Bitter memories [ Joker, Invite ]

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The fun-house which had earlier been Harley's location for her little self welcome home party, was now set up as a walk-in death trap. Behind some of the mirrors were loaded automatic guns ready to trigger when Harley pressed a remote button she kept with her. There was red spray paint everywhere, on the floor, walls and even on the mirrors themselves, all reading " ha ha ha" . The atmosphere in the fun house was sinister, like something very terrible was going to happen.

Harley hummed to herself as she finished the final touches, sharpening her special pressed steel blade she was saving for this ' special' occasion. Her eyes were full of hatred despite her cheerful attitude, she had nothing else on her mind but this, this final moment when she'd finally end the one man who had been a sore in her side since the begins... she was gonna kill the Joker.

Once her knife was sharp enough, she placed it into its leather shaft attached to her belt. Her hips swayed as she went from the far side of the fun house to the other, standing in the main doorway entrance. She was waiting, waiting for the Joker to show up, she had sent one of her minions to deliver her invite to him. She smirked as she knew he was insane enough to probably show up, she was certain he'd show up. What mad man would resist the chance to have fun with some of Gotham's annoying Police department?

...Speaking of which.....

Harley remembered her bait she had set up, four well known police officers were gaged and strung up in the middle of the fun house over a large metal pool of acid. A little cliche, but hey... they were just appetizers in this feast.... Harley turned her head for a moment to glance at them, seeing them kicking and hearing their muffled screams as the rope ever so slowly lowered into the acid.... Hopefully they'd be alive once Joker showed up or else Harley would have to change her plans just slightly.

" Babies... Come to mama.." She whistled and held out her hands. From outside the fun-house came her two large spotted hyenas, Bud and Lou. The two were her loyal pets and perhaps the only good thing to come out of her relationship with the Clown Prince of Crime. She knelled down and patted the two cackling beasts on the head and spoke softly to them," We're gonna surprise ' Daddy ' won't we boys? Yes.. and then things will be much happier..."

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He burst into the fun house, his arms swinging up into the air like an actor about to bow. “HONEY! I’M HOME!” he shouted into the fun house followed by his maniac laughter. He had received the invite while he had been lounging on his old couch in an abandon warehouse in East Gotham. He had been channel surfing through the usual Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, Disney Channel banter. Disney Channel had gone downhill since the nineties. What is the deal with Phineas and Ferb? The guy has eyes on his nose! It’s freakin’ insane! That’s sayin’ something when that comes from the Joker. He had stretched out like a cat and was about to take a nap when one of his mumbling buffoons ran in stuttering mumbo jumbo about a letter he got.

“Speak English, kid,” he snapped as he yanked the letter and mumbled under his breath, “We’re not Mexico yet.” He read the invite with dull enthusiasm until he read the address. His jaw locked, his hand turned the paper into a wad. Everyone in Gotham knew Amusement Mile was his turf. HIS TURF! Not some wannabe house wife with a Zantac problem. If she was gonna make home in HIS home, she needed to at least be doin’ her job. The pile of socks and underwear and the dirty kitchen was evident that she certainly was NOT doing her chores. He threw the wad if paper into the trash before slinking off the couch. “It looks like I got a hot date, bozo,” he grinned and laughed.

He didn’t see Harls at first, but he recognized that dogs hideous laughter hiding somewhere in the Fun House. He wondered where those muts had run off too. His fingers ran across one of the mirror, smearing the tacky spray paint job. “Hmph,” he thought as he studied it. He knew this invite wasn’t thrown his way out of the goodness of her black heart. She had a big party bash in store for him, but if she was going to throw a party, she could have tried to do better this this second class decorations. Where the clown to entertain the kids? The balloon animals? The bloodied hostages screaming in pain? She could have at least tried.

He rounded the corner and saw the cops squealing like pigs ready for slaughter. He laughed. There are the hostages!

“Harls, I can see you did some…ah.. decorating around the place.”

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Once her guest of honor had arrived she grinned devilishly and stood up, the hyenas cackled and slipped off into the shadows. She placed her hands on her wide hips and shifted to one side, Half ignoring what was blabbing outta his mouth. Her voice was not as cheerful or high pitched as she was known for, but more menacing and normal," Well there Puddin... Glad you could come to this lil party of mine."

She took a few steps toward him, her heavy leather boots clunking with each step. Her guns at her sides swaying with her hips, The knife hidden out of view and the remote for the traps tucked away in her belt of bullets. Harley was indeed less eye candy now and more threatening, perhaps it was her change in attitude.. or the chemicals she had been thrown in by Joker.

"I hope you wanna have some fun, I got this set up just for you...."

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Harls FINALLY came out to welcome him. She obviously looked like she still had a stick up her ass about the slip and tumble she took into the bath. It had been sometime since he had last seen her, and if he looked like her, he would have a stick up his ass too. God, how could she even look in the mirror with how disgustingly pale she looked?! Guess it fits with the time. He always knew Harls had a secret crush on that stupid sparkling vampire! He thought she’d go to such extremes! He started laugh at his own thoughts, not even caring to notice how threatening she was attempting to be.

While he certainly missed her blond hair, his eyes fell back upon her. Still, even with the changes, Harl’s had a body. A body that always looked great in tight leather. “You’ve been workin’ out? Looks like ya lost some weight,” he said, his head tilting to the side, his eyes very obviously running up and down her form.

He took long strides towards her as if matching each one of her steps with a large full grin on his face. Unlike her though, he stepped forward until she was barely a breath away. Looking down at her, he could see some devious playful plan going through her eyes. His hand reached up, and he grasped her chin, tilting her eyes to lock with his. “Funs my middle name….well if I had a middle name,” he laughed until his peripherals caught sight of the hostages again, “But come on, Toots, I thought ya were better than this. Cop hostages are out of date. Gotta have more pizahs.” His lips turned into a straight line as if he were disappointed. His fingers tightened their grip on Harley’s chin, almost to the point where it would bruise. “Where have you been?” he asked, his voice serious, cold, and his eyes deadly focus on hers to the point it look like they might drive daggers into her very head.

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"Been keepin myself busy while healing up after that lil dip in the bath you gave me.." her voice was bitter as she jerked her head free from his grasp, she hardly felt the pain of his grip, the chemicals ahd given her a more higher stanima to pain. She rubbed her cheek as he looked at him, her ehart jerking her around on the inside, yes she hated him, yes she wanted him dead... but they had such memorable time together to.