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[imherpuddin]

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Lauren stood singing on the stage of a small bar downtown of Gotham. She performed here, every night for the past week, for one reason; the perverted owner of the club was her newest contract.

See, Lauren was known as Angel, to those who had the privilege of knowing what she did for a living. Offer her the right amount of money, give her a name and address, and within a month that name will be crossed off your list of problems.

She was a female hitman, and she had quite the reputation in Gotham. Maybe not as well known as the infamous Joker, or Penguin, of course; but she was known.

After her performance, she sat down at the table closest to the stage; where the pervert sat every night, gazing up at her as she sung with a lustful look in his eye. She leaned in close to the man, whispering into his ear’ he gave a smirk and a nod, before standing up and instructing his employees to close up for the night and go home, as he had business to attend to with the entertainment.

Lauren sat down on the desk in the office that she had been lead to, watching as the man slowly walked over to her to put his hands on her waist, kissing her neck. She gave a small moan; encouraging the man’s actions, and while he was occupied with the softness of her skin, she reached under the fabric of her beautiful gown, taking her trusty pistol and positioning it to the man’s temple, not hesitating to immediately pull the trigger.

She smiled, putting her gun back in the thigh-holster she hid under her dress, as she grabbed her hand bag that she had brought with her; taking out her infamous maroon-coloured lipstick, and drawing her mark on the forehead of the man. An oval - as you would call it, however those who know of the Angel of Death, see a halo.

Lauren out her phone, snapping a photo of the man, sending it to the contact who wanted his named crossed off; letting him know that he has a deadline of a week to pay up, otherwise he would be getting a visit. After sending the message, she exited through the back door of the building, lighting a cigarette as she walked out to the side of the road, waiting for her driver.

[his-lil-psycho-blog]

More than a little jealous (closed with imherpuddin)

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Harley sat waiting for J in the dimly lit room. She could feel the cold metal chair making her butt go numb and the metal table wasn’t much comfier.

She had played with her hair, crossed her legs, whistled a tune and walked in a circle around the the room more than a few times in a desperate attempt to cure her boredom.

She hated to be kept waiting; he knew she was impatient.

She stood up, walked around and once again slunk down into the chair, crossing her arms with a pout. “Uuuuugh I hate waitin’!” She said, not particularly directed at anyone besides maybe the two guards at the door.

“It’s his club… I don’t understand why I gotta be in this musty old room… with this cold chair and this cold table! And what’s with this lighting?” She tapped at the singular bulb hanging from the ceiling. “I can’t see a thing!” Harley continued to mumble.

Suddenly she heard the static of a walkie talkie and the guards left the room. “Awe great! Bored and alone! Just great fellas!” She sat back down angrily; fists clenched. Harley crossed her hands on the table and rested her head on them.

She jumped as soon as Mistah J burst through the door and slammed it shut with a growl. He didn’t look to happy. That couldn’t be good.

Harley’s stomach dropped.

“Puddin’!” She jumped up and held her arms out. She tried to sound cheerful but anyone would be able to hear the fear in her voice. Harls swallowed hard and tried to avoid eye contact.

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CLOSED WITH imherpuddin

@imherpuddin

Harley looked down at the ground, not wanting to look Joker in the eye. She fidgeted her hands nervously and flinched each time he raised his voice at her. Harley knew what she had done was wrong but it wasn’t on purpose. “Mistah J I’m sorry... I didn’t mean it.” She whispered weakly.

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@imherpuddin continued from x

Harley cradled the infant carefully, cooing softly at him and whispering sweet nothings to keep him in a pleasant mood. She bounced him in her arms, keeping the blanket mostly around him as she rested him on her hip. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing... I could eat you up! Not literally of course... I’m not a cannibal.” The woman was too abstracted to realize J had called out her name or that he was even at their penthouse. Her attention was completely on the little human in her arms. Though, that changed once he’d entered the room with a more than displeased expression on his face. Shit.

“Y-You’re home early...” She spoke softly, trying to avert the conversations direction it was heading. She hadn’t quite thought of an explanation for this. She’d just sort of acted on impulse. Harley furrowed her eyebrows together, playing ignorant for a moment. “Where did I get what?” She paused and looked down at the little boy who was reaching up for one of her pigtails. 

“Oh! This! Uhm.. long story, Puddin’...” She cleared her throat some and held the baby more protectively now. “You see... this lady just sort of left him in his stroller to go get something from the coffee stand. How can someone just leave a baby like that? So you see... I had to take him. He was in danger with her..” She looked down at the baby with a sort of smile. “’Sides... he’s a cutie.... please can I keep him? I promise to feed him and play with him and bathe him...” She pleaded as though she’d found a stray dog and wanted to take it in. The blonde woman batter her eyes and pushed out her lower lip. “We can even name him JJ... for Joker Junior..”

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