𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖫𝖤𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖣𝖤!

also me:

“ i think the room is bugged. ”

             mouth  opens and  closes  again  in  a  false  start  .     caught  off  guard   ,   she  takes  a  moment  to  consider  the  most  tactful  response  before  settling  on      —          ❝        woulda  been  nice  for  you  to  say  somethin’  before  i  mentioned  my  wedgie    …     ❞           it  comes  as  a  half-grumble   ,   lips  twisting  to  one  side  in  something  akin  to  a  frown  as  she  hops  down  from  her  perch  upon  the  window  ledge  .

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

FACE IS BARELY VISIBLE IN THE TELEVISION SET . she had come in looking like she’d been dragged all over the highway, scratches on her arms, scrapes on her face. they’d stung like hell and they still sting now but at least it’s easier for her to ignore. ❛❛ i’m grateful for the help, not the—— ah ! pressure. ❜❜ body turns forty degrees, right arm nudging forward so it can also be tended to. despite her complaints, quinn is relieved to know that harley is more attentive that most. there are no uncomfortable questions, no awkward interrogations. she understands and doesn’t try to make her feel guilty for it.

❛❛ looks like i’ve battled a cheetah, doesn’t it ? ❜❜ gaze drops to observe the other’s handiwork, the bandages wrapped neatly around her arm, the smears of blood that have now been cleaned up but still stain the white fabric of her suit where it’s been clawed open. her mask has been abandoned next to the first aid kit and there are specks of blood on that too ——— thankfully not her own. ❛❛ think i should add that to my resumé ? it’s gotta be less embarrassing than a defeat. ❜❜

             ❝        i  dunno   ,   i  think  it  makes  ya  look  like  a  badass  .      ❞           teeth  are  exposed  in  a  gleaming  smile   ,   brows  lifting  playfully  as  the  harlequin  cocks  her  head  to  one  side   ,           ❝        gives  ya  an  air  of  danger  .      ❞           lips  still  curled   ,   as  though  amused  by  a  joke  only  she  knows   ,   she  quickly  sets  to  work  cleaning  and  dressing  the  wound  .      while  she’s  always  pleased  to  see  quinn   ,   having  her  turn  up  on  her  doorstep  unannounced   ,   disheveled  and  bleeding   ,   certainly  wasn’t  on  harley’s  bingo  card  for  the  evening  .       (    so  much  for  the  relaxing  bubble  bath  and  reality  tv  fix  she  had  been  planning   .  .  .    ) nonetheless , when she answered the door and saw who was on the other side , she had jumped into action without a moment's hesitation .

             bandaging  the  second  large  cut  takes  no  time  at  all   ,   and  after  placing  a  bandaid      (     pink  with  small  hearts      —      from  the  kids  section     )      on  a  smaller  scratch  near  quinn’s  elbow   ,     harley  pauses  to  inspect  her  handiwork  .     all  of  the  wounds  that  needed  immediate  attention  have  now  been  tended  to   ,   the  multitude  of  smaller  grazes  and  cuts  on  display   ,   while  unfortunate   ,   not  substantial  enough  to  require  any  urgent  care  .     her  suit  ?      that’s  another  matter  entirely     —      it’s  badly  torn   ,   jagged  shreds  of  fabric  hanging  loose  in  numerous  places   ,   and  there  are  specks  of  crimson  scattered  all  over  .      (    hope  quinn  knows  a  good  tailor    )  .     

             ❝        boy   ,   they  really  did  a  number  on  that  pretty  suit  of  yours   ,   huh  q  ?    i  can  get  ya  something  to  change  into   ,   if  ya  want  .      ❞           she  doesn’t  wait  for  confirmation   ;   already  she  is  on  her  feet  and  disappearing  down  the  hall  to  the  bedroom  .     when  she  returns   ,   it’s  with  a  half-folded  bundle  of  spare  clothes  in  her  arms  .           ❝        they’re  clean   ,   i  promise  .      ❞       

SPREADING TROUBLE ONCE MORE, : thriving within chaos of her own making! this time, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄! ... some would dare to say even more of a chaotic force than THE UNPREDICTABLE FELINE FATALE! ( so you can see the teamwork is effortless. ) ❝ they must really like us! ❞ tongue dips into a tease, even when shots were hired at her : ALL UNFORTUNATELY MISSING, OF COURSE! ... the duo were making their escape, yet it seemed kraven was not going to let that slide so easy, ( how nice of him to make this more fun. ) &. sent his hunters after them! 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 : BUT THAT ONLY MADE THINGS MORE FAIR FOR THE ENEMY ... one need not to speak too much of the power of the two, both of them had a reputation that precedes them. however, once vechile with a turrent latched onto it drove to the scene, CUNNING MIND CALCUTALES, ... ❝ you should go ahead! ❞ she shouts, as the cat leaps, her heel bringing an harsh blow against one of the hunters, knocking them back unconscious.

             ❝        don’t  mind  if  i  do  .      ❞           there’s  something  almost  animalistic  about  the  curl  of  her  lips   ,   teeth  bared  in  a  hyena’s  grin  as  she  readies  herself  for  battle  .     eyes  narrow   ,   harshly  analytical  gaze  sweeping  from  the  turret  ahead      (    an  inconvenience   ,   to  be  sure      —      but  hardly  enough  to  derail  their  plan    )      to  the  men  flanking  their  left  side  .     eight  of  them   ,   half  of  them  armed   ,   with  eight  more  approaching  from  the  right      —      this  should  be  fun  .     the  only  question  now  is  where  to  begin     .  .  .     eenie   ,   meanie   ,   minie   ,   moe  .    playtime ; as  though  she  has  heard  the  clap  of  a  starting  gun   ,   she  launches  into  action   ,     charging  at  her  selected  target  without  hesitation  .

             a  laugh  rips  from  her  throat  when  she  lands  the  first  hit   ,   her  bat  connecting  with  his  skull  with  a  sickening  crack  .    another  swing  is  all  it  takes  for  him  to  fall  limp   ,   body  crumpling  like  paper   ,   and  already  harlequin  is  moving  on  to  the  next  one   ,   leg  sweeping  out  to  knock  him  off  balance  .    truthfully   ,   there are only a select  few  people  who harley  would  put  her  life  on  the  line  for  without  there  being  something  in  it  for  her   ,   something  to  sweeten  the  pot   ,   but  somehow   ,   against  all  odds   ,   felicia  has  managed  to  sneak  her  way  onto  that  list   ,   an  undeniable  connection  blossoming  between  the  pair  in  recent  months  .

             ❝        one  at  a  time   ,   boys      —      there’s  plenty  of  me  t’  go  around  !      ❞           they  fall  like  dominoes   ,   one  after  another   ,   unconscious  bodies  piling  up  as  each  one  is  eliminated  from  the  game  quicker  than  the  last  .     it’s  carnage  .     brutal   ,   bloody   carnage     .  .  .     and  that  thrills  harley  .     riding  the  high  of  her  winning  streak   ,   spurred  on  by  equal  measures  of  adrenaline  and  pride   ,   she  shows  no  signs  of  slowing  down  as  she  gets  to  the  final  three  .

             ❝        i  dunno   .  .  .      ❞           scarlet  -  stained  lips  twist  in  consideration   ,   uncertainty  lacing  her  tone      —      while  this  wouldn’t  be  his  first  time  accompanying  her  on  one  of  her  capers   ,   those  were  all  relatively  small  potatoes  compared  to  what  she  has  planned  for  tonight  .      low  level  stuff  .     tonight   ,   however   ,   is  a  whole  other  kettle  of  fish   ;   tonight  she’s  planning  on  stealing  from  one  of  the  deadliest  rogues  in  gotham  .     shoulders  lift  in  a  semblance  of  a  shrug  as  she  reaches  for  a  cupcake  grenade  and  stuffs  it  in  the  bag  she’s  packing  .     she  pauses  for  a  second   ,   considering  what  she’s  up  against   ,   before  adding  two  more  .      (     you  never  know  what  might  come  in  handy   )  .

head tilts owlishly at the sight of identifiable pops of color.   intel has paid off in spades for once — set mental reminder to send something nice to her informant. fingers itch for the weight and sharp angles of her knives in the face of so much unpredictability. she hates surprises. yet, here she stands : unannounced and uninvited. " you know . . . the louder you are, the easier it is to track you. not everyone is going to stop by for a tea party. "

             ❝        ya  haven’t  heard  ?      ❞           crown  tilts   ,   a  manicured  brow  arching  as  gloved  hand  repositions  itself  ‘pon  the  curve  of  her  hip  .     try  as  she  might  to  conceal  it     ,   she  bristles  a  little  at  the  insinuation  .      (    always  the  sidekick   ,   the  henchwench    )  .      first  it  was  joker’s  thumb  she  was  under   ,   then  waller’s  .     well  ,  not  anymore      —      gone  are  the  days  of  taking  orders   ,   now  it’s  harley  calling  the  shots  .           ❝        i’m  a  one  -  woman  -  operation  now  .      ❞           a  flash  of  a  smile  .     lollipop  she’d  been  sucking  on  is  pulled  from  her  mouth   ,   the  stick  discarded  and  crushed  underfoot  .