IT’D BEEN HOURS SINCE THEY FIRST SET OUT - ----since the clown had energetically danced around his place , urging the blend to pack whatever she needed that would do for a couple of weeks ; since he bundled her confused form into his car and started this even more bewildering day . ❛ sooo---- gonna tell me where we’re going yet ? ❜ blend would have been concerned , afraid even that this was all a ploy to drop her stranded somewhere like a dog , but his constant touch on her ( hand gripping her thigh like a vice , digits waywardly tucking strands behind her ear , his hand tapping excitedly against her knee ) and the fact that he refused to allow her to pack more than necessary , soothed any thoughts or qualms blend had about her potential stranding . ❛ ‘cause i gotta say , if this is some weird way of taking me out to the sticks so you can kill me and leave my body scattered some place , you’re kind of missing the most important thing ; surprise . ❜ means it all in jest ; knows he would never ( unintentionally or non consensually ) hurt her , but blend would admit that doesn’t quite stop those creeping worries that she may in fact , be in some substantial danger , ❛ ----just saying ; if you kill me jack , just know , i will come back to haunt you and will haunt you by sorting everything you own alphabetically ; that’s a promise . ❜ of course the one thing blend can think to threaten the clown with is neatness .

Being invited around to Jack’s own nightclub wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence. In fact, he had become quite the frequent visitor. Mainly for business, of course - a majority of the people surrounding Jack in the VIP area had now become customers of their own - though it wasn’t unheard of for Tommy to accompany Jack back home afterwards. If they even made it that far. Bathroom stalls and storage areas had proven quite convenient as well. Not exactly his preferred choice, but Jack just seemed to know exactly what buttons to push. 

Tonight was yet another one of those nights. The bouncers at the door let him through without a second thought - Tommy’s face being a familiar sight by now - and the same thing applied to the security stopping anyone who tried to enter the VIP area without invitation. It wasn’t that he was unfamiliar with that sort of treatment (both money and reputation had opened a lot of doors in the past couple of years), but he had to admit that there was a certain feeling of pride given this particular club’s reputation. Gaining access to the VIP area, let alone Jack’s little corner, was notoriously impossible. And yet, here he was. 

His eyes found Jack first, and a little grin involuntarily snuck onto his features. Hot Handsome as ever. But just as Tommy started to approach the other, another familiar face came into his view. Blonde hair, bold make-up, extravagant outfit. Harley. The sight of her caught him so off-guard, that there was a brief pause in his movements and he had to remind himself that it might seem a little suspicious to just stop walking like that. What an awkward coincidence to have them both here at the same time. It wasn’t that Tommy was worried about either of them finding out that they weren’t the only one he was sleeping with (he wasn’t exclusive with either of them, after all; something they had made clear on more than just one occasion), but.. Given that they both seemed to frequent not only his bed, but oftentimes his mind as well just made it feel.. Weird to be confronted with it like that 

miscellaneous angst starters. | @theclownprnc​ said: i didn’t mean the things i said.

❝   YOU SAY THAT EVERY TIME !!   ❞

Even she is stunned by the outburst that barrels past smudged scarlet, but it doesn’t stop puffy eyes from locking onto his visage. HE who induced this SORROWFUL STATE and who has done so time and time again and will do so over and over. Breath is still torn to shreds from the sharp sobs that wracked thin frame, bones threatening to FALL APART with each heave. Oceanic gaze is TUMULTUOUS as it studies the form she’s not sure is capable of bearing any true REMORSE. She’s felt his WRATH and his CONTRITION too many times. SHE’S NOT SURE WHICH IS WORSE. A sniffle precedes her elaboration, the makeup running down her cheeks not assisting in her attempt to piece back together the MASK she feels the need to don.

it all had happened too fast, perhaps the three or four drinks of pure vodka were not the wisest decision while being on duty. but tonight had been a quiet night, this might have been the reason why a robbery came as a surprise. the sight had been blurry and the hold on his gun was shaky. unclear of whom to shoot - if shooting should have been on his mind at all. many thoughts had rallied up and eventually got the better of him. the captives were human shields and the cop ran straight into their trap. before he had even the chance to save himself from a lifetime of sorrow was adan the one that pulled the trigger. unintentionally shooting those that were but innocent bystanders. ‘’ i didn’t fucking mean to! ‘’ there was no reason to answer, no reason to scream at the person that asked the question. still self hatred was a tool others could exploit easily. ‘’ they jus’ stood in the way of police business. so i had to... had to go though ‘em instead of letting ‘em get away! ‘’ 

closed unplotted unprompted starter for @theclownprnc

“Hey, man, listen: I know you’re...angry that I killed your dealer guy, but it was just a job, okay? I was told the bare minimum about him and...that was it. I didn’t have anything personal against him. Okay?”

He’s sitting in a chair with his wrists and ankles bound together with rope. (He could probably get out, he just hasn’t thought up a far enough plan to know what to do after that.) All he could tell was this guy in here with him radiated unpredictability.

@theclownprnc​ said: “I only play games to win.”

Lazy but deep kisses. Bruce againstthe counter, fingers knotted in fabric yanked Joker closer. Then Bruce pulled away, panting. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide in excitement and mischief and desire.