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Oh, yes! Fill the churches with dirty thoughts! Introduce honesty to the White House! Write letters in dead languages to people you've never met! Paint filthy words on the foreheads of children! Burn your credit cards and wear high heels! Asylum doors stand open! Fill the suburbs with murder and rape! Divine madness! Let there be ecstasy, ecstasy in the streets! Laugh and the world laughs with you!

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charliewebb:

“S-Someone must have tipped th-them off about a bookstore with a l-little secret and they t-tried to find it. At least n-now they’re probably o-off that trail for a while.” Charlotte shrugged, smiling a little up at Jack. “Maybe n-next time it’ll b-be under better circumstances.” Charlotte chuckled a little, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and folding her arms over her chest. “Running e-errands then? Well, I’m g-glad I could give y-you a little reprieve from all th-that running.”

Jack nodded, not the least bit as interested as he looked. If the shop had shut down permanently it would have just been a loss of amusement until he was able to find its dear shopkeeper. "Let us hope,” he exclaimed with a crooked grin that passed for something almost charming without having his trademark scars marring his features. “A needed one indeed what with all the uh --- hard work I’ve been doing.“

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charliewebb:

Charlotte nodded in understanding. “I-It was pretty crazy out there.” She agreed with a small frown. “The s-store and my apartment g-got completely ransacked in the a-attack, it was horrifying.” She told Jack sadly. “A-At least they didn’t find the s-secret room though. That w-was a relief.” She chuckled a little, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I-Is there anything you needed o-or did you just s-stop in for a visit?”

The slender male feigned a look of horror, glancing around the shop with eyes widened in disbelief. “Those brutes even harmed this cute little nook?” He shook his head, clicking his tongue in displeasure. “Well, I’m GLAD your secret’s safe. Never know when I might need to stay another night.” He chuckled, turning back to face her with his hands now stuffed into the pockets of his dark gray coat. “Oh, I’m just here for a visit. You see, I’ve been zipping around ALL day. “

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thatclownlady:

His voice hit her like she’d just run head-first against a brick-wall, it tingled down her skin on every inch of her body - she came to a stop, looking around for the familiar lips that had uttered those words. His appearance out of the shadows stopped her breathing, caught her voice in her throat and made her heart pound against her chest so hard, she was convinced it wanted to break her bones. With just a few words and a look at her fragile frame, he’d engulfed her completely yet and again. She was still rooted where she stood, not sure what to do. His laugh. It was the sound that had repeated itself over and over and over again in her head when she’d been alone. She felt like she was on the brink of fainting. Don’t step closer to him! Don’t you dare! You’ll be his puppet again! But he was so close, so close…

He spoke again, and that was what got her. Just a few little words, just the pronounciation of a phrase that made her act, that challenged her to move, to break all of what she’d hoped and practiced for in her head over and over again, but nothing could have prepared her for all of these feelings that consumed her body and mind. Darling, she was still his darling, and she’d longed for him to call her that again for so long, all those nights spent alone in the cold Asylum, and even those spent in her childhood bedroom in Brooklyn, trying to talk herself out of starting to look for him. They’d be worth it if she just was his again. And he looked so famiiar, so safe, so handsome. Her mind was screaming at her, and she had to stop, she had to end it, she had to —

Harley stumbled forward. There was no denying it. She loved him, and no matter what she’d told hersef for over a year now, she needed to be close to him, even if it was just for a moment. As soon as she was close enough, the blonde fell into the Joker’s arms, pressing her body against his to feel as much of his warmth as possible, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face against his chest, her voice was small and quiet. “I’ve missed ya’ for so long, puddin’.”

Thin arms wrapping around his lanky frame, it was a familiar sensation but only slightly welcomed. Naturally, his body accommodated to hers and his arms came up to wrap around the curve of her waist. Nothing had changed. His affection was still her constant misguided desire and it made Joker wonder how someone, even Harley, could be so devoted to a mad clown like him. He was so often met with hatred and disgust that any other response made him wonder. It made him further unbalanced.

“Gettin’ so mushy over this ‘ol clown. What did I ever do to deserve a Harley like ya?” He asked with a soft chuckle, tenderly stroking her hair. Maybe some part of him had missed his female counterpart but it was more like a child missing a toy because someone else had picked it up. She had become such a persistent presence in his life it was hard not to notice when she was gone and well, she had saved him the trouble of going to Arkham himself to break her out. He supposed the least he could do was indulge her for a short moment. It was so rare that he did, he was aware that he gave her more bruises than she ever deserved and it was unlike the chaotic agent to be so unfair. That was what made Harley different. She made him break his core principals. It was the reason she had hope and the reason that he would always pretend that there was none.

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charliewebb:

“Of c-course I did Jack. It’s s-so good to s-see you again.” Charlotte told him, crossing over to him with a smile on her face. The last time she had seen Jack, the first time she had met him, he had come in bloody and possibly very close to death. She had stitched him up, and then read him a few chapters of Alice in Wonderland. He was gone when she went to check on him the next morning. Then the city went to hell and there hadn’t been a chance to try and find him and see how he was. She was relieved to see that he appeared uninjured. “W-Where have you b-been these last few weeks?”

Jack's smile was softened already by the prosthetic, toning down the intense grin he was flashing at Charlotte. It was much more pleasant to be talking with the woman when she wasn’t stabbing a needle into his skin. “Hm... the last few weeks? Hiding, of course !” He chuckled. “Didn’t want to ah-- get caught up in THAT war between all those righteous creatures.” That was a lie. Joker had been in the middle, killing as he pleased and enjoying the best seat on the streets to view all the wonderful chaos.

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It had taken a little while, but Booklyn and her apartment had been fixed up and put back in order. With Bruce repairing shelves, Tony working on security, Scott offering her a place to stay and numerous others helping however they could, Charlotte’s little haven was finally ready to be reopened to the public. Better yet, no one had come to arrest her for having a secret room. Her secret was still kept safe, and now her world could go back to normal. She stood behind her counter, opening up yet another box of new books to replace the ones that had been destroyed when the bell above the door dinged. She looked up, smiling at the person who walked into Booklyn. “Well, w-what do you think? Everything s-seems to be put back to normal, r-right?” She asked with a chuckle as she started unloading the books from the box and onto the counter top to sort and put away.

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It was too tempting not to pop in on the little bookworm he had met as Jack. Disguise in place, he really did find the prosthetic highly uncomfortable but it was worth it to poke at one of his more innocent lies. Sometimes it was dun to appear as just a normal fellow and then wonder what kind of scandalize faces would they wear if they knew the real psychopathic clown behind the makeup. Clicking his tongue with the bell that sounded above as he entered the little shop, he watched Charlie move about in her space. “Looks fantastic, Char.” He crooned in a sweet tone and a wide grin to match. “Did ya MISS me?”

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thatclownlady:

  Harley was shaking, clutching her phone to stare at the address every now and then to make sure she was on the right track to check if it had really been him messaging her or if she’d imagined it. It was already getting late, but she couldn’t wait. She had to see him now, had to get her answers, she had to see his reaction to meeting her again. And hers, too. There were little signs about her that let on to her past running away with him; her blonde locks were hidden in a bun, her dress partially covered by a light coat, her feet in heels. Pretty much like the old days - when they’d met for the first time. She was a different person and he had to know it.

Knees weak, she entered the building, looking around curiously. To others, this might have been spooky, but not to her. It looked like just any other loveden hideout they’d lived in in the couple of years before she’d been hospitalized. It kind of, kind of felt like coming home, something she’d been searching for since coming to New York. No. It couldn’t, this wasn’t her, thiswasn’theranymore… “M-mister J?” Harley tried to steady her voice but failed. The only sound she heard was the clicking of her shoes on the ground and her own voice. Was he even here?

The delay between offering his number to that nosy investigator and to hearing from his dear Harley again was a surprise. Joker wondered if the investigator had waited to hand over the number or if Harley was second guessing their reunion. Taking a better path from what he heard. His blond counterpart probably had doubts, wondering if she would allow herself to be dragged down the rabbit hole all over again by the clown prince of crime. If Joker had his way that was exactly what was going to happen.

The click of heels alerted the clown first, Joker was tending to some chemicals, a new formula he was tinkering around with for an upcoming job. The twinkling sound of her voice sounded through the building, a shaky echo bouncing from wall to wall. Setting down his tools, he straightened out his trademark dark purple coat, running slim fingers through his green locks in a failed attempt to tame them. “Well, well, well. LOOK what the cat dragged in,” he announced with a rumbling laughter, appearing from the shadows of a hallway. “What’cha doin’ just standing around, darlin’?”

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thatclownlady: 

( UNSENT ✉ → Mister J): i’m still ur darling ( UNSENT ✉ → Mister J): i thought u had forgotten abt me ( UNSENT ✉ → Mister J): i’m so glad i found u ( UNSENT ✉ → Mister J): where were u? i miss u!!!!! (✉ → Mister J): i hope it is! wasn’t so easy finding u.. (✉ → Mister J): yours. i gotta pick a bone with u, mister. asap

(✉ → mrs chaos): oh, i heard but that’s the point! (✉ → mrs chaos): i wanted to play a little game for old time’s sake (✉ → mrs chaos): i’ll be waiting (✉ → mrs chaos): *address*

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(✉ → Mister J): Mr J? Is this ur number?

(✉ → Mister J): It’s Harley. Haven’t seen you in a while. I wanna talk to you, can we talk?

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(✉ → mrs chaos): I don’t know, is it??? (✉ → mrs chaos): I’m just kidding, darling. (✉ → mrs chaos): Your place or mine?

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charliewebb:

“I’m g-glad you think so.” Charlotte chuckled a little. She made herself more comfortable in her spot before opening the book and starting to read. Of course she still stuttered over some of the words, but she seemed more at home and more comfortable speaking when she was reading the text on the page. She read through the first chapter, glancing up at Jack with a small smile. “Why d-did you want me to read to you a-anyway?”

Joker settled into a comfortable position, fingers laced together atop his chest as he listened. He focused on the details and inflection in her voice, easily disregarding her stutter. The story filtered in through the chaos of his mind, offering him a scrap of peace he assumed people were supposed to feel as they drifted off. His eyes remained open but they stayed fixed to a point on the ceiling until she called his attention and he turned to look at her. “Hm... to ah--- see what you would pick. I like the sound of your voice.”

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charliewebb:

Charlotte’s brows arched a little in surprise. It wasn’t very often someone asked her to read to them, but that was apparently what Jack wanted. She nodded at his request, offering a gentle smile. “I’m s-sure I could find something. I’ll b-be right back.” She told him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before getting up and walking back up into the shop. She came down a moment later, holding a book to her chest. “It’s um… o-one of my favorites. You’ve r-read Alice In Wonderland right?” She asked, sitting down on the cot by his side and holding the book in her lap.

After she left, Joker glanced down at the part of his arm she had touched, still tingling with the sensation. This whole interaction was becoming cozy, homey almost and it disturbed the clown prince. He was playing it up with the book just to give the girl the right to say she had ready a bedtime story to the infamous clown but he wondered if he should have let it be. “Hm... Alice In Wonderland. A classic !” The irony of being read that particular story was not lost on him but he just lied back and waited for her to begin.

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charliewebb:

Charlotte couldn’t help but smile a little. “Don’t g-get too excited. I’m n-not sleeping down here.” She chuckled a little, shaking her head at him. She frowned a little at his words, but she did put the pills away. A lot of heroes rejected them, so she had learned not to take it to heart if they rejected them. Some people preferred being alert, she could understand that. “I’m j-just glad that you’re all f-fixed up now. You s-scared me a little Jack.”

“No? Too bad,” he muttered, not sounding all that disappointed. Joker nodded, clicking his tongue in thought before shaking his head and lying back. “I do scare people quite a bit,” he chuckled, glancing up at the girl. “This is a bookshop isn’t it. Think you have time to read me something? Dealer’s choice.” He wondered if this girl would be able to peace together the connection between Jack and the Joker if she should ever meet him again because he had forgotten what it was like to be looked at without disgust.

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charliewebb:

Charlotte stitched him up as quickly as she could, as steadily as she could. “Well, that’s g-good, because I’d prefer you to s-stay here overnight.” She glanced at him briefly before looking back at her handiwork. “Just to m-make sure you’re okay. You’re banged u-up pretty badly.” She finished with the stitches, wrapping his torso in bandages to keep the stitches protected. She pulled back to get him painkillers and a bottle of water, spilling some of the pills into her palm. “You sh-should take these. They’ll m-make you drowsy, but they’ll help w-with the pain.”

“Ooh, a sleepover.” He chuckled, reminding himself to keep it friendly and less intimidating. Joker could play more than just crazy, he considered himself a well rounded actor. “Well, if it’s the doctor’s order.” Nowhere to be, although, his prosthetic might be uncomfortable sleep in. He shifted to sit up slightly, peering down at bandaged torso before his eyes flickered over to gaze at the pills. “Pain is my game. I’ll pass on the pills, dollface.” Now that he no longer feared his internal organs falling out, the pain was nothing and he was contemplating whether or not he should sneak out before morning. “Hm, but thank you, Char.”

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redheadliss:

It was easy, shutting off the emotions like a switch and allowing herself to only feel the anger, let her powers take over and let out the frustration on whoever got in her way, Syndicate, Strike Force or the Joker himself, it didn’t matter to Liss anymore, she was sick of this fight and the pain that had come from it. She barely noticed the gunshots until the cackle came from behind her, her own cringe joining those of the hooded figure, the only common ground the men in black and Liss had was the fact that he terrified them, the pure terror he seemed to carry wherever he went without any regard for others. The redhead had heard the stories, seen the scars, hell she had even let her fingertips run along them once in a while when Jason was preoccupied, she knew all too well what the clown was capable of and that terrified her almost as much as the Syndicate themselves. None seemed to speak up at his question, though she didn’t blame them. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder, Liss sent a glare his way before turning back to the man she had punched, only to see him on the floor, dead. “God fucking…are you kidding me?!” She swore in Russian to herself, there was no easy way to get these guys to talk. Turning back to the Joker, Liss’ lips set in a hard line, knowing another group wouldn’t be far behind, “Why save me? You could have killed me, right there, or let them. You didn’t even have to get your hands dirty.”

They clearly hadn’t prepared for the agent of chaos and Joker found it pathetic how grossly unprepared and almost scared they look even under the mask of the hoods. One figure had enough courage to lift his gun, aiming it at the clown but Joker knew by their shaking hands, the flames of hatred in their eyes were being doused by a cold terror. It was why the bullet merely grazed his shoulder and again, he only laughed at the lame attempt before emptying the last of his bullets into the fool.

His laughter died down to a low chuckle when the only sounds of gunfire were far of from their own fight. Piercing pools shifted over to view the angry expression of his fighting companion. Her questions cut off the last of his laughter, silence lingering between them as he simply stared at her in response.

“ Do you n e e d a reason ? ” Of course she does. Everyone does. That one bad day Joker often spoke of, included seeing the reason behind there being no reason. Joker acted on instict and rash impulse. His impulse to save Liss as she generously put it, had been born from the selfish desire of wanting to be the one that broke his own toys. “ And I HARDLY call this getting my hands dirty, sweetheart. See, we all known I’ve done much worse. ”

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charliewebb:

Charlotte nodded at the name. “That’s a n-nice name Jack.” She told him kindly, taking a deep breath as she held the needle ready. “Can you l-look the other way please?” She asked softly. Eyes on her while she was stitching made her anxious, and no one liked shaky hands when it came to stitches. “I’ll t-try and be quick, I p-promise.”

Jack nodded, forcing his canine smile into a neutral expression. The pain was barely an ache now that his abdomen was resembling less swish cheese and more a cadaver of Frankenstein. “Hm, sure.” A man who’s very aura made people uncomfortable, he was quick to comply in order to make sure she got the job done right. “No hurry, I have nowhere to be looking like this.”

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redheadliss:

Another night, another attempt to cross town without getting caught up with the strike force or their constant attempts to take her in. Going rogue hadn’t ever been the plan, but she couldn’t stand by and watch innocents get hurt by something she had once believed in. What she hadn’t expected, was yet another run in with the Joker, it seemed wherever she went he wasn’t far behind now, whether it was that he had taken a liking to her (please god, no) or that he enjoyed pissing Jason off, she now found herself pressed against the cold wall of an alley. Trying not to think of what he was going to do to her, Liss concentrated on the sounds of the strike force passing, thankful that the crazed man was there for just a moment to save her another fight.

As the gunshot rang through her ears, the redhead managed to duck out of the way, breathing heavy now that his hand was removed from her mouth, but it was only as she looked up she realized her mistake. He had pulled her into a fight with the Syndicate, the one group Liss hadn’t expected to see on the streets so openly, but she watched the man with a morbid fascination as he danced around the cloaked figures, shooting them without a car. Finding herself between two, both towering over her, Liss retaliated with her powers, the one thing that would piss them off more than even the Joker. Hair flicking out to pull one of them down as her leg flew up into a kick, she allowed the adrenaline to take over, remembering her silent promise not to let her morals get in the way of what needed to be done. “Two down here. If you wouldn’t mind.” There was an almost evil smirk playing in the corner of her lips as she passed the Joker, winking playfully before getting back into the fight with ease, using the extensive training she had received in the tower to take another three down, strands of red flying out around them like a whip to pull the figures to the floor before knocking them out. Standing over them, Liss allowed herself to punch what seemed to be their groups leader, watching the blood run down from his lip before stepping back, “That’s for Attilan.”

It was all a game to the mad clown, dancing through the storm of bullets as he returned them with his own. Joker wasn’t even necessarily shooting to kill, he was reckless in his movements, always hitting one of the cloaked figured but often it was in the arm or the leg, something that would hurt and debilitate them. Seeing the cloaks becoming stained with blood, he laughed loud enough that it rang out over every gunshot.

Some of the attention was taken away when he noticed bright strands striking out to show some love to the hoods. The sparks of glee in his eyes turned into full blown flames when he saw the change in her features, reminiscent of an old flame. Within moments, two bullets were placed in the skulls of the members on the ground, uncaring if that’s what she wanted. He saw potential in that gaze and he did not want it to go to waste. The bloodier this fight, the better.

“ Ooh, watch out, ladies and gentlemen ! She’s a REAL fighter ! ” Joker cackled, noticing how the Syndicate members seemed to visibly cringe away from him. They knew he was nothing more than human but he was testing their definition of humanity and he wouldn’t be surprised if he got lumped in with the supers. He was no sympathizer, of course, but if somebody went after his toys, he was a shoot first ask never kind of guy. “ What’s wrong, guys ? Cat got your tongue ? I thought you all were looking for some homicidal fun ! ”

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@redheadliss

the chaos was eating joker alive. dressed in his trademark outfit, his scars were painted over by a blood red and green strands of his hair contrasted against the stark white skin of his forehead. the dark purple of his suit stood out against the uniforms of the syndicate and strike force. a rifle was perched on his shoulder as he carelessly held the handle of the gun like it could slip from his grasp with every skip to his step. this was far from his own doing but joker reveled in the anarchy that filled the streets, igniting civilians to turn against their protectors and heroes to turn against their handlers.

it was only by chance that he found himself in contact with a bright haired female he had grown an interest for. it reached beyond just messing with the former bat brat. now, he had a keen interest in the woman herself and everything that made her tick.

“shh...” he whispered, gun falling to his side as the cool brick of the alley settled against his back. he had pulled her into the entrance to save her from a fatal encounter with numbers that far outweighed her own, with or without powers. he kept a firm grasp over her mouth, chin hooked over her shoulder as he peered out of the alley, waiting for them to pass. “quiet,” he finally spoke in a small hiss, slowly uncovering her mouth. the clown thought the strike force unit had passed but he failed to see the syndicate members approaching the opposite way until he narrowly dodged a punch, shooting them in retaliation on instinct.

“Oopsies,” he uttered with a dark grin as he faced the cloaked members who were now enraged at the sight of their dead comrade. chaos followed him wherever he went and he had pulled her into the fray with him. fun, he mused to himself before taking aim at another cloaked figure.

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charliewebb:

Charlotte did her best to be gentle with him, but one could only be so gentle when there was at least a layer of blood to take off of already bruised skin before proceeding to stitch someone up. She glanced up at the man, smiling a little before looking back at her work. “You d-do have a point there.” She mused. “M-My name is Charlotte, but I u-usually go by Charlie or Char or L-Lottie, some sort of nickname. Now it’s your t-turn.” She mused, setting down the disinfectant and carefully threading the needle.

The smile cast in his direction was unfamiliar, it held warmth and lacked any cold force or maniacal glee behind it. “I like Char,” he settled, flashing a grin at the woman as he contemplated making a big reveal or holding off awhile longer. “The name’s... Jack.” As much fun as it would be to see the stuttering woman’s face light up with horror, he needed her to finish stitching him up. It wasn’t fun to be jabbed in the side by someone with shaky hands.