“ yea-h, don’t sweat it, baby. my appetite went t’ the same place these guys are right now. ” oh, she can barely stand straight and she can barely be understood with that hand on her mouth preventing an accident that, believe it or not, could end up making the place be a tad bit more… unpleasant. it’s the smell, it’s the sight, it’s her skipping breakfast this morning; now mix all the previous things and add the pinch of uneasiness superstition never fails carrying. still, curious eyes manage peeking from behind his back—- “ ha, an’ to think he’s younger than you, boss. what not wearin’ sunscreen does to ya! so deteriorated. ”
—-, same pair seconds later widens with panic after landing on the toy he decided bringing, and she took a deep breath despite the smell and the joker’s arm is suddenly found captive of a set of tiny hands. “ noooow that’s a bit disrespectful, sweetie, he could get mad. ” last words sliding out in a raspy whisper.
the joker advances towards the body, twirling the knife in his hand. ❝ not to worry, baby ... we’ll be out of here in a JIFFY ! ❞ his hand LIFTS into the air, ready to come down on the corpse’s abdomen ---- when he’s yanked backwards. he keeps his arm in the air, turning his head around to face the anchor that keeps him still.
his smile fades only to return rather FORCED. ❝ harley ... ❞ the joker YANKS his arm out of her grasp, taking a moment to regain his composure. how SIMPLE this all was ; all he had to do was STICK the knife in this boy’s stomach and pull out what was rightfully his. if the bastard hadn’t swallowed it in the first place, he wouldn’t have to get his hands DIRTY ----- but alas. ❝ harley, pumpkin ... why don’t you go wait in the car ? i’d be done quicker if your WEAK COMPOSITION could only handle the most simple of DISTURBANCES. now out of my way, i’m BUSY. ❞
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