Stepping out of the hot steamy shower and wrapping the massive comfy towel around her slender body, Harlequin wiped the mirror, quietly humming to herself. Pale creamy skin, pink pouty lips, wide blue eyes with high cheekbones under bright blonde long hair stared back. Smiling, her eyes crinkled and revealed pearly white straight teeth. Letting out a chuckle, she dried herself off.
Gliding over to grab her cell from the call she was supposed to be waiting on, her towel slipped to the floor. She flipped the phone open and pressed it to her ear. A honey coated sweet voice tinkled out. "Rouge Purple to Rouge Red, come in." The blonde arched a brow at his incessant need to feel in control, but apparently the enthusiasm, or lack of, pissed the Clown Prince off. "HARLEY! I can't seem to hear just how into this you are! Perhaps you should remind yourself the next time you pick up the phone. Now quit being a little bitch and get your ass down here before I cut you a new one." His tone wasn't to be trifled with.
"If you don't watch your tone with me, I'll have fun myself." She twirled around once and then checked herself out in the mirror, eyes glinting with unsaid promise. "And it's Harlequin." Hiss back into the phone, hating how people didn't seem to take to her name. She wasn't just some blonde bimbo, oh no, she was Harlequin, Clown Queen of Crime! No one told her what to do without consequences.
He cleared his throat and smiled. "My apologies sweet cheeks, I guess I could just stand here and watch you checking out yourself in the mirror. That succulent ass just waiting for me to spank it... Those long legs of yours, wrapped around my waist and perfect lips waiting to be bitten..." Blue eyes glinted dangerously, passing a hard smile and a slap to her ass before hanging up.
Chuckling, he watched her from across the building. Knowing she wouldn't be able to see him he winked at her anyways. She always brought a smile to his face. The lovely Dr. Quinzel. The woman who he could truly be himself with. The woman he loved. Hanging up, he shrunk back into the shadows.
Eyes falling upon the guy in the corner, the blonde walked over and kicked him, the sound of a muffled cry evident in her smile. Raising an un-approving eyebrow she scolded him. "Best to tell me everything I want to know when you're asked. Or else, you'll never see daylight again. But you already know that, don't you?" The threat was quite clear in her sweet voice. He let out another desperate cry, but he was silenced when she sent her fist across his face. His head hit the ground, completely unconscious.
And then she was waltzing back into her wardrobe, to the section at the back, holding all her costumes, weapons and accessories. Zipping up her red and black leather trade outfit, complete with white/black makeup and jester hat, she took on a whole new demeanor. Glancing at her reflection quickly she saw the glint in the corner of her eye as she dragged the guy out the door and to her car, being careful of any civilians. Sure, she didn't and really wouldn't car if they saw her, only she didn't want to be interrupted with cops chasing after her. This was a small job and could be done quickly without too much effort.
Revving the car, she sped off in the direction to their hideout and skidded to a halt parking nicely between the two tanks. Quickly making sure no one followed or was watching them, she hauled the man over her shoulders and snuck in. Once inside, the musty rank odor filled her nose and she coughed. Mumbling to find a better hideout that didn't smell so bad next time, she flicked the switch and lit up the large room. Sheets of metal roofing were strewn across the concrete walls and wood bordered up the broken windows letting only little bits of light from the outside world in. Grabbing a chair she slumped their captive down and waited.
She didn't have to wait long; there was a loud bang and a cackle. Spinning around she smiled. With a wide grin on his face he sauntered forward towards her, leaning in so close to her face. Her lip trembled a little as his hot breath brushed her ear. "I'm so glad you made it." Her voice came out silky and low, she could almost hear her chest rumbling. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, J." The Clown reached a hand over to grab at her. His red lips came down harshly to suck and bite at her neck and throat. A soft moan escaped her lips and her hips rocked up on instinct, before she found herself wet and aching just to be taken.
Licking at her mouthwatering skin, paint and sweat swiped across his tongue, the best taste in the world, he decided. Well maybe perhaps the taste of victory came first. He threw Harlequin back at the wall behind her, almost as suddenly as he had first moved to her. Muttering to himself about blondes and monsters, he slid over to the wriggling man, desperate to get away from the obviously insane maniac.
Harlequin stood and watched on. Watched how the man just begged for his life, like that was going to help him. Oh no, what they wanted, he could only give by dying. The thought made her eyes glint. That wicked grin came back to grace across her lips and she sauntered forward.
He held something far more precious. Let's just say that her loyalty not only lied with the psychotic handsome Clown.
And hence forth, the interrogation began. Joker had only given this to her, because she held that charm that no one else could manage. She intrigued him to no end. He was more of the dedicated leader than a follower, but just this once. It was a nice change. He watched her, almost like a shadow. Sizing up its meal. It almost made him shiver. Almost.
Long, hard and enigmatic – The capture was one thing, the interrogation was another, but even more so was the anticipation of the kill. Torturing another being had its perks, which why it was so much fun to the insane. Something to play with. To entertain themselves with. But when it was time, when you got bored of playing, then only does the fun really begin. To watch the life leave the body, to know that you've taken away their very breath. The last thing they'll ever hear is whatever you say, the malicious look in your eyes as you watch on with delight, and finally when they take their last breath – then, and only then can you get off to how it feels.
Not just a quick splash of blood, homicidal depression. No, something more. Certainly something close to feeling like 'Death'. The whole power and all. Choosing who lives and dies.
But no one is immortal. No one can live a life like that and not get away with it.
So when she finally played with her food, like a little child, she moped, forced a quick petty line, and then slashed his throat wide open, watching the crimson stain his uniform. She had all she needed. And now had the release that she'd been wanting, of being so worked up – Joker met her lips, rather impressed with how she had handled herself. But then again, Joker knew that Harlequin was nothing like he'd ever seen. No, she was something different. Even he wasn't stupid enough to pass that. Harleen though, oh she was a sweet gal. His other side liked her a lot. Good couple too.
His eyes only held this other female Clown. And boy wasn't she just as good as they get. It was like on some instinctual level she knew exactly what others wanted or needed. And she couldn't say no.
It wasn't just their lips that joined. Joker had her pinned up against the old wooden walls, pounding into her relentlessly, nails digging into her hips. Her leather gloves were stained with blood, and she brought it up to her lips, once breaking the kiss with him – her pink tongue darted out to lick at the delicious red. Joker was fascinated with her own fire for others blood. It's what made her shine above all the rest.
Loud gasps and moans dragged through the small room, as her eyes darted over to the dead guy, Joker's name on her lips as she finally came, long and hard. He came even harder, filling the blonde with his come, claiming her as his. Reluctantly pulling out, he zipped himself back up and watched her smooth down her leather and then smooched a black kiss on the dead guys lips before gracefully slipping back out into the world.
Joker blinked once. Then twice. His thoughts weren't exactly in a neat row. One thought was how she kept doing that to him. The other was that didn't that mean that he was being used? And the third was that he fancied himself to lead rather than take orders, and he wasn't used to that at all. Not that he minded, well he did, but for her he didn't. But at the same time, he hated it. Hated her for being so…..her. Gritting his teeth, he growled loudly and before he could stop himself or even think about what he was doing, Joker had his flick knife out and slicing a massive grin into his cheeks and then all over his body, releasing all his built up anger.
Harlequin vanished once on the drive back home, leaving Harleen devastated and hurt once more. The blonde got cleaned up, showered and was lying in bed, knowing she couldn't keep going with this for too much longer. She'd get caught sooner or later and her emotion health? Wasn't getting any better.