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                            TO THE LEADER, THE PARIAH,                                THE VICTOR, THE MESSIAH:                                                THIS IS WAR.

                                          &   around  .  .  .

                                      why can’t i be like you?

                                      why can’t i be like you?

    ————   INDEPENDENT & PRIVATE HARLEY QUINN. MIXED VERSE.  BY GISE

                                      why can’t i be like you?

                                      why can’t i be like you?

          ❛ you know —- that look. it’s a good one. i think. ❜

                                 ❛ of course it is. you ready to go? ❜

                                                                 ❝  ANY DECENT HUMAN could take one good look at you and tell something’s very seriously wrong.  ❞

        ❛ alright, fine. if there is something wrong with me, you figure it out. after all, you’re the clever one here. ❜

                                              acting on their own impulses & desires.

                                              acting on their own impulses & desires.

           and there he goes again kissing her ( careful doctor, it’s something clara can get very addicted to. )  ❛ you have a look. ❜

          he raises a brow at her. ❛ oh really? what sort of look? ❜

❛ ineffective ? it’s common courtesy. ❜ he raises a brow in response to the others expression of bewilderment & nods towards a nearby chair to his left. ❛ take a seat on my couch & tell dr. toby how you got here in a telephone box. ❜

  .❛ i understand, of course, that you have a small mind & are rarely able to understand ideas far above you, however, you can probably read or at least for your sake i hope you can. now, i’ll direct your attention to the words on the box, please note how they say POLICE BOX. therefore, i’d ask you to rephrase your statement to say police box. also, it isn’t just a police box, now is it? or else i wouldn’t be able to have been able to materialise in your ... trashy ... home. & just to add to things, you’re probably not as much of a doctor as i am. ❜

            her eyes lower to their hands, gaze fixed even as the tardis materializes throughout space & time. although eventually, a few moments later she finally does look upwards, dark hues connecting with a lighter pair. her head cocks slightly, lips pressing together and a brow raising. ❛ is there something on my face ?❜ 

           he can’t help himself. he dips down to press a soft and gentle kiss to her lips before pulling away and giving her a soft smile. ❛ no, why? ❜

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