#jokulator

It’s close to midnight, and something evil’s lurking from behind. 

Edward’s wandering the darkness of the city, looking for trouble. He has to feed every two weeks or so, and he narrowly evaded the police earlier- he’s not going to get himself arrested again, if he can help it, much less brought in.  

You need to go to Sector 4, he tells himself. Remember? The wolf problem? 

The more he flagellates himself, though, the less able he is to rouse himself. He’s become a bit of a junkie, he thinks, and though he hates himself for it, he needs his fix. He picks at his nails, nervously.

The scent of human coming closer distracts him. And is that... laughter? Yes. It’s laughter, high, keening and manic. 

    He could’ve avoided it, but he didn’t.

   He could’ve thrown her to the ground, but he didn’t. No, no, no— he was far too kind, far too gentlemanly, for that sort of behavior. Obviously.

   Catching her with outstretched arms, Joker accepted her clumsy embrace, bodies bumping as he straightened her just slightly. “Heyy.. Sugarbumps.” His half grin seemed to be only half genuine – an expression immediately dropped as he continued to hold the blond in his arms. “I’m sorry, that was crude.” But his childish, almost mocking, tone of voice made it difficult to tell if any of what he’d said was truly sincere. Reaching, he pushed a dark lock of hair from Harley’s eyes, swaying slightly as he gazed at her.

    “Do you like crude things?”

Harley was pleasantly surprised when Mr. J not only caught her, but returned her affection. Did he really care after all? Even though he didn't remember her? Best comfort hug ever! Her hands locked together as slender arms wrapped loosely around him. Her smile was as cheery as could be, all unpleasantries forgotten as if they'd never even happened in the first place.

She playfully quirked a brow in his direction at the nickname. How silly, she thought, the only person that called her that was... and then it hit her. He'd found out about her flirting, at least some of it. He always did. Even though they weren't in Gotham anymore, her puddin was resourceful as ever. Whether he was just angry or a little jealous as well remained to be seen.

♋ What drew you to this muse?

A few things, actually. As previously mentioned, I've loved Harley five ever. She's been my favourite "super anyone" ever since I knew what super heroes and super villains are. I love that she's both adorable and bat shit crazy and she has the best weapon, hands down. As to what made me start playing her here, I'm gonna be honest and say Joker-mun's arrival sparked her muse. I was never brave enough to give her a try before, but I was like oh what the heck might as well.

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

jokulator

So, the new city was surprisingly easy to adapt to. Despite not being quite ad strong as she was before and most of her toys missing, Harley didn’t mind her new surroundings. Little did those dumb ol’ scientists know that replacing her mallet with a smaller, squeakier version was the nicest thing anyone had done for her in a while. Though they could have at least brought Mr. J with her. What she wouldn’t give to see his smile…

And then she saw him. It was like a Christmas miracle, only it wasn’t Christmas. “Puddin’!” She cried out the word as if it were rain in a desert, a ray of light in the dark, a knock knock joke at a funeral. Harley ran toward The Joker as fast as her legs would allow, arms wide open. Only she tripped just in front of him and landed flat on her butt. Gracefully.

          ❝ But there's just one thing I gotta ask you, it's pretty much a deal breaker. ❞ 

          ❝ Know any tricks? Or is this whole entire get up just a way to get attention from the wrong people? ❞ If the latter were true, it wouldn’t exactly be a problem, for he himself happened to be in the same category as the wrong people.

“I’ve got a crowbar with your name written on it right here.”