[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

sinister-smile‌:

It was an odd feeling, to have his child in his arms like this. Most normal people would consider it the norm, but for him, in his twisted mind, it almost caused him physical pain. 

“Purple… is the best colour to have it. More recognisable!” he grinned at her, his head then tilted as she asked him for something, something that he was more than willing to do. 

“We’ll go as fast.. as it will allow us.” he muttered softly, placing her back down onto her feet, unlocking the door with a press of a button. 

“Maybe I can get a toy one in purple?” Lucy dived into the car thrilled to be in real fast car and not a mini van or a taxi for once. She shoved her backpack in front of her feet and quickly did her seatbelt. “How far to the big fair ground?” She had never seen one, abandoned or not nearby, so it ad to be a good distance away. Looking around the car she marveled at all the dials on the dashboard, she couldn’t wait till she was old enough to drive. “I hope Harley is there. I want to ask her why she never came back to see me.”

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quiinnsanity‌:

“ I KNOW, BUT I get it. Must be hard fer ya, and I ain’t expectin’ ya t’ call me anythin’ different if ya don’t wanna. Auntie Harls kinda had a nice ring t’ it right? ”  She tried to ease the mood a little, glad for the change of topic.  “ Go right ahead my pirouette princess! ”

Lucy smiled softly at her mother, not really aware that it might be hurting her to not call her mom. “Okay so I can stand on one hand but not for long.” Lucy threw herself into a normal handstand and then lifted one of her hands up. she only lasted a few seconds before bouncing back to her feet. “I’ve been practicing that all week. I can go in a circle doing one handed cartwheels though.

[bluesmemethings]

various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

quiinnsanity‌:

“ I KNOW I know…”  She uttered softly, trying to come up with the solution.  “ Well do it in the garden then. Don’t think ya mom would be happy with me taking you to mine to do it. ”

“Okay.” Lucy picked up as many cars from the floor as her tiny arms could hold. “But, but, but Aunt Harleen where do you live? I want to go.”

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

quiinnsanity‌:

“NO. NO YOU’RE okay fer now. I wouldn’t let them get ya, you know that. I just had to make sure of it. ”   She’d been trpaped under the Joker’s watchful eye. It’d have been hard explaining her wardrobe tweaks, claiming she needed her jeans and glasses to protect herself when going undercover for him seemed to work for now though. One thing she’d forgotten to do was check her hair, however, as a few pink and blue strands were still clearly visible. She’d been rushed but letting Lucy down couldn’t happen. That would be worse than protecting her own her own. Harley knew she couldn’t fail her, like her own father did.

“I missed you. I didn’t mean to sound mad at you. I just missed you.” She throw her arms around her mother and held her tightly. The last few weeks had been confusing and calling Harley mom still felt wrong, the people who raised her were her mom and dad. Finally letting go she took a step back. “Do you want to watch me do tricks? I’ve been practicing really hard.”

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

sinister-smile‌:

“No-one.. no-one can stop the flames of hilarity from engulfing the world.” she truly was his daughter, only a deranged mind like his could spawn someone with thoughts such as those, the embers of the things to come. 

As she reached out for his hand, Joker lifted her into his arms, reaching into his pocket as he pressed the unlock, just a head of them a purple lambo unlocked. 

“Right here, my dear..”

In his arms she was able to appreciate how tall he was, the world was always so different from a different angle and she quite liked being up high. She was also able to stare at his hair without appearing rude. Lucy wasn’t often around people with unusual hair colours, no matter how more common it was these days, most of her friends were also eight and the adults she was mostly around were dance and gymnastics moms, painfully conservative and middle class.

“Ohhh, that looks fast. I think I have that one but not in purple.” Lucy did have a pretty decent collection of hot wheels cars, given the choice cars were almost exclusively the only toy she picked.

“Will you do a fast circle for me? I never got to dance in a real car, no one will go fast with me.” Lucy almost wondered why she asked, she knew enough about her father to guess this drive would be fast and probably not ‘safe.’  She made a mental note to fasten her seat belt.

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

sinister-smile‌:

Joker stopped instantly as she called him ‘dad’, a strange feeling began to swell inside of him as a somewhat genuine smile crept over his face. “I think things can do.. whatever you want them to do..” he said simply, turning to her then as he extended his arms.

“People might say that’s strange.. not acceptable. That’s when you prove em wrong! Prove em all wrong!”

“Yes! No one can stop the cars dance.”  Lucy wondered why the other people didn’t think cars should dance. They accepted books about mice that danced but not cars.

She turned her head to look at him and then reached up to take his hand. “Where is your very fast car? I can’t see it, is it invisible?” She giggled at her own joke.

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sinister-smile‌:

“There’s all sorts of wondrous things at Jokers carnival! Suitable for all ages!” he grinned at her as he straightened back up once more, throwing his arms into the air as if to add an exclamation park to his point.

His eyes then narrowed when she asked about his health, sick? Well, according to the doctors in Arkham he was, but what do those quacks know. 

“I’m not sick, Lucy…” he uttered finally, placing a hand on her back as he stood beside her. “And please, call me… dad.”

Jokers eyes then filled with amusement as she asked to see the car, “Right this way, little lady!”

She was relieved he wasn’t about to die on her and she did like carnival rides. She only got to go once a year and that didn’t seem like often enough, especially for riding the tea cups, she’d do that every day if she could. She felt a little sad he had rejected her hand, she might have been eight now, but she was still encouraged to hold an adults hand after her kidnapping.

Lucy allowed herself to be ushered towards the car. “I love cars... Dad.” It felt odd saying it to him and not the man who raised her. “I have a lot, I put them in tutu’s so they can do dance recitals, do you think cars should dance? I do.” Most people thought her idea was odd but she had never let them stop her.

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

sinister-smile‌:

“I do know that!” he retorted back, only to take a deep breath and gather himself once more. “I have,.. all the cars you could ever want waiting for you, kid..” eyebrows then drew together as she finally let go of his hand. 

One then cocked as she mentioned his eyes, people often said they could see the insanity behind them, but it took the innocence of a child apparently to see beyond that. 

Joker was taken aback then as she began to shoot question after question at him. He inhaled deeply in an effort to answer them all at once, 

“Carnival. It’s a real fun house, you can do whatever you want but I don’t think you’ll want to leave. Harley… could be. I have a very nice car, that can go super fast!” he began panting then, dabbing at his forehead. 

“Do you have tea cups? I like to go in circles and they go in circles?” If it a carnival there had to be a tea cups ride. She watched him dabbing himself, was he sick? She felt conflicted, if he was sick she should visit him in case he was extra sick and died and she never knew him, but she also knew the TV said he was very scary and dangerous and maybe she should ask before she left.

“Are you sick Mr Joker? If I don’t come see your house today will be too sick to see me again?” He did say Harley might be there and she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Lucy so maybe she should go.

Gingerly she held her hand out for him to take. “Show me the car please?”

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

sinister-smile‌:

Truth be told, the gifts that he sent her weren’t suitable for children, guns, bombs, a few comical clown effects that had been… modified. He wasn’t all the surprised she never got them, she’d be a different kid today if she did, maybe one built in his own image. 

Joker grinned across at her as she questioned about gifts, “I have.. lots of gifts waiting for you at home..” he chuckled softly under his breath, his eyebrows then drew together as she took his hand. There was only one other person that showed this kind of attention to him. 

“A lot of things happened to.. change me. I wasn’t born like this, I was made. But you… you were born beautiful. But it’s up to you, if you wanted to be moulded differently..”

“Cars? I like cars, you’re supposed to know that!”

Lucy wasn’t sure what he meant by moulded, she dropped his hand and tilted her head staring in concentration. “You have normal eyes.” She stated rather bluntly. “Harley looks normal, mostly.” She was very pale and Lucy knew other people were not just as pale but he was paler still or maybe his hair made him seem so.

She began to fire rapid questions at him. “Where do you live? Is it a real house? Can I go home after I get my gift? Is Harley there? Do you have a real car, can we go in a car and can you go fast?”

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

sinister-smile‌:

Of course he’d always known where she was, Harley thought she was being smart when she crept away with the baby in her belly. Like he was a moron, like he couldn’t tell there was something different, that he couldn’t smell it on her. 

A smirk came over his face at the thoughts, drawing back to the present once more as the little ones voice filled his ears. “Oh, Lucy… But I did.” he said finally, once more kneeling down at her side, “I sent gift after gift… everyone denied me, the big bad bat, throwing me in Arkham so I couldn’t get to my little girl..” a false expression of grief swept over his features. 

Lightly, he placed a hand on her shoulder, fake tears filling his eyes. “Please..”

Lucy never got any gifts, she wondered why they didn’t give them to her. She didn’t brush his hand off, she felt sorry for him. “I never got any. Did you bring me a gift now?” He didn’t look like he could be hiding anything too big but if he truly knew Lucy he would also know what she loved most was very small.

She reached up to touch his hand bringing it down to look at. Pale and slender, she didn’t look like him at all really, a little like Harley. “You don’t look much like me. I look more like her, Harley. Did you look like me when you were a child?” She had no reason to ever think he wasn’t her father but she did wonder, she wasn’t all white and her hair was a normal color, she didn’t feel like he fitted just right, but then it had felt wrong when she was told Harley was her real mother.

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

Where are the previous posts disappearing too?

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

sinister-smile:

It was truly astounding how brave this little girl was in the face of insanity, His fingers wrapped around her little digits as she shook his hand, a laugh catching in his throat as his eyes raked over her face. 

His eyebrow then cocked as she spoke, still no trace of being afraid in her voice, it was remarkable. The clown the shushed her softly, finally letting go of her hand, “She has you… more than you think..” standing back up to his full height now, he swept his hands through his hair, looking up towards the sky. 

“I’m not looking for her… I’m here… for you.”

She wondered why now if he always knew. It wasn’t like she haddn’t been in the same house her whole life. “Me? Why now?” That was her real sore point. She didn’t trust him and she was angry he had never been around before. She huffed, shook her head and took a step back to see him better.

“You knew about me, why did you not come see me? Just because you are bad and scary on TV if you wanted me why didn’t you come, why not send me a present when it was my birthday. I bet you don’t even know when it is?”

She turned on her heels ready to stomp off. “I’m going home to see my mom and dad!”

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

quiinnsanity:

“ WHY DIDN’T YA just ask me fer some metallic spray paint for him? Then he could be sparkly all the time and not ruin the carpet. ”                                                                                                

“Mommy cleans the carpet, not you!” She giggled at the idea of her Aunt tiding up. “I didn’t think of paint. Can you help me. I have a lot cars and they all have recitals.”

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

quiinnsanity:

HARLEY WASN’T SURE how aggressive that comment was meant to be since her concentration could have easily been on her balance.  “ Don’t cha want ya Auntie Harls ‘round? ”  That lie hurt every time it left her lips.

Springing back up onto her feet she grins at Harley and runs over to her. “Of course I do, but you never came back. Am I in danger again?” Lucy had been sure when Harley had returned her home that no one else would try to kidnap her, but Harley haddn’t visited again the past few weeks despite her promise not to abandon her again.

[gothamprincesslucy-blog]

Sentence Meme: Some Hearts

"Am I really alone with you?"

"Don't forget to remember me."

"Fifty miles to go."

"Give me one more chance."

"I can't do this on my own."

"I can't watch you walk away."

"I don't want this night to end."

"I haven't done this in a while."

"I just don't wanna let you go."

"I miss the big blue skies."

"I see the way out."

"I'm drunk."

"It's time to be a man."

"Kiss me like you mean it."

"Lately nothing I do ever seems to please you."

"Right here, right now."

"Sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye."

"There's some things that I regret."

"When you look back on times we had, I hope you smile."

"You're all I've got."