The Joker in the eyes of Harley QuinnShe didn't know how late it was lying there in the arms of The Joker.The Joker in the eyes of Harley Quinn2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Hearing the sound of his steady breathing, his breath tickling her cheeks.
His breath always smelled the same.
Spices mixed with the scent of tabacco.
She loved it.
Harley loved times like this.
When The Joker actually came to bed and held her close to him.
Close to his heart.
She couldn't help but admire his face.
The waves of lime green and dirt blonde hair framing The Joker's white painted face.
The coal black paint incasing his jade eye's, closed now, showing his dark lashes.
His full lips coated in bright red grease paint, the paint spreading across the scars connected to his lips.
She loved them too.
There was nothing she hated about The Joker.
No matter what pain he inflicted on her,
the bruise he left,
the cuts he made...
He was her Puddin'.
and she was his Harley Quinn.
Harley Quinn in the eyes of The JokerThe Joker yawned and cracked his neck as he sat in the study of his latest hideout.Harley Quinn in the eyes of The Joker2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Time for bed, he though, rising from the desk he had been hunched over for the past few hours and left the room.
He made his way into the bedroom he shared with Harley.
She was there already, lying in the bed they shared, sleeping.
The Joker removed his vivid purple and green clothing till he was just in his purple boxers
before slipping in under the sheets careful not to stur his sleeping Harliquinn.
The Joker then just stared at her. Drinking in everything about her.
Her soft blonde hair tied up in pigtails, the ends dipped in blood-red and black,
Her creamy skin that would redden at his touch,
Her thick, dark lashes that would frame those big baby blue eyes.
Those lips... a deep crimson that they rivalled the red of roses...
the red of blood.
He reached out a long pale finger and ran it across Harley's cheek and tracing down her neck.
He shivered slightly enjoying how smooth and soft her mi
Outfits"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought.Outfits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants. Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes through a complex blue-print of a building.
Once the sirens rang, these doors would be locked first, then these over here. This one would be easiest to break open but the elevator would be shut down, so... we'd have to take the stairs down a couple of floors or should we go up? Hmm... Maybe I should take a trip to the airport and steal a helic
MineI stare at her, unable to tear my eyes away.Mine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long, golden waves of silky hair flow freely, framing her baby blue eyes.
She is irresistable.
As if on cue, she meets my gaze.
"Mistah J?" I hear her ask, in her sweet, syrupy voice.
Harls...if only you knew...
How lovely, how beautiful you are...
If only she knew how weak she made me, how strong.
I want to kiss her every moment, every day, just so she'll know.
The gutteral snarl rips its way through my teeth, simply declaring, simply stating,