What Happens at Joker's...
"Oh my God."
Ivy breathed into the darkness, shaking with sweat. Her clenched hands trembled.
Next to her, Hatter gasped for air, his hat lying to the side, thrown off in the sheer frenzy of the event.
"Damn," Riddler swore in awe of the memory, slowly easing his hands from their death grip on his cane that he had been clutching fiercely not moments before.
Harvey could scarcely dare to open his eyes. He had been expecting it to be intense, but not that intense…
"Well that was…unexpected…" Crane finally managed, straightening his skewed glasses and forcing himself away from the group, sliding a few inches away from the couch. He normally detested human contact, yet after what had just happened…what had just happened? They had become so united in their emotion that they had blended together, as a heap of huddling bodies. The thought unnerved him in retrospect. Yet he wouldn't dare let his regret of the evening show itself on his face. He was the professional here.
Harley clung to her Mr. J, burying her face in his neck, tears of worship rolling down her face. "Oh Puddin'…" she whispered to her lover, her voice steadily rising into moans. "Oh Puddin'…"
Joker mopped his brow; even he had been taken off guard by the unexpected turn of events. Finally he turned to the blank TV screen and proclaimed to the others, "Well, that settles it."
The rest of his companions turned to him, waiting for his words. When they heard them, they all nodded vigorously in wordless agreement; their throats were too sore from screaming to talk.
"That has got to be one of the scariest movies even I've ever seen."
Come on people, get yo minds outta de gutter! ^.^
