PLAY WITH ME

@diiscordia | meme | accepting

          Cherry red lips tugged into an amused smirk as the little clown mused about the latest topic to spring into her UNIQUE mind. At times her animated nature could wear on her nerves but at the moment she found it nothing short of endearing. A slender figure leaned forward, green eyes glued to the bleached blonde’s. “Oh?” It wasn’t like her to speculate on the moralities of mankind, as she saw the species ( as a whole ) to be a waste. “Tell me. What would your fun little thing be?” If nothing else this would be good for a laugh. While she viewed most of the world’s human’s inhabitants to be unworthy of her time Harley had managed to weasel her way into the redhead’s affections.

          Were she to decide to commit murder she wouldn’t draw it out, as serial killers tended to do. It would be in mass, a culling. Though she doubted Harley would find that fun, so she kept quiet. Listened. Genuinely curious as to what her lover might come up with.

          A soft hum as the harlequin gave the concept serious consideration. Maybe something clown themed??  “I nevah really thought about it. Maybe like... clown noses on all my victims. But then they could track ya through the clown supply store. So that rules out really big shoes. Oh!! I could stuff all my victims into a really, really tiny car. Like popes in a volkswagon.” Her grin widened as she imagined how traumatizing that would be for some poor Gothamite to find. “’Course, if ya shove ‘em all in the tiny car, then ya don’t really got the room for the big clown shoes.” Seemed like a crappy trade off. The car might not be a good idea either. 

            “What would yours be??” Although Harley could already venture a few guesses. Probably a variety of plant-based poisons. Or she’d leave a plant with every victim. Or maybe coded messages using a plant book of some kind. “Oh you know what would be so fun?? Bein’ cute lesbian serial killahs togethah. We’d be so good at that.”

Long overdue starter for @atlantisking​. 

          Working freelance had always put her in the strangest situations-- but that was the best part about it. She never knew day to day who she’d be working with and if she’d be stealing world famous diamonds or saving the world. No matter what it was, she usually found herself with a gang of goons dressed in.. what was that, spandex??  It was kind of cool to be a good guy for once. Not that it changed who she was on the inside-- Harley was no sell out. But really any adventure where she didn’t have to worry about Gotham PD or Batsy chasing her down a freeway was an added bonus. Plus, the crew seemed interesting.