We're Bad Guys, its what we do!
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jan 8, 2018 7:26:06 GMT
Timeline: Current Previous Threads: Joker, Man Homecoming Characters Involved: @thejoker Location: New York We're bad guys, it's what we do.
"WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS!" Harley called out as she paced in front of her TV. It had been quite a while since her puddin up and disappeared. Which was always so hard for Harley to handle, even when she was in Arkham or Blackgate it was always so hard to be without him. So when she heard that someone was doing Joker like things she had gotten a bit angered and decided to hunt the man down. "EVERYONE GET READY. ITS TIME FOR US TO FIND THIS IMPOSTER JOKER!" She huffed as she walked out of her room in her low cut monster shirt and short booty shorts. The whole outfit was one of her favorites, she even wore her property of joker jacket and grabbed her bat and gun. It didn't take long for the girl to hear about another thing on the news that had been about the Joker and she smirked. "Playing right into my hands puddin wannabe." She got on her motorcycle and began chasing down the lead on the Joker, her gang driving pink and blue cars behind her. After all, it wouldn't be a real chase if it was just Harley, after all, the gang had to make sure the head honcho wasn't killed or harmed. TAG: @thejoker
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 2:53:06 GMT
THE JOKER
It was technically a joy ride but it was really only a joy for a man like him. The Joker, being the iconoclastic mad man that he was, enjoyed many cruel things and among them was a sick sense of irony. He loved subverting something to help into a weapon of harm. Currently he was tearing through a pedestrian mall at about eighty with the sirens of his high-jacked ambulance wailing. "WRRRRRRRRRR-RUH!-WRRRRRRRRRR-RUH!-WRRRRRRRRRR-RUH!"When the vehicle finally stopped moving, having been clogged with human victims and natural barriers to the point of stopping, the back doors burst open. Five came from the crashed vehicle each armed for mayhem with guns a-blazing and weapons drawn. It was going to be a bloodbath and that was the point. One had a leather jacket with golden disks covering the arms which was fitted over a mostly white spandex costume. It had black leggings below the thigh, a black triangle shape at the stomach, a full black face mask with silver hair exposed. He had a shotgun. The next had a much more complex armor which was accented in black and pink. A yellow dragonfly appeared on the chest and a glass visor covered the eyes underneath a helmet. This man had a pair of pistols. Alongside him was a man in all black without anything really distinguishing his face. His costume had flaps between the arms and sides like a flying squirrel. This man was equipped with a chainsaw. The fourth had a mostly gold suit with big silver gauntlets, silver bars around the face that formed a sort of eyebrow and covered the mouth, acted as a necklace, and acted as a belt. This one was getting up close and personal with a pair of katanas. The final member, the driver, wore a paper bag over his head with eye holes in it. The top of the bag was spray painted green, its eye holes were painted with black rings. A garish red grin was put over where the mouth would be. The eyes behind the eye holes were those of madness. His suit was all black with a white spider pattern at the center of the chest and on the back. Not that this could be seen, because over this was a white t-shirt with a message written in black marker. " I went to space and all I got was this lousy symbiote". This man had a submachine gun. "Let's see how many self-righteous idiots we can draw out with this one. WAAAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Suddenly, a series of pink and blue cars pulled up amid the chaos. They were accompanied with a blonde on a motorcycle. "Woowoowoowoo! Somebody wants to play. Nnheheheh!" Either the Joker didn't recognize Harley, or was in a foul mood because his next words were, "Light 'em up!"
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We're Bad Guys, its what we do!
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Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 11, 2018 3:49:43 GMT
Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death? “ When these two got together it was never just a regular meeting. So, Of course, Harley was ready for blood to be all around and well she hoped that this Imposter Joker was ready for even more blood. Because as soon as he shouted to have the guns go off she smirked. She loved getting bloody, so with easy she jumped her bike and she herself jumped off with a perfectly good flip and twist, landing perfectly on the ground. The motorcycle landed perfectly on one of the Jokers main men and crushed him like a bug under a coffee mug. Why is their a bug under a mug? Well, Harley didn't know but it sounded about right. With that, the girl then walked through the gunfire as if it was mere child's play. She didn't care if she got hit, it brought a thrill through her body to be this close to danger, to be in the sites of death and not bling a bit. So once she was close enough to the Joker she herself pulled out her own gun and pointed at him like she had done many times before. "Alright imposta, call off the goons and stop pretending to be my puddin or I'll turn you into puddin real quick." She spoke as she watched him. She had yet to see any REAL proof it was him. Her own goons watched the girl waiting for orders which she had yet to give them. They just watched as she walked through the gunfire and did her own thing. Many wanted to shoot back but they knew better than to disobey the head queen, after all, they didn't want to become one of Elijah's play toys. ”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2018 1:51:54 GMT
THE JOKER "Hehehehe-hahaha-ahahaha-aha-haaaaaaaah." He waved his sub machine gun toward Harley generally in wide sweeping motions.
"You truly, truly don't know me if you think for a baby-beating minute I would call off my goons. I'm having way too much fun." To punctuate this professed pleasure, he let out a burst of gunfire at the ever-fleeing civilians.
"Ever since I fell butt-first into this little world, I've been having so much of it. There's so many oh-so-serious hero types here, it's all a big barrels full of laughs. Weehehehahahahaha! But the one thing that's all missing is my Harley Quinn."
"You sound like her. All this puddin' talk. But, but, but, but thissuh.", he gave her a head to two review with his firearm, "is something different. Your hair is showing and blue. Rotten chin. Puddin necklace. Daddy's Lil' Monster. Mmmm. Short-shorts shorter than Dickiebird. Fishnets. What are you, Zatanna? Woowoo! Mr J heart tattoo but upside down buuuut that could be cute seeing it right-way up. Heheh! Five ten fifteen . . . Forty what? Licks?" He lifted up his paperbag mask to flashed his tongue. His chin and lips certainly matched.
He paused his little monologue with a bit of sustained fire at Harley's boys. "You claim I'm not the Joker. You're halfway there, like Two-Face. Woowoo! No, I'm not your Joker. Just like yoooou are not my Harley Quinn née Harleen Quinzel. See, I discovered we aren't all from the same world when I stumbled on not-Batman. Which is a bit of a shame, if I must say. One sec."
He and his men made another attempt to murder all of Harley's crew.
"You see in my world, I proposed. Now, now, now, now. I never actually got to hear Harley's response. So, Harley Quinn, will you do me the honor of keeping me the happiest man in Gotham?"
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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We're Bad Guys, its what we do!
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Post by Harley Quinn on Apr 5, 2018 2:50:59 GMT
Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death? “ At this point Harley didn't care about her crew being shot at, everything this man said, every drop of a word he said she hung onto just like normal. All of her independent willpower just seemed to fade away as the man before her spoke. Sure she knew there were different worlds here, but she had known a couple who tried to pretend to be the Joker, they were all from this stupid new world she was in. She killed them all before anyone else could get to them if there was one thing in this world or any in fact, that Harley didn't like was fakes, especially when she missed her puddin with all her heart. After all, he was the reason she was breathing, she lived for him and him alone, sure their might have been other men but they never lasted even though her more sane parts. She was wrapped around the Jokers finger like one of those little hand stickies that you would place the ring thing on your finger so it couldn't get away. She could stick to someone else for a bit, including Poison Ivy but eventually, the adhesive wore and she fell to his side like always. She often wondered if it was like this with all Harley Quinn versions, she wondered if somewhere out there-there was a Harley Quinn who sided with Batman for some strange reason and hung out with Black Canary and the other league members. Perhaps, it was always a nice thought to think, but she was not that Harley, she was this Harley and this Harley was and always would be hanging off of every order, every word, every single moment of the Joker, like lost little puppy happy to see home once more. He then pulled out a ring, a very shiny one, a very Harley like one and boy did her eyes light up like the fourth of July. She couldn't find words to say, and by now the men behind her were all laying on the ground in puddles of their own blood. These words she had waited years for him to say, she remembered that night on the bridge. She had put a gun to his head, well not this Joker but a Joker, and she called him out of being scared of love and not being scared of death. But this Joker, he was ready to actually make the commitment that she had wanted so long ago. "Oh Puddin, I'v been waiting so long. You are always so full of surprises!" She said as she squealed and leaped into the man like she had done many times before, and gave him the biggest kiss in the world. At this point it would be clear to tell that the white skin on her wasn't makeup, it was chemically done, just like his. ”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 2:59:47 GMT
THE JOKER "AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
In spite of everything, in spite of Harley's ecstatic exhilaration, it was all a lie. Every single word. It was not that he wasn't actually proposing. He was. That was true. What rang false, at least to any ears not owned by Harleen Quinzel, was that the Joker loved, that he was capable of it.
In his own way, this Joker had a lot in common with the tattooed, silver-toothed monster from her world. He was contemptuous of the very idea. Unlike her Joker, very unlike her Joker, he did not find pings of adoration for his suitor after she plunged into the acid pit that bore him.
This Joker was a user. He used everyone. He used Batman for amusement. He used Gotham as his playground. He used Harley Quinn as his punching bag. Nothing changed in him. It was as certain and certainty itself that he wouldn't ever change, the vile clown.
What had happened was that Harley, his Harley, his former lackey and aide-de-chaos grew a spine. She lived a life apart from him and even apart from Poison Ivy. The Joker, selfish bastard that he was, could not and could never stand this independence. So, she would come back to him. She would have to. He concocted a plan to reel her back in with a ring and control her again. It was not out of love. It was out of selfishness, like a child only wanting a toy when someone else was playing with it.
Still, the results were the same: a bloodbath to end all bloodbaths to signify their most unholy union. After his guys finished slaughtering hers, of course. He couldn't have anyone who wasn't under his direct control after all.
"I'll have to introduce you to my little spider friend later, Harls. He's the guy I was trying to attract when you showed up in all your you-ness. He's a do-gooder I met one of the last times I jumped worlds. He's not as fun as the Bat though, forewarning. He actually jokes! He also swings around from a butt-web! Woowoo! And like our Bat, he gets his Wonder Woman panties in a bunch when innocents are slaughtered! Nnnhehehehehe! But that's a mass murder for later. Let's take a wedding planner's kids hostage!"
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