartass way of making him admit she had saved him. Just because. “Well, I could-” She began toying in hypothetical musing. “But, since you’re a big, tough maverick, and all, I couldn’t possibly compromise your manhood like that.” While James was the somewhat more adult-like one, she and Spike could be competitive against one another. Not to mention, they were rooted to the same origin of their powers. They both came from one of the six bloodlines of the coven that had started way back in Salem. Their ancestors, and generations leading up to their parents’ had all been bound by blood. So, it wasn’t surprising that they could keep up with one another’s pace. On her final note, she gave him a triumphant smile and began turning on her foot. “See ya inside…” Faye would let him save his own tail. Unless, he wanted to come out and admit otherwise, of course.

[dylan-owhinin]

Spike twisted his lips to a smirk, staring up at the girl through the shadow of his brow.  “I’m touched, Faye, truly. I had no idea you cared so much about my manhood.” His shimmering grin only began to lesson when he noticed Faye wasn’t playing, she was actually walking into the apartment without taking him with her. “Oh… you little—” he bit back the word, and growled. He could do this, he thought. Handle getting up to his room, by himself. If anything it was a challenge now, he wasn’t going to let Faye think she won. They’d been having competitions like this for a couple of years now and he wasn’t about to bow to her now— or ever.

His hand felt around for the wall that was helping support his weight, the cigarette between his lips bouncing around as he struggled to move his feet forward. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, he walked with his hand on the wall until he made it to the elevator. He would normally take the stairs, but he couldn’t imagine climbing them now. Instead, he leaned up against the wall of the elevator, lighting another cigarette. When the bell rung and the doors slid open, he had an audience. “Oh my god!” a girl shrieked, “are you hurt?” –How stupid was this cow? He had blood leaking down his arm and his eyes could barely remain fixated on the path ahead, but was he hurt? “I get it, lady- did it hurt when I fell from Heaven? I’ve heard the joke before.” Spike spat sarcastically, brushing past her with a light shove; which caused her to turn around and yell at him in a language he didn’t understand. “Thanks, babe! You too,” Spike yelled back to her before landing in a thud against his door. “You locked the door?!” Spike screamed, hoping Faye could hear him as he wrestled a hand into his pocket for the key and pushed it open.

“You see! I won! I got up here- without your lousy—” and then darkness. When Spike woke up he was laying on the couch and bandaged up. He wasn’t sure who did it, but he was sure as hell it wasn’t Faye.

                                   “— You still here, Romani?”

[fayechamberlainwrites]

  @dylan-owhinin  [ Lee + Jake ]

  Lee should’ve found the idea more threatening, but knowing who Jake was, made him much less of a threat. Especially now, being bound to a circle gave him a fair fight. Should the possibility arise. Lee had turned up at the station, walking in to a room with only a single cell that had Jake Armstrong in holding. He turned to the blonde upon answering the final question. “No. I won’t be pressing charges.” He paused, gaining eye contact with him. “Just a misunderstanding…”

[dylan-owhinin]

Spotting Lee walking down the hall put a shiver down the other male’s back. He wasn’t afraid of him physically, but, he had the power right now. If he were to press charges for the breaking and entering of his voodoo shop then things could get a lot worse for the impulsive witch. Releasing a sigh, Jake moved closer to the bars and wrapped a hand around one of them as he looked through squinted eyes at Faye’s newest distraction. Surprise instantly gave his body a sense of euphoria when Lee mentioned letting him off the hook by saying it was, “just a misunderstanding”. Though it was for sure not. Jake saw Faye leave and he didn’t like the idea of her hanging up her ‘I <3 Jake’ tee-shirt, and so he busted in to not only take back his alpha title but to also take a little extra- as he was on his way out of town due to the fight between him and his little brother.  

After only a couple more minutes, Jake was released and sent back out into “the real world”- whatever that was. Jail was no different than any other establishment in this town. There was always a warden and always a clique that wanted to kick his ass. No matter if that was at the Bar and Grill or the jail’s cafeteria.  

Jake didn’t have a ride and so he kind of just stood there, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around like some stray dog. However it didn’t take long for company to arrive as Lee could be seen peddling down the station’s stairs. In usual Jake fashion, the blonde put his hands in his pockets and strolled over to the guy. He was always a very confrontational person. Nobody ever made him feel threatened. It didn’t matter if you were 6’5 or 5’5. He would go toe to toe. “….Thanks for the ‘get out of jail free card’. You didn’t have to do that…” he licked his lips over and brought a hand out to itch his nose. Some say that’s the first sign of an impending fight. “Why’d you do it, huh?”