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*~Joker~*
"HARLEY! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" I shouted, standing in the middle of a bunch of mess and chaos, caused by none other than Harley Quinn herself. One job. She had one fucking job and she couldn't even do that right and it pissed me off something serious.
"Yes Puddin'? She asked, running up to me all cheerful and what not. I felt as if she were mocking me and I refused to let her think what she's done is okay. I reached back and slapped her across the face, sending her body flying down to the ground.
"One job! You had one fucking job, doll face! Get in and get...the fuck...OUT!"
"I-I know Puddin', and I tried to do what you asked, but they followed me!" She stammered, nervously looking up at me. She pointed over towards the dead bodies, making me growl with frustration as I turned and walked off. "I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault!"
"Stop talking, doll. All that whining is going to make daddy really angry, and you don't want that do you?" I questioned, grinning as I turned towards her. She shook her head, like a disobedient child, pulling herself up off of the ground. "You...you, you like making an ass of me, don't you?" She didn't respond. She just shook her head, holding her bat tightly in her hands, looking as if she wanted to hit me.
"I'll clean it up, Puddin." She finally spoke up, making me shake my head.
"No time. We have to go. NOW!" I walked off, hearing her heels clicking behind me, as we hopped in the car and pulled off. Times like this, I wish Frost were still with me, only because I hated driving. I caused more damage driving, then I do when I'm out causing many disturbances throughout the city.
"Doesn't this feel like old times? The Clown Prince and Princess of Gotham City...together again!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes, as I banged my head against the car window.
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I'd rather slam my head a thousand times, feeling the blood ooze out, instead of listening to her claim to be anything else but my burden.
