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LEAGUE OF LEGENDS STARTERS // @starinthenxght

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS STARTERS // @thxrnisley

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS STARTERS // @ofenigma

Before you go and Leave this town I want to see you one more time Put your dirty angel face Between my legs And knicker lace

“Ma’am, do you have a permit for those canines?” Basil asked, dressed as an animal control officer. In another moment, he molded into “his natural state” as he liked to call it. “Just kidding. It is only I. It’s been sometime since we’ve seen each other and I only wished to give you a greeting! Catch up as they say.”

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Harley looked the officer up and down, ready to set her babies on him at any moment. When Clayface suddenly appeared, she let out a shocked laugh, giving his arm a gentle slap. Ooh, squidgy. “Careful, Bazzy Bear! I nearly set these 3 on ya! That woulda been a mess an’ a half ta clean up,” she giggled. “How ya been, handsome? It’s been too long. Ya really need ta keep in touch. I send ya facebook messages now an’ again, but I dunno if ya see ‘em.”

“Well, tell Ed that he’s tacky. Although, I’m sure he knows.” She said with a chuckle. “You can’t wear all green and not be told multiple times that it’s not a good look.” She took a step back when Harley came over to inspect her. Lifting her chin so that she could have a look at the bruises. “It’s not that bad.” She said, embarrassment lacing her tone for a moment. “He was just… being slightly rougher than usual. I normally like the roughness. You know that.” She defended him almost awkwardly. It was hard to defend him to a woman who had already been in her position. Harley knew everything already and although Punchline loved the meaning behind Joker’s actions and his words, there a clear disconnect. Everything Joker did was in the name of controlling her. He didn’t love her the way he loved Batman. “Yeah, I know.” She whispered. She’d been acting like the plan to kill Joker was a step by step thing. That it would take months but in actuality all it would take was two words to Harley. It was just letting go of Joker that was holding her back. Alexis gave her a kiss back. Leaning into the comforting embrace. “Lexi? I didn’t know we were on nickname basis.” She teased.

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“Aw, c’mon, Eddie is a great guy. Besides, he bagged Doctah Hotpants, so his fashion sense can’t be that terrible,” Harley said, grinning at Alexis. She shook her head when the other woman tried to defend what Joker had done. It was hard not to when you’d been manipulated and brainwashed by him. “There’s bein’ a lil’ kinky, then there’s hurtin’ ya fer no reason, sugar.” Her eyes didn’t leave the marks -- they were so familiar. It was almost like looking at herself in the mirror a few years ago. She’d try and excuse what he’d done too, covering the bruises with concealer and lying to her friends. “Ya know it’s not you who’s in the wrong, an’ that it’s him, right?” Harley asked, her eyes locking with Alexis’. “Yer smart, powerful, an’ hotter than hell. Ya could run this city with yer eyes closed. I used ta,” she shrugged. Laughing, Harley wrapped her arms around the other’s waist. “I figured if I’m usin’ yer thighs as ear warmers most nights, I can call ya Lexi,” she teased back. “But seriously, hide out fer as long as ya need. I enjoy seein’ yer face around here.”