A/N: Sorry this took forever! I had a disease known as extemewriter'sblockitismititis (: Forgive me?
Well…Here…..We…..GO
Disclaimer: WHY I NO OWN THE DARK KNIGHT? I also don't own Clint Eastwood, Dirty Harry, or his funny ass quotes :D (Unfortunately)
They arrived to loud thumping music and strobe lights.
"Woooooooooooooo! HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!" Harley exclaimed while pumping her fist.
Pam looked at her with raised brows, "Have you had tea again?"
"ARRIBAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Harley screamed as she threw her arms into the air.
"Oh Jesus, it's the caffeine." Pam said with disdain.
"C'mon ginger, loosen up!" Harley smiled at her menacingly. "There's a barrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Pam rolled her eyes. "Yippee! Strippers, alcohol, convicts, OH MY!" Pam's words dripped with sarcasm.
"Ughhh Red! Don't be a party pooper! Go get a Cosmo or whatever girly drinks you drink and come have funnnn!" Harley advised with a sugary sweet voice.
"Harls, promise me that you will not be drinking," Pam spoke with a laugh.
"Pssh! I've already had my 'happy juice'," Harley said. "Now c'mon go, go, go!" Harley slapped Pam's butt and pushed her towards the bar.
Meanwhile at a table in the middle of the lounge, members of the Mafia were enjoying drinks, women, and conversation.
"Why this time should we help you, eh? Last time you got involved with mob you killed and stole from us. What you do now, huh?" Stas questioned the Joker with brows raised.
"What I, uh, plan to do is change Gotham to something better and my plans require your help." The Joker stated with a lick of his lips.
Stas looked at him, disbelieving, "What you say? Now you ask my help?"
"Uh, yeah," The Joker spoke nonchalantly.
"What's in it for us?" De Luca queried with his chin raised.
The Joker turned to him. "What's in it? Well…You can continue to do whatever business you're doing, but I might need some of your uhh….boys every once in a while."
"So you want to use henchmen? Alright," Stas said with a shrug of his shoulders. "We no pay you, though."
The Joker chuckled. "No, I don't need paid, but uh, thanks for the offer."
Stas looked confused and the Joker sat up.
He clicked his tongue and said, "Well? How 'bout you?"
De Luca looked at him skeptically. "What's the catch?"
The Joker blinked and stretched his scars, "No catch." He leaned back and folded his arms.
"Waddaya say, boys?" The Joker asked with his brows raised. "Si? No?"
Stas nodded and De Luca sighed.
"Alright clown, but any wrong move and your ass is capped," De Luca stated.
The Joker put his hands up and said, "I'm a man of my word." He broke into a chuckle, but before he could stand to leave one of Stas's henchman pointed towards the stage.
"Who is that?" The man asked.
Everyone located at the table turned their heads to look at the stage.
There was an attractive blonde woman clad in black Capri's reaching her mid-calf with bright red suspenders hooked to them. Her torso was covered in a red tank- top lined with black stripes. The woman's hair was a wild, curly mess and she was wearing face paint. It had smeared down her face, but it was still possible to see her eyes rimmed with black diamonds and the white that covered the rest of her face and the red that coated her lips. She raised her fishnet-gloved hands into the air.
"What is she doing?" Another henchman asked.
"Is that interpretive dancing?" Spoke another no-name.
"I dunno, but she's hot!" Stated another.
"Joker-man, who is that woman?" Stas motioned to the crazy, dancing clowness.
"I don't even know," The Joker almost whispered. He blinked at the stage and smiled. She sure was theatrical.
The woman was now jumping every which way while screaming along to the music.
De Luca's eyes bugged out of his skull, "What is she doing?"
"Still dunno, but she's pretty damn entertaining!" A henchman said.
Across the room, Pam was sitting at the bar, Cosmo in hand, while talking to the cute bartender.
"Hah! Me Poison Ivy? No way," Pam lied.
"Ahhh c'mon! Yah look just like her! And I'd love to see you in leather," The man commented with a waggle of his eyebrows and a handsome grin.
Pam's reply was a giggle and the batting of her eyelashes.
She was about to speak when the man interrupted her.
"Whoa, who's that?" The man's eyes had lit up and he was gawking at the stage.
"What?" Pam turned to look at the stage. Her jaw dropped.
She saw a blonde woman high up on a pole, dangling from it gracefully. Her eyes bugged from her skull.
"OH MY GOD! Uhh, I'm so sorry! I have to go!" Pam exclaimed before slamming down a ten dollar bill. "Ughhh Harley!"
She left the man at the bar confused and wondering if he should run after her to get her number.
"Oh god dammit! And she's shoeless! Oh Harley, Harley, Harley," Pamela mumbled to herself. The clack of her heels was muffled by the loud thumping of the music.
Harley had gotten off the pole and was now doing a back-hand spring on stage. As she landed, she could hear someone screaming her name.
"Harley! Get down from there!" Pam called to her.
"Pammmmyyyy! Why ELLO There!" Harley jumped down and stood next to Pam.
"Wanna dance?" She asked.
"I would Harls, but I think you've done enough dancing for the both of us," Pam chuckled. "Now c'mon, Clint Eastwood and popcorn have our names on them."
"Oh duuuuuude, Clint Eastwood sounds so good right now." Harley exclaimed. How 'bout some Dirty Harry? You've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" Harley broke into loud hysterical giggles.
"Alright Red, let's go." Harley said.
"Wait- this was the business you had to take care of?" Pam asked with a glare.
"Heh, Heh…" Harley rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah well…We needed some fun."
"We?" Pam exclaimed.
"Shh, shh, shh, shh!" Harley waved her hand in front of Pam's face. "Now…..where are my shoes?"
Harley spun around with a confused look on her face and Pamela face-palmed.
"OH WELL! There's always new shoes!" Harley stated while pointing her index finger into the air.
They started to walk to the door when Harley's eyes lit up and she stopped.
She was staring at the table straight across from her in the middle of the lounge.
Her eyes were glued to the talking face-painted man whose arms were gyrating with emotion as he spoke. He was tall, lean, and handsome.
"Who…Who's that?" She whispered.
Pam smirked. "You're knight in shining armor, now let's go."
"No really, who?" Harley asked louder while glancing at Pam before turning her eyes back to the man.
"Oh c'mon, Harley! Purple suit, green hair, face paint," Pam counted off with her fingers. "It's the Joker. Yah know, Clown Prince of Crime, Harlequin of Hate, Ace of-"
"Yeah, Yeah I get it," Harley shushed her. "I obviously know that! I just meant…whoa. He's sexy in person. I mean…. He's good looking on television but….mmmmmmm." She began walking towards the man when Pam pulled her by the arm. "
"Oh no, no! You are in no state to go talk to that guy," Pam laughed. "Now c'mon, Clint awaits us."
"Ughh Mmkay….." Harley reluctantly agreed. Pam was right, and Harley now had a pounding headache. She'd be able to speak with him again. She sighed and followed Red outside.
He had noticed her stop and stare.
He had been watching the blonde demon as well, but couldn't find a reason to go speak with her. Did he need a reason? Fuck no. But his business hadn't been finished and she did look lovely dancing. He'd wondered where she got her suspenders…maybe her's were custom made, too? He giggled as he skipped down the alley ways. He'd meet her again, he was sure of it.
And when he did, he'd find out everything he could about the Clown Princess, Harley Quinn.