Makeup!
by Sunflare2k5
Disclaimer: They belong to DC Comics, not me, and I'm not using them for
any profit.
Harley was always interfering with his work, trying to show off one outfit or
another. "How do I look, puddin'?" she'd ask in that tone that set his teeth
on edge. And no matter how many times he pushed her away, she never got
the hint! Well this time, he'd help her out? The old "Makeup!" gag, with his
own special touch... well, that would teach her a lesson, for certain!
And there she was, springing onto his desk and lounging across it like a cat.
This time, she was wearing some crop-top and miniskirt in her usual color
scheme of red and black… not that it mattered to him.
"How do I look, puddin'?" Harley chirped.
Right on cue, Joker thought, then smiled. "You look almost perfect. All you need
is some – makeup!" With that, he grabbed one of the cushions from the chair's
back and smashed it onto her face!
The blow had half-stunned Harley, which made her attempts to fight free from
the cushion he held over her face feeble… and ridiculous-looking. He bent over
the desk, keeping a firm grip on the cushion as he pushed her onto her back.
Soon, she was reduced to mere twitches; it reminded him of a flailing cockroach,
and he got a good laugh out of that.
Then Harley stopped twitching. Oh well, the show will start again any second…
he thought.
Any second now...
Any second now…
Or was it any minute now?
When he got bored with it, he tossed the cushion aside and poked her. Nothing.
He checked at her throat for a pulse. Nothing.
"Well, damn…" he muttered, then shoved her corpse off of his desk. "Clean-up
on Aisle 13!" he bellowed to his henchmen, and waited for them to cart her off…
(End)