no remorse. you're a survivor.

"you and i share a secret. you know how easy it is to kill somebody."

That man would move down the list, the woman steadily becoming a simpering mess before him as she realized immediatly what this was all about. Her sobbing did little to settle the boy whom's chest was pounding and breathing heavier and heavier. Again the older man said nothing, and Joker would begin to look the three over with a mix of amusement and distrust. Gaze dragged along the three, and finally Joker would go to the boy first as he spoke. Squatting to get level with him, Joker would grin and tussle his hair. "Hi kid. Do you wanna see a magic trick?" Joker would hold his hand up, extending a finger and asking him to wait as he'd draw a single bullet out and hold it pinched between fingers. "As you can see, there are no strings or wires. It's a simple, ordinary bullet. But.." He trailed off as he stood up to his full height and rolled the barrel out before depositing the bullet into it's chamber. "With the right magic words.." He stretched up to his full height and walked to the forlorn man, stabbing the gun's barrel to his head and shouting. "HOCUS POCUS!" The dull sound of a bang, flesh pierced through a skull and sending a spray of blood and drenching the side of the woman's horrified face, Joker laughing and almost scrambling back to the two on his knees. "I can make the bullet.. disappear!" Woozy, the man rocked and fell over like dead weight. Spilling out on the ceiling, Joker would somberly look to the two as he spoke. Almost apologetic. Almost. "Now I know you both think it's very unfair of me to drag you all the way up here all because your dad slash father did a no no. But I just want you to see.. my side of things. Harley, come here." He didn't look at her,
knowing she'd obey as he'd cant his head softly to the side and clearly drag his tongue against the inside bottom lip of his mouth, eyebrows waggling and waiting for her to take his side.

Harley could feel herself almost feel sorry for the woman, almost. It was the boy she felt bad for, but the older man, she didn't feel like she could trust him. She'd eye him like a hawk, he was far too calm for all of this, far too expecting of all of this. He was what made her convinced it was a mob thing, or that's what she thought it was about. The boy yelled at Joker calling him almost every name in the book from Bozo to a mother fucker. Harley's sharp gaze snapping from the man to the boy. "Manners." She warned him, her finger pointing at him, to which she'd get called everyname in the book as well. That was until Joker put a bullet in the older man's skull. There was a brief moment of shock from everyone when he did that. But it faded the fastest from Harley. The woman stood there shell shocked and the boy went silent. He called for his right hand loon, and she came forward, her heels clicking hard agains the rooftop. She stood at Joker's side, loyal and obeient as ever. Exspecially since it was one of her first nights back in action, since the accident, as she called it. The woman started to sob when the boy's father was brought into this, the boy mumbling to leave him out of this.

She was grabbed and moved infront of him quickly, his arm going to tangle around her knees as he poked his head from her side. The other hand still holding the gun would give a single sweep up before he'd dared to drag that side arm across her stomach. With his thumb hooking into the waist, he'd tease that cord of material down her side and expose that wound on the heal. A mark was always going to be there, and he'd tighten his face as he spoke. "Do you see what he did? He shot her.. I had her blood.. all over me. And now you three are here. Oh." A look to regard the man laying there upon the floor with his skull split open in a gaping wound, Joker would bite his bottom lip before making a sucking breath. "You two are here. This is all about revenge. No one scars my play things and gets away with it. I'm just trying to think what to do with you two. I mean.. in a way you didn't have anything to do with it? Right? I should let you go?" He nodded along with the frantic pleading woman, as though he was giving in to her whim. Head bobbed and green hair bounced wildly in time with his actions as he'd play up their hope callously.

Tipping and toeing Harley would keep herself from toppling over when he grabbed her. Not like she would have minded, but a sharp and too frantic of a movement brought pain to her. She bit down hard on lip to hide the pain. Wolf like in her behavior, animals didn't like to show their wounds, especially wolves. Painted fingernails would roam at his head, playing with locks of moss green curls. She refusing to look at the family infront of her. She wouldn't show them her pain, oh no. She jumped, confused when he moved the firearm acrossed her stomach and felt her skin start to get exposed to the world around her. Gotham didn't know that Harley Quinn had been shot, or that Joker carried her out bridal style, no Gordon had ordered the footage never be shown, mostly because of all the violence involved in all of it. That hole in her stomach, it was still red and still bruised. The stitches where beginning to scab and it itched something terrible. And she hated, in her terribly vain nature that she'd always have a scar because of it. The woman would beg, she knew what Joker had done to her husband when he shot him. "Please, let us go! We didn't do anything. It was an accident. He didn't mean to shoot her." Harley scoffing at that statement.

That pleading fell on deaf ears, he had secretly already made up his mind at this point. Joker's body rose to it's full height and he'd step to move Harley away and grab that woman by her hair, tearing her away and pulling her up to her feet and dead center in the middle of the roof. The gun was held up and pointed at her, keeping his arm still and taking to circling about her in that angry manner. "Accidents don't happen, and I don't believe in them. You got dealt a bad hand is all, but since you seem so compassionate, I'll allow you to decide. Either I kill you, or I kill the kid. The choice is yours." A snarl as he kept his gun aimed squarely to between her eyes. The barrel's distances closed, and he would give a dangerous and wild look back and forth. That man was hell bent on seeing some sort of mental anguish ripped from these two after the affliction of emotions they had wrought on him. She swore it wasn't their fault, and he'd scoff and answer her in time. "Are you a stay at home mom? Then it's your fault, maybe you should have worked and your husband stay at home. You wouldn't be in this situation now would you? No-no-no-no. Now hurry this up, and choose. Harley's shows are coming on soon and you've caused her enough torment." The restlss roll of a thumb and the cocking of the gun showed he was seconds away from just shooting her, which left the entire debacle open to the demise of her child being an open and possible scenario.

The woman screamed and begged for this to stop, it was an accident and it wasn't her fault. It wasn't her son's fault, her son in the background pleading the same case. As Joker moved, Harley found herself being moved as well. She stared at all of this, the woman begged Harley from one woman to another just let them go, make the Joker stop. Like Harley had any power she was just as helpless as they where. Harley never liked seeing women, mothers, to be correct being involved in this, or children either. But there was Harley standing there. Her outfit still exposed to show the scar on her stomach. The sore wound on her smooth stomach. Another imperfection, she could have said something but she didn't, no the Joker needed to feed his blood thirsty little pet. She had heard rumors about how bad the entire thing had actually been. She'd been in so much pain her mind had managed to block most of it out. The morphine had helped too. Arms crossing over one another, she'd offer the woman no help, none. And her shows where coming on, her heel would tap against the floor impatiently. "Fine! Me. Shoot me." The woman pleaded, "Just let my boy go, please."

He'd smile, that smile of a creature that had found the answer he was hoping for. To be truthful no answer would have spared them the direction he was pulling this. His face splayed with that utter monsterous look, Joker would cant his head to the side as she said let the boy go. Lowering his gun now and looking to the men, he'd laugh and keel over. Knee slapped, his body hunching over and rising back up immediatly to collect himself, he'd continue to hoot and walk off the imaginary cramps in his stomach. A sigh, having brought himself over to arm's reach of Harley, he'd speak to the mother. "I never said anything about letting the boy go. Harley, shoot him." A shit eating grin plastered those features, as that boy of sixteen started to try and fight. Arms held him down and kept a wide berth as Joker continued his glide back to the woman with his careful steps letting him seem to walk an imaginary line. Over and over until he was back next to her and hoping to watch Harley take her revenge.

The mother remained on her knees well the Joker broke the news to her, the news was that it wouldn't her boy wouldn't be getting out of this one that easily. Both women might have been thinking the same thing, the mother would make a victim out of herself to save her son. The order of shoot the boy had rocked Harley a bit, once again Harley had never brought children into this mess, or she didn't want to. Remembering the night on the roof with Jim Gordon's boy and how she almost fought her Puddin', tooth and nail about it. Harley still had a soul, Harley still loved little kids. She walked towards the boy, the boy whose father had threatened to kill her. The boy whose father had shot Harley Quinn. Almost ending Gotham's Bonnie and Clyde. She'd never threatened a kid or hurt one, and his mother begged her, if she was any kind of woman then she wouldn't hurt her baby. Harley's ebon lips curled into a snarl. Gun came up from the belt and she aimed it at the boy's head. She should have killed his father the first moment she saw him, she wouldn't make that mistake with the boy. Gun aimed, the sick little clown girl had thought of a way to make it hurt. She didn't want quick and painless. She aimed for the neck and fired her. She wanted to make him hurt she wanted to make him bleed like she did. The bullet went clean through, blood oozing out everywhere. The boy choking on blood, dying before her eyes.

That action would trigger a half blink when it occured, half not expecting Harley to react so visciously, and so instaneous. Surprises were always such a lovely thing for the man, and when he saw the wound inflicted and the gurgling, he'd give a much needed grin and hold the woman's head. Making her watch the aftermath of what happened, Joker would struggle to keep her from turning away, that grasp locked solidly on the skull of that woman. A half hearted and mock sob came from the man before he'd throw her away, allowing her to fall into the gravel and rough bits of that roof. He wanted it to be well known what happened to anything that touched his Harley, a swagger in his cocky step as he came to the woman and simply slipped an arm around her. Finding the buried ear, fighting to not get any wisps of blonde in his mouth with the encounter, he'd speak to her very hushed and privately. Words meant only for the doll. "No remorse, you're a survivor. Never forget." He refused to look back, done with that business at hand and looking solely to the door, he'd speak to the boys. "She's tone and fit. Do what you want.. you can even let her live. I got what I wanted out of this.." A silent indication that revenge was only half his motivation for the evening, Joker toughened up his dame just abit more he felt.

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a/n; something kind of artsy, trust me i'm not changing styles i just wanted to play around. i like my manips much better.

the log is a companion piece to - [link]