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@jokerpathiic-blog
( gothamsbuttkicker ):
“ Do I get bonus points for not only finding the Joker but finding him first? Let’s make this as easy as possible. You and I both know it’s going to end up with you back at Arkham. ”
“now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, hmm? you didn’t find me, i showed you. quite like leading a horse to water.” he let out a dramatic sigh mixed with a mild groan. “arrogant, cocky--it could just as easily end with you in a body bag.”
( harleyxquiinn ):
“There isn’t one! That’s what I love about you, you know. You’ve got such class, such style! And you look great in makeup.”
“ya just have a way with words don’t ya, harley?”
( harleyxquiinn ):
“I’m tryin’ out a new look. Whaddaya think?”
“i may be biased but think this might just be my favorite look yet!”
( gothamsbuttkicker ):
“So, what? Now we’re having a scavenger hunt for psychopaths? How fun.”
“oh really now? would you like some help looking?”
“Criminals these days--they lack so much tact. I mean really, where’s the challenge anymore?”
bewarebatspoilers:
“Of course, when are you not…” Her sarcastic statement was followed by a sigh. “However you’re able to say that with a such a straight face; that scares me.”
“oh trust me, i’ll be smiling like a mad man the whole time!” he chuckled darkly, infamous laugh starting out low and drawn out before rising to a loud cackle.
bewarebatspoilers:
“So…” She said, in full costume, eyeing the person that just looked a liiiittle too suspicious and out of the ordinary for her to ignore. “Whatcha up tooo?”
“’bout ta’ kill somebody--what else do ya do with a knife?”
theworldneedswonderwoman:
“It won’t be fun. Not for you anyway. I am not like your Batman. I will have no issue striking you down permanently if the situation calls for it.”
“I think I like you. You’re exciting. If you ask me, Bats is a little too moral.” If only the threat of death actually did anything to hold him at bay.
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theworldneedswonderwoman:
“Stay down, little man.”
“Now what fun would that be?”
thefirstbxtgirl:
“You need to be in Arkham.”
“Do I now? Well, you know better than anyone how that arrangement goes.” he chuckled quietly. “How are you since our last little--visit, hmm?”
harleyxquiinn:
“I suppose not in the end, but it doesn’t need to be brought early. We all end up the same, but we get to do different things while we’re here. It’s about making the time count.” She was trying to keep her face neutral, but for a second Harleen’s face twitched at his words. “I’d say that would classify you as a narcissist, but you are effective in your methods no matter how…. skewered they seem.” It was her turn to shrug noncommittally. “So if there’s no God, you then fill the job that he would have.”
“Reason.” She repeated. “I’m not condoning what you do, but you have an interesting way of thinking. Did you know that?” A really, really interesting way of thinking. He was making her wonder more things than she in all her other years of living. Batman wasn’t a hero. He was just as crazy as the Joker, but people accepted him because his methods were more conventional. It wasn’t fair at all. Harleen shook her head, a smile growing on her lips. “Harley? Huh. I think I like that. Dr. Quinzel is the name I earned, but Harleen always seemed so stuffy. Harley is different.” It was the name of a different kind of woman, one that Harleen had never been. “Don’t worry,” she chuckled. “My feathers aren’t white.”
“The saying goes ‘only the good die young’....” his tongue flicks out over his lower lip “I suppose that’s why bats isn’t buried yet.” he replied, eyes trailing from her momentarily. “--not that I want him dead.” he corrected, lifting an index finger as his gaze snapped back to her, shaking his head. “...no, no. I quite like the batman.” not in the means that he would ever want to befriend him, but he was smart, interesting. He was so much more fun that toying with all the cops and regular kids on the street. A small smile curls at his lips at her words. He leaned forward some, growing closer to her “It’s an peculiar thing when the mad start to make sense, isn’t it?” he questioned, arching a brow, voice low as he watched her with steady eyes. “...--I like to think I see the world for what it really is, all the sane--all they do is hide under a blanket of misguided hope. It’s when your eyes open and you see the shadows for the monsters that they really are...--it’s then that you finally see what a sick, dark joke the world is.” he nodded curtly, leaning back again. It gets a little more satisfaction out of the fact that she likes the new nickname than he should and even more when she claims her feathers aren’t white. “Harley suits you best I think.--oh? And what color are they?”
purplevigilante:
“It’s Huntress, you face painted demon,” she answered with a scoff. Even though he was probably the most vile creature she had ever come in contact with, his degree of psychosis was unmatched and almost intriguing, however she would not let on how fascinated she was, it would only boost his ego. Upon hearing his options, The Huntress rolled her eyes, “Neither,” she answered with boredom tinging the words before pressing a finger in her ear, “You got that?” she said speaking to the person on the other end of the comm link before returning her attention back to the clown, “If it were up to me you would be dead but Batman insists I keep you alive, so let’s go,” she muttered.
“You heroes, your minds are all so organized. Impulse goes here, anger goes there, happiness gets a dark tiny little corner in the back...there’s a big red button somewhere in the center of the room. Ooh, it’s just so tempting, so fun to push!” he snickered. “You’re, in a way, like your own ticking time bombs. “ he licked his lips, pausing. “No--you’re like the wick with a dud attached to the end. So much morality, so much good. And I...I get all the fun, all the suspense of lighting the fuse and then just before you blow up and the shrapnel shoots out----nothing happens. And you reset. All of the excitement and none of the consequence.” Not that it would deter him if there were. “You might want them to hurry, time is of the essence. How many subway stations are there? How many apartment buildings....?”
purplevigilante:
She shrugged a bit in response to his words, “Its not like me and Batman are on the best of terms as it is, so what’s there to lose, really? He’ll figure out a way to save those people, he always does, my job is just to secure the insignificant boss behind this debacle,” she tightened her grip a bit, “check!”
“you’re an interesting creature, miss---ah, who are you?” he asked, glancing down at her attire. “no matter!” he waved it off, moving to the next subject. She could take him to Arkham, he’d be out in a few days and with every visit he was that much closer to tugging at Harley’s last threads. He was just waiting for the pin to drop. “okay, i’ll play nice. you decide. subway station or apartment building?”
purplevigilante:
Helena’s face contorted to one of disgust at Joker’s laugh. She now understood why Bruce came home so exhausted after dealing with the clown. She had only been trailing him for one night and she already wanted to sleep for the rest of her life. Finally she shrugged and lifted him to his feet, still holding onto his neck, “you must not get the difference between me and Batman. I couldn’t care less who gets hurt, all that matters is I get you, which I did,” she explained truthfully, “I leave the whole city-savior thing to ‘Bats’”.
“ooh hoo hoo!!” he clasped his hands together excitedly. “this just got so much more interesting! You want me? Just me? Fantastic! I can’t imagine the batman will be too thrilled to know you left fourteen hundred people die for lil ol’ me, but I’m flattered, really. What do you plan to do with me, hmm?”
