( YOU'RE NOT EVEN HALF RIGHT. )

THE CLOWN CAME KNOCKING EVERY - DAY AROUND MIDNIGHT. like a fucking horror show !! some sortve psychotic teddy bear. truthfully , I was smitten.

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#JESYTR , a semi - sel , " Harley Quinn . " based off original headcanons with comic influence, and mix media. main verse Acts more as an original character. written by. Dior !! she / her ( 32+ ). all follows through @hubmuses .

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CLOWN CREW:

most of HQ's progression and character development happen through her story dynamic with ( arthur fleck/wayne) whom of which is no longer a part of the rpc community but still very dear to her development and story.

my main batman and progression story is made through @bvats .

however most will be offered her secondary verse which is the classical Harlequin based off mixed media, comics and original headcanons.

being denied a wingwoman was a first. for that evening at least. most people didn't even let her gamble that conversation before they were saying no. it was probably good for him too. he'd probably end up with a murderer on his arm if she could pick them. not the best judge of character - mainly at bars. her phd usually came in good for therapy sessions, but hook ups? not good.

" tell me - what type of bar do you think were in? " she gestured around. elbows up on the bar, that felt a bit sticky from sloshed drinks.

" cause I didn't just bring ya' ta' any regular ol' stop. " she smiled. a little too pinched at the cheeks before adding, " this here's a villain's only kinda place. only the shmucks of gotham come here and look for hook ups. oh! maybe you'll end up with anotha' criminal. someone just on bail from arkham. maybe someone who used ta' just wear orange is tots ya' type. "

eyebrows scrunched together , pulling tight on that Night's makeup collaboration between vintage and clown cute. baby Brown's briefly rolling at mr. baldur gate's custom created eye's info, " they got labubus covered in twenty four k gold, Remy. " she arguing.

" I 'uhnno maybe ya' Intel ain't as good as it could be. maybe ya' lost yer game. " maybe she's calling him old.

she'd seen his face on tv before. vaguely. her eyebrows pulling closer together in thought, trying to place the name to the face. not quite aware of his reputation to produce havoc in gotham city. or it's inhabitants.

" are you - " she offered. then stopping. having to really remember between all the cartoons she had been watching and catching up on The Golden Girls marathons, " that guy on Jerry Springer ?? " she offered, " the clown who banged my mom ? that episode ? that guy ? " she wasn't really sure, but it didn't seem right. and by the look of him. she doubted it. he definitely had a face she'd recognize. ( though of course she didn't stay up to date with the news often. )

suddenly, as if a light bulb went off did she suddenly know, " oh right! the joker! that guy! yeah - shouldn't you be in.. uhh.. " how could she put it lightly, " arkham? isn't that where they send .. umm.. " she caught herself and stopped. deciding it was better to not be rude and assume. instead she opened the door a little bit more. her pet hyena sniffing the air between them. she had to use her knee to stop him from jumping the guy, " nevermind. yeah - come in. "

mouth shut tight , jaws locking. as he ventured to tell her what ailed him. snapping at her like a too quick crocodile. of course , she was used to harsh words. spitten out like rugged teeth and sharp cleaved bones.

" so ,, " she countered. stuffing down her thoughts and prizing what could come out red and hot. poker flamed and ready to steal from him given he left out his treasured prized pigs , " next time ya' accidentally bleed out .. "

she chewed on her words. gritting teeth and silky clown paint that she dolled up extra well to see him. the red dots on her cheeks bright and harsh , " i tell ya' to stop complaining instead ? "

the bandage and gauze was already set. she had a hand pressed to his shoulder - keeping it there ,,, wondering if she should've left it to bleed through. careful fingers pluck and fall to her side , " gotta say ... I've seen worse though. " he's taken more grueling hits than that. what was one more bullet wound ?