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[like_a_leper]

Hrm...

You want to send me into outer space, in a confined space with a bunch of other people because you happened to come across a persuasive "god" of chaos?

OK, the chaos thing I like, but everything else is questionable. I mean, I won't even have my favorite knife on me - there's a line that should never be crossed and you're toeing it. My ability to improvise can only be relied on so much.







Nah, scratch all of that. This is going to be a hoot and a half if only because I'll get to be creative.

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[hesmypuddin]

[It's not even a matter of severity or cruelty, so much as insanity. You wouldn't know, looking and listening to her now, that this young woman used to be a fairly talented psychiatrist. Well, you might if you sat down and talked with her long enough, but she would have to be having a 'good' day to allow you past the child-like innocence that was Harley Quinn.

Does she enjoy the attention that her madness brings her? In truth, she doesn't care so much that people pay attention to the madness itself, but to her. Being ignored isn't something Harley is particularly used to, having spent many of the past years in the company of the Joker. Being ignored, or bored, usually led to the Cupid of Crime getting into more trouble than those around her might prefer... buildings exploded and people died and generally a rather large fuss ensued.

This man isn't the Joker she has known the past many years, but he is the Joker. It's fascinating and confusing and enough to make her stomach tighten and twist with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She knew her Joker and how he'd react to certain things... certain triggers. This man she doesn't know and that very factor is what makes it so wonderful.

Chaos.]

Ya've always been a better class'a criminal, Mistah J. Others folks would be lucky ta even come close ta ya, but there ain't a one'a 'em anywhere in Gotham that'll ever match ya.

[She watches him, taking in each jerk and twitch and actually stops breathing for a beat when he reaches for her again. She very nearly reaches for him, but stops herself... Her Joker would only put up with that on the best of days... this Joker... she doesn't dare even try.

She falls still again, her pulse beating heavily along the length of her throat beneath his fingers as they settle again, but never does she pull away. The threat, the danger... but in the end, it's a soft sigh that slips past those painted lips. Her eyes are hooded and her smiles warms substantially at the praise.]

Awww, Mistah J... ya know just the things ta say ta a gal.