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Creme De La Crazy

Bit of a twist to this legendary line, so I hope you like it!  I'm trying to do a thing where a I upload every other day and do it in pairs. So always expect two chapters when I update.

Oswald sat at the desk in his cell, writing quietly on a piece of paper his plans, when he heard a female and male voice from the door to his cell.  He heard the keys rattle in the lock, followed by a female voice saying in a thick accent:

"Thanks, puddin',"  The door opens, and Oswald scurries to the wall across the room, and sees Harley Quinn standing before him.  She giggles, sauntering in a with a wave as the cell door closes behind her, leaving the two of them in the cell.

"Relax,"  She says with a shrug, a light limp in her step.  Oswald notices it, dismissing it as Jerome's doing.

"Look, ya gave him what he needed...the laugh of the century,"  She says, waltzing over to his bed, and laying down on the pillows and sheets comfortably.

"Tell me something, you and Jerome have everyone here under your thumb.  Guards, Inmates-"

"What can I say?"  Harley interrupts.  "Jerome is charismatic and well, they call me dollface for a reason around here,"  She says from the bed. 

"The both of you could escape anytime...why stay?"  Harley hums, opening her closed eyes, not wanting to spill too much of Jerome's plan.

"You're planning something." Oswald concludes in excitement.

"Riiight!"  Harley agrees.  Technically she didn't tell him, he figured it out, therefore, she didn't go against Jerome's instructions.

"Jerome wants something spectacular,"  She says, sitting up and swinging her legs over the bed to dangle them not too far from the ground.

"We're in this funny farm for what seems like the thousandth time, to find the creme de la crazy,"  She air quotes the line straight from Jerome with her fingers.

"Which is why, he wants you,"  Harley says, her pale face twisting into a shiny smirk, flashing straight white teeth.  Oswald laughs uncomfortably at the ginger's sidekick, knowing not to trust her.

"When we're done...the world out there,"  Harley says, getting to her feet and walking to the barred window.

'That'll be the Asylum,"  She growls, staring out with hate into the world below his cell.  Then her happy self chimes back in with a bounce on her heels, and a flashing a wide smile at Oswald.

"So, whaddayasay?" She asks.Oswald stares at her with an open mouth, nodding his head once.

Thank you, for the kind offer, and delivered so lovely,"  He says with a smile of his own, making Harley's falter.

"I don't expect to be here very long,"  He says, going back to his desk, turning his back to the blonde.  He begins to write again, hearing her take two strides to him from the window.  He feels her behind him, as she hums, and grabs his shoulders suddenly, making his heart skip and his body jolt in fear.

"You'll come around,"  She whispers in his ear, feeling her smile on his temple.

"They always do,"  She hisses into his ear, making him shiver.  She chuckles, standing up and turning to open the cell door to leave.  As it opens and the guard lets her through, the last things he hears for the night is a,

"Thanks, a million, sweetie," to the guard and a metal slam.