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OH,      THE       THINGS     I       DO       FOR       LOVE.         i’m      talking      about       the      literal     sense     of      the     word      and        LOVE,      as     in,        @vermillionbook       standing     before     me.        there      had     been     a       time      when      the      two      had     been      beautifully      intertwined.        love     and     love,       one     in     the     same.        the      disconnect     occurred     when    i     came     to     the    clear    cut     conclusion     -----       LOVE    IS      INSANE!         a        murderer,       a      danger       to       herself      and     everyone     around      her.        reckless,      impulsive,      a      grocery     list     of     other     things     i     won’t      bore     you     with,      marienne,       because     you     get    my      gist.        

i      was      wrong      about     her     just    like     i     was     wrong     about    beck     and     candice,      but      at     least      those     two     never     got     blood     on     their    hands.      they     never      killed    an     innocent     girl     in     a      box     and     left    me     to     clean     up     the     mess     that     was     ellie      who      i     now      send     books     stolen     from      your     library     (     a      minor     issue     for     us,       i’m     sure     you’d     be     understanding    if      you     knew     the     situation.       wouldn’t     you     do     anything    for     your     daughter?      )          and        they      certainly     never     made    me     bury     the     corpse    of    a     realtor     they     thought    i     was     fucking      only     to     unbury     and     cement     in    a      different    location     because     they     didn’t     check     her       GODDAMN     FINGER.          

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the scene of the crime still breathes,⠀⠀ surrounded by limping and crawling citizens and bruised bodies aplenty. ⠀⠀robbing a bank is a rather⠀⠀trope-y ⠀⠀thing to do, especially for such an⠀⠀ infamous ⠀⠀criminal! ⠀⠀for the scarecrow nor even the penguin would seek out depths this low, and even harvey would only do this if he lost a coin toss. ⠀⠀but who gives a damn about the fuckin' bank?! ⠀⠀harley thinks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀after setting the fireworks lined up against the walls ablaze, the high whistles and fast whooshing cave way for chaos.⠀⠀and no art project is ever complete... ⠀⠀without paint!⠀⠀ harley's ⠀⠀handful 'o goons⠀⠀ come rushing in like a red and black tidal wave, ⠀⠀clobbering⠀⠀ any citizen who gets in the way. ⠀⠀harley takes the phrase⠀⠀ 'painting the town red' ⠀⠀rather literally, ⠀⠀as she tosses heavy paint cans---uncaring of who it ⠀⠀cracks⠀⠀ the skulls of.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it's so ⠀⠀beeeaauutiful! ⠀⠀she gazes upon the scene,⠀⠀ a moment of discord without meaning and only⠀⠀ fun,⠀⠀ and thinks of it as a job well done. ⠀⠀surprisingly,⠀⠀ she finds no⠀⠀ bat nor man⠀⠀waiting in the crowd of bodies.⠀⠀ rather... ⠀⠀a clown.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a ⠀⠀good ⠀⠀clown anyway, because he's no ⠀⠀purple fool. ⠀⠀to any stranger, he's unnerving. ⠀⠀the black paint across his mouth and drawn on his white face doesn't⠀⠀ quite ⠀⠀create the character of a typical⠀⠀ lovable ⠀⠀clown. ⠀⠀ah, ⠀⠀but to⠀⠀ hell with that, ⠀⠀he seems to know a ⠀⠀good time!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his smile, ⠀⠀lined with blackened teeth,⠀⠀ is one the⠀⠀ harlequin ⠀⠀mirrors back. ⠀⠀her grin cracks wider and wider as they meet eyes. ⠀⠀harley lifts up a spare near-empty can of paint in the air, ⠀⠀swinging it back and forth like a⠀⠀ flag of friendship!⠀⠀ she offers silently... ⠀⠀wanna have a go?⠀⠀ though she thinks they'd prefer a ⠀⠀different kind ⠀⠀of ⠀⠀pretty red paint. ⠀⠀⠀(...)⠀⠀⠀she thinks she does, ⠀⠀too.