#acrobatism

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

If you snuck into my room I would:

[x] Go back to sleep[x] Kick you out[x] Cuddle with you[x] Be like “How in the world?”[x] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[x] Kiss or hug you back MaYbe[x] Smile and laugh[x] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[x] Push you away[] Be shocked[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No[] Yes[x] Most certainly not.[] Without hesitation.

You are:

[x] Cute[] Adorable[x] Attractive[x] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:[] Stranger[] Acquaintance[x] Ally[] Friend [] Love[] Rival [] Enemy[XXX] WiFeY hee HA ho hA

“Yesss, ma’am.”

It wasn’t like he ever did what he was told to do but this time he found it amusing to actually OBEY. He straightened and tilted his head slightly upwards, closing his eyelids that was serving as an indication for her to proceed. 

As Harley’s fingers made contact with his injured skin, Joker tensed, setting his jaw to the side. He still didn’t know how he’d managed to escape from Batman this time, but it was clear that the FLYING RODENT wasn’t happy to see him which was rather rude. It wasn’t his fault that Bats had been having a bad day, was it? Anyway, the Joker had decided to retreat, being graced with a new set of wounds from his arch-nemesis. He really didn’t mind to collect any sort of injuries as long as the were from his Bat. He hoped these new ones would leave scars -- those DELIGHTFUL souvenirs of their time together...

“Ouchie...” he said in a low guttural voice as a slight sting from the antiseptic applied to the scratches made him snap out of his reminiscing. It didn’t hurt,though. In fact, it was some sort of a tingling sensation on his skin and it felt... wonderful. The Joker fully relaxed under her soft touch, a self-satisfying SMILE spreading across his smeared face. He had to admit that Harley did a better job in patching his wound that when he did it himself. He just didn’t have enough PATIENCE to finish this boring procedure, which wasn’t even necessary in his opinion. But Harley seemed to be so EAGER to play nurse this time, fully insisting on this IRRELEVANT crap, so the Joker decided to let her.

He raised his eyebrow quizzically as he heard the invitation to take a bath. He’d never admit it to himself but his body was somewhat exhausted, reminding the Agent of Chaos it was time to recharge his batteries. He glanced at Harley from under the hooded eyes, the corners of his mouth twisted into a CHARMING smile.

There was always an element of threat to the Joker’s flirtation, and always an element of flirtation to his threats. In his mind, they were often quite interchangeable; after all, both were things he associated with the Batman. And sure, Harley was no Batman (nobody ever was, after all), but she wasn’t a terrible replacement while the Dork Knight twiddled his thumbs. Or... tangled with lesser criminals, or whatever the hell he did when he wasn’t doing his job: namely, being the Joker’s Bat.

Anyway. Enough mooning. Harley would be a decent enough substitute for the time being. He held her chin between a gloved thumb and forefinger, humming quietly to himself as he studied her face with unabashed curiosity. She really did have such pretty skin. So soft and creamy. He briefly considered if it would lose its beauty if stripped from her muscle in fatty chunks, but there’d be time for that in years to come. Still so much pain and humiliation (and maybe just a little bit of romance) in the works for her, after all.

SEX + ROMANCE HEADCANONS | ACCEPTING