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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 16, 2012 15:51:18 GMT -5
Harley winks at the Riddler playfully as he opens the door for her- small thank you. As it happened Harley preferred her gentlemen in costume anyway. As they make their way down the street she strolls along side him at an easy pace. The charms on the zipper of her tiny backpack jingle as she does so, and her shoes tap lightly on the pavement. Even without her iconic costume Harley wasn’t hard to point out in a crowd. Least of all when she had blood splattered on the white of her tank top. She didn’t seem to mind it though, and if people were looking, she was ignoring it.
“Dinner huh? How about dessert?” she smiles a little wider. Harley did have a sweet tooth, but she also liked to do things a bit backwards. Dessert fit the bill on both accounts. “There’s a new ice cream place just opened up a few days ago. I passed it while walking the babies and was gunna stop in but they were rather insistent on their ‘no pets’ policy.” It was unclear by the recount as to if Harley got ice cream on that first visit or not. But the glimmer of mischief in her eyes was unmistakable.
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Post by The Riddler on Oct 23, 2012 9:42:09 GMT -5
He smiled warmly and nodded lightly before answering. “I think ice cream sounds like a great idea” he offered an escorting arm, just for the fun of things, and well… He found it amusing to be a little bit of a gentleman. “Since you know the way I will let you lead the way” he said in a gentle tone, smiling wickedly of himself.
He could probably fool someone into thinking that he was a nice person if he tried, but there just hadn’t been a reason for it. Perhaps it had to be a future goal of his. It was a bit hard to think of pretending to be so common like everyone else when obviously he was much better. Just look at him: Handsome, intelligent, superior, perfect and most truly fantastic! It was impressive how people seemed to forget from time to time.
He had to carve his name into the world so both the past, the present, and the future would remember him and all his elegance. This common cattle’s had to have it standing in giant shinning letters before they remembered anything. Poor things.
“I will say I find it impressive how people forget the rulers of Gotham’s name to quickly”
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