your sweetest side.

As they'd leave that back room, Joker would find exactly what he was looking for. Going towards one of those large linen stitched cart, he'd begin to pluck items from it and throw soiled and dirty clothes easily one after another until the contents had been dumped. Hands squeaking about, he'd shift to push the object about in a small test before that man gave a solid nod seeing it'd work how he wanted. And with that, he'd scoop up Roman under his arms before attempting to topple him into the cart after insisting Harley help him. A ankle sticking out from one corner, he'd decide that would work fine enough and pushed his prize into the side street with a slight hum in his step. Back into the encroaching dark, he'd smile knowing that Batman was sure to discover this little mishap and get to sit with that sinking feeling he had missed out on something important. Perhaps he'd even get there before Riddler was able to properly hobble his own way out. Inhaling deep the pollution and decay of Gotham, he'd give a glance towards Harley and the tip toeing she was now doing in step to him. Seeing her fall in line, he'd find himself already struggling to keep himself angry with her, downgrading it to a solid annoyed. After all, how could he stay mad at her after she had learned her most important lesson ever? Hands gripping the cart, he'd give a faint squeeze and glance down the alley way once or twice before looking to the woman. "Alright. Fine. Fine. I know it's really probably eating at you. No one else involved. No Riddler. No Bats. I'm pretty sure Roman's not all here." And as if to accentuate the point, he'd explode in one of his little fits of anger and slug the helpless man square into his face, his nose busting open and Joker giving a squeal of a laugh before shaking his bruised knuckles off and leaning into the cart before giving a sinister look to Harley. He'd coo to her, his voice dropping a few octaves into what sounded like a dare. "You can ask one question.. and I'll answer it."

She would remain in her respectable distance, trying to make sense of it all, Eileen was not his daughter, or if she was his daughter, she might have been long gone by now. The nights were getting warmer now and Gotham's layer of filth was beginning to stink. The leather bomber jacket that had been zipped against her torso was coming off, exposing that corsetted midsection that insisted on pushing her breasts closer to god. She would open her mouth to speak, wondering what kind of torture they were going to inflict on Roman, because she wanted to see him suffer. That was until Joker cut her off, without knowing it probably. One question, biting down her lip, she'd reach over and touch the bruised knuckles, he was daring her. And she knew it, and the identify of Eileen did matter to her, but she didn't really want to know the truth, Eileen might have been his daughter, it might have been his first grade teacher, she didn't care. A finger stopping at his ring finger, remember those few moments he'd had his band on his finger. "One question?", she started, as she'd begin to push herself closer to him, and begin to start to formulate it. "You know, the entire reason I wanted to know who Eileen was, was because I wanted to know if I was more important to you. There where three hearts, he said. But which one is the queen. Joker, I don't think I cared who Eileen was, I just want to know....whose your Queen of Hearts. Her. HER. or me?"

A solid stare settled on her, and he'd give his ludicrious smile at her before answering her question with a warm appearance despite his usual frosty nature. "Me

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Tumblr like graphic, inspired by a Kill Bill graphic I saw... and the quote is from Kill Bill. Original. I know. But at least it's JxHQ. Still taking a break on them btw.

And I do not mind if this gets posted on tumblr used for RP accounts, whatever. However I do ask that you do not edit them or remove my tag. Thank you very much.