@ The Joker;
Joker had just opened one of his favorite clubs for the night, and was sitting in the back of it, looking out towards all the people who were occupying it. Today had been considered one of his 'good' days, but everyone knew that could very well change in an instance if he became upset. Even then, the only reason they were considered a 'good' day, was because of Harley Quinn. She had become the only thing that caused his to waiver from his sadistic and evil self. On his middle finger he wore a large gold ring, with an equally large diamond on it, turning it back and forth as he just watched, a few different thoughts running through his mind, one of which wondering where Harley had been, she hadn't said much to him that morning, but he hadn't asked either. He glanced up as he heard someone approach, and grinned devilishly when he saw it was Harley. "Hey there Harls." He commented, leaning over and planting a kiss on her lips before leaning back into his own seat. "Hey," he paused and waved his hand towards the empty stage that lay in front of them. "How about you go put on a little show for your man, huh?" Joker asked. His lust had definitely been up for the night, how could it not be? Harley had a perfect body, and that was one thing he always let her know. The music had been turned up a bit, and began to bump throughout the club. A few of the other stages had some random women Joker paid dancing on them, and the men drunkenly watched.
Joker snapped at an employee of the club for some drinks, which he promptly got. He tapped his ring on the side of the glass, enjoying the sound it made. Then lifted it to his lips as he watched Harley get up on the stage. He supposed down the whisky and just had a grin on his lips as he looked her up and down. At this moment he did believe himself to be very lucky to have her as his own. He very well had no idea what his feelings for her were, but he knew there was something there that he tried to ignore. Even though she was an exception to his casual rage, there were plenty of times when he'd treat her just the same as everything else, but she never left, and he thought highly of it. She was a good girl, to him anyway. Joker also knew he was very possessive of Harley, on more than one occasion he had flipped out on someone for looking at Harley too long, or someone cat calling her on the street. It wasn't like she hadn't warned them, she knew exactly how he was. But guys tended not to listen, and that's when they got their heads bashed in. Joker whistled up at Harley and have her another lustful grin as he leaned back into his chair, sipping whisky, and content with keeping his mind clear of destruction for the moment.
May 7th, 2017 at 12:24pm