"i love to play destroy!" | "i see where you get it from."
post suicide squad + (pre & post) birds of prey
joker's daughter / harley quinn's daughter (oc)
| roman sionis x oc
reached no. 1 in #romansionis & #blackmask
reached no. 1 in #birdsofprey...
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————— "irony is a bitch sometimes." —————
GETTING DRESSED IN A pink and brown plaid blazer, with a matching high waisted pants and a white crop top. Finishing off with white chunky heels and white drop earrings, the girl finished her makeup and hair and handed downstairs for breakfast.
Reaching the kitchen she sat down and as per usual, and one of the chefs henchmen that her father had hired made her a big breakfast. Her fork stabbed into the bacon as she picked up the piece of toast with the perfectly poached sunny-side egg, and just proceeded to eat away.
It was when The Joker came in the room; his purple suit he was wearing more shiner than the sunlight coming in the room. His laugh boomed and made all the henchmen's muscles twitch in fear, while it made Zara eye roll. Finishing her breakfast, she wiped her mouth and washed her hands, and returning to the table with a glass of orange juice and her father sitting across from her on their fancy table. His hands crossed and a smile that already screamed mischief sat upon his face in his daughter's direction. "So what are we doing today that is so important?" She snarkily asked, taking another sip from her orange juice. "You are going to experience the wonderful world of Daddy's work! And soon, you'll be able to do great things for us—contributing to the family." His voice, sharp as a nail but charismatic as a business man emphasized the last point. Zara knew what he was doing, but with her own plans in mind, she played with his games to keep this front on for now. "Just like mom, huh?" She commented under her breath, taking another sip from her juice. "So where are we heading to first?" Sensing she had some knowledge of what the lines of the job beside her father, he smirked mischievously, standing up from the chair and walking behind her chair. "An, old 'friend', but a rival nonetheless." The cryptic words made Zara furrow her eyebrows as she started to finish her cup of orange juice. When she didn't say anything, The Joker gripped the edges of his daughter's chair and leaned onto it; his chin laying on top of her head. "Roman Sionis."
She stopped almost halfway in her juice as her eyes widened. It took her a moment before continuing like normal—already she was wondering if her father knew about her little escapade last night and was playing with her; or this was just The Joker being himself. Either way, she couldn't let him know.
