Send In the Clowns

We're all a little mad here. You'll fit in justtttttttttttt fine. ( Indie Harley Quinn RP Blog, Comic, Animated Series and Film based.  Mun is 21+, Semi Selective. Please read rules before interacting. This blog is NOT a meme source

[qu-tipie]

Now to lay down some rules and regulations. I know… I know… this is usually the page I yawn reading too, but I promise I will try my best to keep this witty and lighthearted.

-I am 30 +With that being said … yes I am over 18 years of age, but that doesn’t stop me from interacting with those younger then me. Anyone is welcome to RP with me or spin a spell of questions and answers. BUT… if you are under the age of 18, I’m dreadfully sorry… smutt threads are off limits. In fact so is all interaction

- All smutt threads will be placed under read more

Now that I might have lost over half of the people reading these rules, Lets Continue :P.

- As stated on my page, This is a Cannon RP page for Harley Quinn/ Quinzel. This does not mean I will discriminate RPing with character outside of this fandom.  I am open to rp with any character from any fandom, or any original characters. It may be harder to rp if I do not know your fandom.

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- Last rule is…. Have fun! After all why else would I be doing this?

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I actually have fewer overseas, so I get it,” Roy told her. But he did have international safehouses in some of the places he visited more. “You know you’re always welcome in any of them. I’m sorry it took me so long to invite you here.”

[qu-tipie]

At that invitation Harley's mouth knew silence a lump formed in her throat at being trusted. At his apology she quickly leaned in and kissed him, because words didn't seem to suffice.

Her grocery bag accidently bumped along his ribs, and for a moment Harley flinched back scatterbrained as she went to check the floor in case something fell out.

"I'm so so sworrrrrrrrrry... "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

It hurt only because it was his injured side, but Roy had practice in hiding pain so it hardly showed on his face, emerald eyes fixed on her. He chuckled as he took a half step back to give her some space. “No need to be sorry. You didn’t mean to.”

[qu-tipie]

She nodded still feeling a touch ashamed. He had caught her off guard and try as she might the old methods of flirting seemed stupid.

" SOooo ugh... weapons galley under tha' bed or bunkered down below? I mean jus' in case you make a run for it and hold me at arrows length for hitting inta' you."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I keep weapons everywhere if you know where to look,” he told her. “And you’re welcome to those too.” Which was…he didn’t share his weapons with just anyone.

[qu-tipie]

" I'm more a dagger girly. Hammer... but if you wanna get that same ego boost guys get when they teach a girl pool. You can teach me how ta' do bow work. Don't worry not now.. I'll give ya' rest fa' yer' injury. Besides yer' on a roll with this whole relation thing. Why spoil it with work."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

The mental image of her with a bow did things to him that were distracting. “I would love to teach you how to use a bow, Harls,” he told her.

[qu-tipie]

" I can shoot one it's jus' I can't promise it will be any good. Besides I've stolen Ollies bow on a few occasions 'en yeah I always gave it back. Too fucking hard to pull back on. Good fa' resistance training though till tha' string snapped back at my hand."

For a moment she studied how he was looking at her, before looking at her bag. " You hungry? Trust me you missed a show. Battle of a marble rye and hearin' who could shove a whole jar of gerkins inta' who. Reminded me of home or well my second home."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He tried to imagine her struggling with a bow with Ollie’s calibrations and smiled a bit fondly at the mental image. “Yeah, I could eat,” Roy told her. “Sounds like you witnessed the fight of the century,” he teased.

[qu-tipie]

" I swear if I didn't know any better those broads were old baseball players."

With a laugh at the experience she allowed Roy to take her to the kitchen. Harley wasn't that skilled in cooking. She could make anything premade that had instructions sure, but she never had the time to honestly pick out a recipe and learn from it. There was always work, training, or another scheme she needed to be a part of.

Sandwiches though... that she could do. Laying out the plastic bags of deli meats and cheeses along the counter she looked confused about where to source a knife. "C'mon you have better knives in yer' armory then what you have in tha' kitchen?" It was only then she opened her mouth in thought, "....Because if it was a home invasion okay...noted..," Harley said as she began to pull out a drawer and feel the underside for a concealed weapon.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He moved to stand behind her, bringing an arm up to hold her hand and help her find the knife strapped beneath the drawer. “I only keep the best in this house,” Roy assured her.

[qu-tipie]

Harley smiled as she felt his hand guide hers. She inclined closer to him. It wasn't exactly normal to swoon over finding hidden spots in a house, in fact most tik toks were the thing of trauma and expensive therapy.

" So am I tha' best? Since I'm in tha' house," she asked feeling the balance of the knife fall into her hand.

" I didn't know if ya' were a umm a mustard, mayo, or like olive oil balsamic kinda person," she said trying to remain calm and adjusted.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He ran his hand up her arm, fingertips gentle against her skin and kissed her shoulder, then her neck. “You are,” he answered quietly. The best he’d ever had in a lot of ways. It was a terrifying realization, how close they were getting.

[qu-tipie]

"Yer' a smart man answering like that after giving me a blade," she chuckled. Taking her hand out from the groove she watched his hands and carefully put down the blade.

"Was it tha' bow thing or ya' really like sandwiches?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I actually have fewer overseas, so I get it,” Roy told her. But he did have international safehouses in some of the places he visited more. “You know you’re always welcome in any of them. I’m sorry it took me so long to invite you here.”

[qu-tipie]

At that invitation Harley's mouth knew silence a lump formed in her throat at being trusted. At his apology she quickly leaned in and kissed him, because words didn't seem to suffice.

Her grocery bag accidently bumped along his ribs, and for a moment Harley flinched back scatterbrained as she went to check the floor in case something fell out.

"I'm so so sworrrrrrrrrry... "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

It hurt only because it was his injured side, but Roy had practice in hiding pain so it hardly showed on his face, emerald eyes fixed on her. He chuckled as he took a half step back to give her some space. “No need to be sorry. You didn’t mean to.”

[qu-tipie]

She nodded still feeling a touch ashamed. He had caught her off guard and try as she might the old methods of flirting seemed stupid.

" SOooo ugh... weapons galley under tha' bed or bunkered down below? I mean jus' in case you make a run for it and hold me at arrows length for hitting inta' you."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I keep weapons everywhere if you know where to look,” he told her. “And you’re welcome to those too.” Which was…he didn’t share his weapons with just anyone.

[qu-tipie]

" I'm more a dagger girly. Hammer... but if you wanna get that same ego boost guys get when they teach a girl pool. You can teach me how ta' do bow work. Don't worry not now.. I'll give ya' rest fa' yer' injury. Besides yer' on a roll with this whole relation thing. Why spoil it with work."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

The mental image of her with a bow did things to him that were distracting. “I would love to teach you how to use a bow, Harls,” he told her.

[qu-tipie]

" I can shoot one it's jus' I can't promise it will be any good. Besides I've stolen Ollies bow on a few occasions 'en yeah I always gave it back. Too fucking hard to pull back on. Good fa' resistance training though till tha' string snapped back at my hand."

For a moment she studied how he was looking at her, before looking at her bag. " You hungry? Trust me you missed a show. Battle of a marble rye and hearin' who could shove a whole jar of gerkins inta' who. Reminded me of home or well my second home."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He tried to imagine her struggling with a bow with Ollie’s calibrations and smiled a bit fondly at the mental image. “Yeah, I could eat,” Roy told her. “Sounds like you witnessed the fight of the century,” he teased.

[qu-tipie]

" I swear if I didn't know any better those broads were old baseball players."

With a laugh at the experience she allowed Roy to take her to the kitchen. Harley wasn't that skilled in cooking. She could make anything premade that had instructions sure, but she never had the time to honestly pick out a recipe and learn from it. There was always work, training, or another scheme she needed to be a part of.

Sandwiches though... that she could do. Laying out the plastic bags of deli meats and cheeses along the counter she looked confused about where to source a knife. "C'mon you have better knives in yer' armory then what you have in tha' kitchen?" It was only then she opened her mouth in thought, "....Because if it was a home invasion okay...noted..," Harley said as she began to pull out a drawer and feel the underside for a concealed weapon.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He moved to stand behind her, bringing an arm up to hold her hand and help her find the knife strapped beneath the drawer. “I only keep the best in this house,” Roy assured her.

[qu-tipie]

Harley smiled as she felt his hand guide hers. She inclined closer to him. It wasn't exactly normal to swoon over finding hidden spots in a house, in fact most tik toks were the thing of trauma and expensive therapy.

" So am I tha' best? Since I'm in tha' house," she asked feeling the balance of the knife fall into her hand.

" I didn't know if ya' were a umm a mustard, mayo, or like olive oil balsamic kinda person," she said trying to remain calm and adjusted.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I actually have fewer overseas, so I get it,” Roy told her. But he did have international safehouses in some of the places he visited more. “You know you’re always welcome in any of them. I’m sorry it took me so long to invite you here.”

[qu-tipie]

At that invitation Harley's mouth knew silence a lump formed in her throat at being trusted. At his apology she quickly leaned in and kissed him, because words didn't seem to suffice.

Her grocery bag accidently bumped along his ribs, and for a moment Harley flinched back scatterbrained as she went to check the floor in case something fell out.

"I'm so so sworrrrrrrrrry... "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

It hurt only because it was his injured side, but Roy had practice in hiding pain so it hardly showed on his face, emerald eyes fixed on her. He chuckled as he took a half step back to give her some space. “No need to be sorry. You didn’t mean to.”

[qu-tipie]

She nodded still feeling a touch ashamed. He had caught her off guard and try as she might the old methods of flirting seemed stupid.

" SOooo ugh... weapons galley under tha' bed or bunkered down below? I mean jus' in case you make a run for it and hold me at arrows length for hitting inta' you."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I keep weapons everywhere if you know where to look,” he told her. “And you’re welcome to those too.” Which was…he didn’t share his weapons with just anyone.

[qu-tipie]

" I'm more a dagger girly. Hammer... but if you wanna get that same ego boost guys get when they teach a girl pool. You can teach me how ta' do bow work. Don't worry not now.. I'll give ya' rest fa' yer' injury. Besides yer' on a roll with this whole relation thing. Why spoil it with work."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

The mental image of her with a bow did things to him that were distracting. “I would love to teach you how to use a bow, Harls,” he told her.

[qu-tipie]

" I can shoot one it's jus' I can't promise it will be any good. Besides I've stolen Ollies bow on a few occasions 'en yeah I always gave it back. Too fucking hard to pull back on. Good fa' resistance training though till tha' string snapped back at my hand."

For a moment she studied how he was looking at her, before looking at her bag. " You hungry? Trust me you missed a show. Battle of a marble rye and hearin' who could shove a whole jar of gerkins inta' who. Reminded me of home or well my second home."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He tried to imagine her struggling with a bow with Ollie’s calibrations and smiled a bit fondly at the mental image. “Yeah, I could eat,” Roy told her. “Sounds like you witnessed the fight of the century,” he teased.

[qu-tipie]

" I swear if I didn't know any better those broads were old baseball players."

With a laugh at the experience she allowed Roy to take her to the kitchen. Harley wasn't that skilled in cooking. She could make anything premade that had instructions sure, but she never had the time to honestly pick out a recipe and learn from it. There was always work, training, or another scheme she needed to be a part of.

Sandwiches though... that she could do. Laying out the plastic bags of deli meats and cheeses along the counter she looked confused about where to source a knife. "C'mon you have better knives in yer' armory then what you have in tha' kitchen?" It was only then she opened her mouth in thought, "....Because if it was a home invasion okay...noted..," Harley said as she began to pull out a drawer and feel the underside for a concealed weapon.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I actually have fewer overseas, so I get it,” Roy told her. But he did have international safehouses in some of the places he visited more. “You know you’re always welcome in any of them. I’m sorry it took me so long to invite you here.”

[qu-tipie]

At that invitation Harley's mouth knew silence a lump formed in her throat at being trusted. At his apology she quickly leaned in and kissed him, because words didn't seem to suffice.

Her grocery bag accidently bumped along his ribs, and for a moment Harley flinched back scatterbrained as she went to check the floor in case something fell out.

"I'm so so sworrrrrrrrrry... "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

It hurt only because it was his injured side, but Roy had practice in hiding pain so it hardly showed on his face, emerald eyes fixed on her. He chuckled as he took a half step back to give her some space. “No need to be sorry. You didn’t mean to.”

[qu-tipie]

She nodded still feeling a touch ashamed. He had caught her off guard and try as she might the old methods of flirting seemed stupid.

" SOooo ugh... weapons galley under tha' bed or bunkered down below? I mean jus' in case you make a run for it and hold me at arrows length for hitting inta' you."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I keep weapons everywhere if you know where to look,” he told her. “And you’re welcome to those too.” Which was…he didn’t share his weapons with just anyone.

[qu-tipie]

" I'm more a dagger girly. Hammer... but if you wanna get that same ego boost guys get when they teach a girl pool. You can teach me how ta' do bow work. Don't worry not now.. I'll give ya' rest fa' yer' injury. Besides yer' on a roll with this whole relation thing. Why spoil it with work."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

The mental image of her with a bow did things to him that were distracting. “I would love to teach you how to use a bow, Harls,” he told her.

[qu-tipie]

" I can shoot one it's jus' I can't promise it will be any good. Besides I've stolen Ollies bow on a few occasions 'en yeah I always gave it back. Too fucking hard to pull back on. Good fa' resistance training though till tha' string snapped back at my hand."

For a moment she studied how he was looking at her, before looking at her bag. " You hungry? Trust me you missed a show. Battle of a marble rye and hearin' who could shove a whole jar of gerkins inta' who. Reminded me of home or well my second home."

[lunesource]

the infernal creatures! a collection of dialogue memes based on hell, demons, and those from the underworld. content warning for blood, violence, and the like.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍

" that smell? fear always sweetens when it's fresh. "

" that wound wont kill me. it'll just make me angry. "

" your soul hums, do you know that? "

" this body isn't quite human, but it's close enough. "

" i can eat, i can drink, but none of it nourishes me. it's just habit at this point. "

" i didn't choose to look like this! it's the compromise i made to stay. "

" there are still parts of me that react like a human. "

" relax, if i wanted your soul, i'd have paperwork. "

" possession is rude. i prefer consent and eye contact. "

" i tried yoga first. didn't help with the horns. "

" i don't regret what i did. i regret that i needed to. "

" yes, the tail is prehensile. no, you may not touch it. "

" the horns aren't decorative! "

" i'm technically warm blooded - technically. "

" yes, i set off smoke detectors when i'm stressed. "

" my existence violates several laws. "

" the wings are real and fuck, the back pain is eternal. "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍

" if i touch you there, is it going to hurt you, or me? "

" you keep saying you're fine, but you're not breathing. "

" is that . . . blood? it doesn't look right. "

" should i be standing this close to you? "

" you're healing too fast. that's not normal is it? "

" where exactly is your heart? "

" do you need rest? or do you just . . . stop moving? "

" i know you said it'll regenerate but should i still bandage it? "

" you look like you're in pain, even if you say you're not. "

" is your tail doing that on purpose? "

" okay, i'm asking this respectfully . . . why do you have that many teeth? "

" please tell me that noise is normal for you. "

" can i touch your horn? just for a second! "

" does it bother you when i ask these things? "

" how are you still standing?! "

" were you born like this? or what happened to you? "

" wow your fangs are . . . really pointy. "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I actually have fewer overseas, so I get it,” Roy told her. But he did have international safehouses in some of the places he visited more. “You know you’re always welcome in any of them. I’m sorry it took me so long to invite you here.”

[qu-tipie]

At that invitation Harley's mouth knew silence a lump formed in her throat at being trusted. At his apology she quickly leaned in and kissed him, because words didn't seem to suffice.

Her grocery bag accidently bumped along his ribs, and for a moment Harley flinched back scatterbrained as she went to check the floor in case something fell out.

"I'm so so sworrrrrrrrrry... "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

It hurt only because it was his injured side, but Roy had practice in hiding pain so it hardly showed on his face, emerald eyes fixed on her. He chuckled as he took a half step back to give her some space. “No need to be sorry. You didn’t mean to.”

[qu-tipie]

She nodded still feeling a touch ashamed. He had caught her off guard and try as she might the old methods of flirting seemed stupid.

" SOooo ugh... weapons galley under tha' bed or bunkered down below? I mean jus' in case you make a run for it and hold me at arrows length for hitting inta' you."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I keep weapons everywhere if you know where to look,” he told her. “And you’re welcome to those too.” Which was…he didn’t share his weapons with just anyone.

[qu-tipie]

" I'm more a dagger girly. Hammer... but if you wanna get that same ego boost guys get when they teach a girl pool. You can teach me how ta' do bow work. Don't worry not now.. I'll give ya' rest fa' yer' injury. Besides yer' on a roll with this whole relation thing. Why spoil it with work."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I actually have fewer overseas, so I get it,” Roy told her. But he did have international safehouses in some of the places he visited more. “You know you’re always welcome in any of them. I’m sorry it took me so long to invite you here.”

[qu-tipie]

At that invitation Harley's mouth knew silence a lump formed in her throat at being trusted. At his apology she quickly leaned in and kissed him, because words didn't seem to suffice.

Her grocery bag accidently bumped along his ribs, and for a moment Harley flinched back scatterbrained as she went to check the floor in case something fell out.

"I'm so so sworrrrrrrrrry... "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

It hurt only because it was his injured side, but Roy had practice in hiding pain so it hardly showed on his face, emerald eyes fixed on her. He chuckled as he took a half step back to give her some space. “No need to be sorry. You didn’t mean to.”

[qu-tipie]

She nodded still feeling a touch ashamed. He had caught her off guard and try as she might the old methods of flirting seemed stupid.

" SOooo ugh... weapons galley under tha' bed or bunkered down below? I mean jus' in case you make a run for it and hold me at arrows length for hitting inta' you."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I actually have fewer overseas, so I get it,” Roy told her. But he did have international safehouses in some of the places he visited more. “You know you’re always welcome in any of them. I’m sorry it took me so long to invite you here.”

[qu-tipie]

At that invitation Harley's mouth knew silence a lump formed in her throat at being trusted. At his apology she quickly leaned in and kissed him, because words didn't seem to suffice.

Her grocery bag accidently bumped along his ribs, and for a moment Harley flinched back scatterbrained as she went to check the floor in case something fell out.

"I'm so so sworrrrrrrrrry... "

[qu-tipie]

“No, I wasn’t staring." Dick claimed, looking away quickly. "I was… observing. For reasons.”

-@wanted-to-do-more

" First off if you did look over here... you are a shitty liar at covering up. 'En yer' reasons for looking would be....?" Harley said lifting an eyebrow. She wanted to see how quick boy wonder was at spinning a story. It seemed weird that his social game and physical tactics didn't seem to match up. Then again if Batman was your partner, she didn't imagine there would be much conversing to be had.

[wanted-to-do-more]

Dick looked up at her with a frown. "That's not fair," he said. "You worked really hard to get to where you are now. And all of us..." He nodded toward the Batcave. "We've all been through a lot. The others, they might put up a tough face, but you wouldn't be on this team if we didn't trust you."

He sat up a little straighter and angled his body so that she could see him, but the others would only be able to see his back. He pointed. "Jason? He was the second Robin after me. When he came back from the dead, he became a crime lord with nothing but a bloodlust for vengeance." Then he pointed again. "Steph? Her dad was a rogue. She started out just to try to foil his plans before she took on the Batgirl moniker. Damian and Cass were born into the League of Assassins, trained to be the perfect weapons." He smiled at Harley. "So you see? We're all a little screwed up. That's why you fit in here."

[qu-tipie]

The innocence was almost a hilarity. For a moment she felt as though she were going to have to break it to him that life wasn't fair. She held her tongue, chuckling at his empathy. She let out a sigh looking up as though having to break the news that her work ethic most likely wasn't why she was on the team.

" Ughh.. ya' need someone that can do what I do. It's not about if ya' can trust me... More can ya' muzzle me 'en hope I can direct. This is more like sports. Yer' down a member and it's better ta' recruit than get bumped to last place.

"Yeah great guy... work well together but mmm jus' can't get past my ex killin' him off. SOooo ya' know someone bound ta' have baggage. Steph fine... but has a bit of a chip on her shoulda'. Cause someone as smart as me should have learned at least right from wrong. I don't think her mental breakdown of a caring father really warped her. I've seen more empathy in mob kids. I guess thats why they get other people ta' strike out against their family... or at least go inta' hiding.

Damian fuck that child has more issues than me... I honestly don't give a monkey's uncle that he don't trust me... he don't trust no one...okay save fa' you ... but I am sure ya' had to work fa' that... Cass..."

It was then the blonde was quiet. She didn't talk much but when she did it was simply to recommend books. She played the long game, but it seemed the two were simply indifferent towards one another.

"Wow... that speech sounded like a rewrite from Goonies or that Robin Williams movie Jack. Much appreciated but... I'll try to mask that I'm not bein' used. I like Guinea pigs though. So its okay. Thanks fa' tha' Ted Talk."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT *  i wrote these with the implication that the sender doesn't say a word before they perform the action. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ tug ] sender tugs receiver behind them during a tense moment

[ pull ] sender pulls receiver out of harm's way at the last second

[ tuck ] sender stares at receiver and quietly reaches up, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind receiver's ear

[ yank ] sender yanks receiver closer to them, ending up in semi-suggestive close proximity

[ steady ] sender grabs receiver's arm to steady them before they fall over

[ walk ] sender moves around receiver and walks closest to the street as they travel down the sidewalk, keeping receiver away from any potential danger in the roadway

[ untied ] sender drops to their knee and starts tying receiver's shoe for them

[ spoon ] sender lifts a spoon towards receiver's mouth, encouraging them to eat

[ trace ] sender traces receiver's lips with their thumb

[ pin ] sender pins receiver to a tucked-away spot in the shadows to avoid being caught

[ neck ] without a word, sender dips down to receiver's throat and kisses them soundly

[ handheld ] sender slips a hand behind their back and grabs receiver's fingers as they stand behind them

[ carry ] without asking, sender takes receiver's heavy bags from them and carries them

[ lock ] sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

[ drink ] sender brings receiver a drink and holds it to their lips, insisting they take a drink

[ reload ] sender reloads receiver's gun for them in the middle of a fight

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shelter receiver from an explosion or attack

[ carry ] sender picks up receiver and carries them off the battlefield and into a safe spot before running back to the fight

[ toss ] from a secret hiding spot only receiver and sender can see as they avoid an enemy, sender silently gestures to receiver to toss them (their gun, something valuable, etc.)

[ stairs ] sender offers out a hand to help receiver ascend or descend a staircase

[ cover ] sender covers receiver's eyes so they don't witness something gruesome

[ fix ] sender comes up to receiver and fixes their collar and/or tie

[ shake ] to convince receiver not to do something, sender hastily shakes their head from a distance

[ watch ] from a distance, sender taps on their watch to show receiver they're running out of time

[ i'll go ] sender gently pushes receiver back, taking charge and insisting they will handle the dangerous task

[ reach ] through a locked gate, sender reaches for receiver's hand

[ ship ] as receiver's ship takes off from the planet, sender waves to them from the ground and watches them leave

[ protect ] after someone threatens receiver, sender rushes over and gets right in their face to protect them

[ punch ] after someone attacks receiver, sender rushes over and punches them in retaliation

[ nip ] sender playfully nips at receiver's neck

[ knuckles ] sender kisses receiver's knuckles in a polite gesture

[ squeeze ] sender gives receiver's butt a playful squeeze from behind

[ danger ] as an all-powerful receiver is about to lose control of their powers and cause massive damage, sender finds their eyes and tries to talk them down

[ goodbye ] without saying a word, sender approaches receiver and kisses them goodbye

[ wipe ] sender wipes a tear from receiver's face

[ location ] without saying anything and giving away the surprise, sender takes receiver to a secret spot

[ hold back ] sender has to hold back receiver from attacking someone

[ game ] sender lets receiver win a game they're playing

[ shower ] sender joins receiver in the shower they're taking

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT *  i wrote these with the implication that the sender doesn't say a word before they perform the action. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ tug ] sender tugs receiver behind them during a tense moment

[ pull ] sender pulls receiver out of harm's way at the last second

[ tuck ] sender stares at receiver and quietly reaches up, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind receiver's ear

[ yank ] sender yanks receiver closer to them, ending up in semi-suggestive close proximity

[ steady ] sender grabs receiver's arm to steady them before they fall over

[ walk ] sender moves around receiver and walks closest to the street as they travel down the sidewalk, keeping receiver away from any potential danger in the roadway

[ untied ] sender drops to their knee and starts tying receiver's shoe for them

[ spoon ] sender lifts a spoon towards receiver's mouth, encouraging them to eat

[ trace ] sender traces receiver's lips with their thumb

[ pin ] sender pins receiver to a tucked-away spot in the shadows to avoid being caught

[ neck ] without a word, sender dips down to receiver's throat and kisses them soundly

[ handheld ] sender slips a hand behind their back and grabs receiver's fingers as they stand behind them

[ carry ] without asking, sender takes receiver's heavy bags from them and carries them

[ lock ] sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

[ drink ] sender brings receiver a drink and holds it to their lips, insisting they take a drink

[ reload ] sender reloads receiver's gun for them in the middle of a fight

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shelter receiver from an explosion or attack

[ carry ] sender picks up receiver and carries them off the battlefield and into a safe spot before running back to the fight

[ toss ] from a secret hiding spot only receiver and sender can see as they avoid an enemy, sender silently gestures to receiver to toss them (their gun, something valuable, etc.)

[ stairs ] sender offers out a hand to help receiver ascend or descend a staircase

[ cover ] sender covers receiver's eyes so they don't witness something gruesome

[ fix ] sender comes up to receiver and fixes their collar and/or tie

[ shake ] to convince receiver not to do something, sender hastily shakes their head from a distance

[ watch ] from a distance, sender taps on their watch to show receiver they're running out of time

[ i'll go ] sender gently pushes receiver back, taking charge and insisting they will handle the dangerous task

[ reach ] through a locked gate, sender reaches for receiver's hand

[ ship ] as receiver's ship takes off from the planet, sender waves to them from the ground and watches them leave

[ protect ] after someone threatens receiver, sender rushes over and gets right in their face to protect them

[ punch ] after someone attacks receiver, sender rushes over and punches them in retaliation

[ nip ] sender playfully nips at receiver's neck

[ knuckles ] sender kisses receiver's knuckles in a polite gesture

[ squeeze ] sender gives receiver's butt a playful squeeze from behind

[ danger ] as an all-powerful receiver is about to lose control of their powers and cause massive damage, sender finds their eyes and tries to talk them down

[ goodbye ] without saying a word, sender approaches receiver and kisses them goodbye

[ wipe ] sender wipes a tear from receiver's face

[ location ] without saying anything and giving away the surprise, sender takes receiver to a secret spot

[ hold back ] sender has to hold back receiver from attacking someone

[ game ] sender lets receiver win a game they're playing

[ shower ] sender joins receiver in the shower they're taking

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[arrowsnsarcasm]

He chuckled a bit at that. “The guest bedroom has a wall I’m shower if I get injured,” Roy explained. “Or any number of safehouses I’ve set up over the years. I like to have places everywhere just in case.”

[qu-tipie]

"Safe houses in otha' countries but... I guess I've been more of a free spirit in tha' states? Im good in tha' city... country not so much."

Biting her bottom lip she nodded about the fact that there was another bathroom. "Thhhhhhhhhhat would make sense."

[qu-tipie]

[qu-tipie]

"My taste in partners are comparable to a cigarette. On a bad day they are smooth, consistent on takin' tha' edge off. The simplicity of having them near makes yer' heart content. You inhale and worries don't seem to matter.

Sadly ova' time tha' packaging changes, but by then yer' addicted. What once was great is subpar 'en you want that fix like you had so long ago. You don't simply switch brands nahhh... for some it might work but nah... you like routine deep down. You don't notice tha' walls are yellowin', touchin' that cigarette discolors yer' skin.. and if you keep it up it may in fact kill ya. "

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[qu-tipie]

" Well people tend to go to gyms, also trainin' at tha' same place isn't that great. Ya' don't always think up of everything that serves as a distraction in field. But I appreciate that you gave me a kinda home location for you. SO whats yer' favorite part of this place? Hmmm?"

[arrowsnsarcasm]

”Honestly, and this is going to sound like I’m flirting, but the shower.” He motioned for her to follow him to his bedroom, the bathroom attached having said shower. It was a well shower, built into the floor with steps to get down into it, two shower heads and a bench between them. It was the only thing that gave away that Roy had access to serious money, his one splurge outside of weapons and armor.

[qu-tipie]

" Ahhh well I mean I showed you my shower.. Well tha' more lavish one," Her grin widened as she followed. She didn't expect much at the most a hot tub, but in some respect that didn't really seem like Roy's thing. Perhaps it was simply that after a long day he could go into an inclosure and relax to escape the cold or the heat.

Looking back at the bed as she went Harley was more interested to see if he had photos, or sentimental items along a bedside table. As she leaned in to bathroom she saw it resembled a wellness center.

"Well .. mine maybe elongated 'en have a lotta shower heads, but as far as classy I think ya' take tha' cake. Gotta be a bitch though when ya' break a leg, then again you got tha' arms for wheels. Thanks for umm lettin' me come out here."

[spookiesmausoleum]

Send me a...

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures

♞ for something that my muse wants to do

♟ for something my muse admires

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♨ for something that relaxes my muse

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