#nutsoquinn

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    Jack had been searching so long for someone to be his model for his photography, his art was dark and scary and he had been searching for his muse. He needed a woman that wasn’t afraid to let him make them look scary beautiful. Luckily for him, Harleen Quinzel was that woman for him. She was beautiful with long blonde hair and big blue eyes, strong jawline and cheekbones, amazing body and long legs. Just speaking with her gave him so many ideas for different photos, the name alone brought many ideas to his head but he would have the gain her friendship before he brought that up, sure that she had already heard many comments about her name being similar to the french character, Harlequin. When she arrived at his studio, he smiled at her running a hand through his dark hair. 

Due to a very late phone call, much yelling and finally some reassurance, Jonny hadn't had much time to do anything else but go straight to Joker's place after the club had closed for the day. It would seem he and his new fling had gotten into an argument, resulting in Joker taking off for a while, and Jonny left to babysit. It wasn't outside her realm of chores to look after Joker's women. Most usually weren't always among the living when she got to his, so she assumed this must have been the infamous Harleen Quinzel. Or rather, the newest version of her.

The last time Frost had seen her, she had been tying her down to a medical board, and watching as Joker put thousands od volts into her pretty head. Things had been fine for the next two weeks, back to business, until she had apparently shown up again. That had been the last Frost had heard, and she went on with her work, behind the scenes, Joker taking a break, she assumed with the Doctor.

But the honeymoon was over, and she had no problem imagining that the 'couple' had run into a few difficulties trying to assimilate to each other, resulting in an argument. She must have meant a great deal to J. Usually he'd just shoot them and ask for a clean-up.

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          In a flawless display of INFAMOUS flexibility the clown was peering down at the familiar face from her PERCH, lips pulled back leaving pearly whites BARED in a feral GRIN. Back curved in a classic arch she hung, pale fingers pulled through draping tassels of white blonde hair as blue eyes met the woman's MATCHING pair. For a moment she’d REVEL and bask in the silence, taking more pleasure than she probably should from the other’s clear discomfort ––––– GOD, you could practically taste the stuff in the stale air of that little cage of hers. Quiet was BROKEN with a harsh cackle, giggles ringing out like gunfire, a taunting act like a cat toying with her prey. 

                                                  “ Harleen,. Harleen, HARLEEN.

                                               What a PLEASURE it is t’ see y'.

                                           Y’ know, I was beginnin’ t’ THINK y’d