Busty Beauties, Bigger Guns (Joker + Harley)

[Ricca Anathera Maeve]

Ricca knew the value of leadership. You had to appear strong, especially in times of strife. There had been an attack on one of her few warehouses not a week ago and the murmur erupted into a cacophony throughout the relatively small organization. While Ricca acted like it hadn't happened and continued to throw her weight around as the queen bitch of the pharmaceutical enterprise, she was absolutely terrified. She had only left the club when she had to, and when she did she watched everywhere. Was that pile of garbage hiding that fiend? Was he lurking behind the next corner? She often found herself taking on several armed guards with the best hardware she could afford, and it wasn't often she splurged on assault rifles. If she had deeper pocketbooks, they would all be wielding rocket launchers.

Not that would have helped against a several-ton regenerating death machine. She only survived the encounter by giving the creature temporary brain damage and faking her way through being one of its old allies, or so she had been led to believe. But it would have recovered, and it would be coming for her. The overwhelming fear had ruined much of her best buzzes, and even her hedonistic nature was only a minute fix. The bliss would be replaced by her anxiety. She had barely gone anywhere in a week...

As much as it pained her to admit, she needed help. She could not keep living in terror like this; It was driving her completely batty.
Heh. Bat-ty.
Now, this wasn't the time for any Bat-related puns. If you needed help, why not go straight to the top of Gotham's criminal hierarchy? Someone with a perchance for chaos, something her chemists could provide. One known as The Ace of Knaves, The Mirthful Menace. Yes, the psychotic clown know as The Joker.
She might end up playing with fire, but the best often burned the brightest. Nor had she really got on well with the likes of Bane or the Penguin, other significant power players in the den of night.

A personal invitation was sent to The Joker, requesting his presence at the Periwinkle Palisade this very evening.

Ricca was waiting in her office, looking rather formal. She opted for subdued colours, red above and black below, though her red boots looked the best on her with sinfully short black miniskirts. Yes, I'll go with that. She was actually in the process of booting a cute boy out the door, while offering him kisses and promises of next time – a promise she didn't fully intend to keep. Cute boys on the dance floor were a dime a dozen in her palace; He had only been picked up to fuel a need. She closed the door on the confused young man, leaning against the metal. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and licked her ruby-red lips in passing memory. He had tasted delicious. What had his name been? Conner? Derek? Eric...? She may just have to sample until she found him again. She rarely forgot a flavour.

Her hands unconsciously dug into her belt pouches, fishing for one of her marvellous blue pills. She popped it into her mouth and swallowed, sighing as the gentle warmth overtook her body and mind, relaxing her for precious seconds. She needed to at least have the appearance of calm, cool and collected... Though she knew it wouldn't last. It would not surprise her if she all but begged The Joker for assistance. She was tired of being afraid.
Carefully, she pushed herself to standing and wandered to the centre of the room, flanked by plush leather couches and her desk before her. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, her eyes unfocused while she enjoyed the caress flowing through her frame.
I hate waiting.

[The Joker]

Periwinkle Palisade.

this was a first, that much was sure. Naturally, he had heard about this Drug Queen, most of the underworld had. But she had never really interested him before. She did her little chemical stunts and ran her cute little place as she wished, stayed out of his way and he would do the same. It would even have stayed that way if not for the fact that this Drug Queen had sent a personal invitation asking for him to meet. Well, if nothing else, this could get very, very interesting. Thus, here he were, smiling broadly as he entered the den of this Princess of Hallucinogens, Periwinkle Palisade. The Joker looked over his shoulder, smiling as Bud and Lou followed him inside the building, giggling as they went. The Pale Madman wasn't alone though, having brought Harley along with him as well. After all, better make a proper entrance with all that entailed than simply showing up.

"Hmm..I wonder what she wants? Isn't like her to send out personal invitations. Not to me anyway" A dark chuckle escaping him as he went into the main room, looking around. He studied the Large open dance floor and tables surrounding it. It was clearly a place to party it seemed, and it also seemed that the patrons were having a party, even though they did seem visibly scared by his appearance at the club. To the left was a long bar, stocked with plenty of booze. A small stage in the middle with two poles on it. The poles was placed off to the sides in order to avoid being the center of attention. As the Joker looked at the stage he said with a smirk as he looked at Harley. "I can see she got everything...perhaps you could show me a little dance later, pumpkin?" He then winked to her, Bud and Lou chuckling even though they understood nothing of the words, their timing seemed pretty good anyway.

Suddenly, both Bud and Lou went quiet as they looked at the young man walking down one of the two metal staircases that lead up to the second floor on either side of the stage. The staircases was little more than narrow spirals with a railing on the outside, rather modest compared to everything else in here, the Joker concluded. The young man was struggling with his shirt, having obviously been forced to leave rather quickly. as he reached the bottom of the staircase he froze, staring at the pair and their pets. Before he could do a thing, the Pale madman was by his side, holding him by the throat as Bud and Lou giggled excitedly on either side of them. "Hello there boy...I have a question for you, answer and I'll let you go..if not, I'll personally feed you to my dear pets..capiche?" The young man nodded, too scared to speak. The Joker chuckled as he nodded. "Good...now...where is she?" It was a simple question, and the boy understood quickly, pointing upwards. "I..in her office..please..please don't feed me to your dogs!.." The Joker's expression was almost disappointed as he simply threw the boy aside, Bud and Lou jumping at him before Joker whistled, making the two beasts stand to attention, looking at their daddy. As the young man screamed in panic over the near death, the Joker looked at Harley, gesturing for her and his pets to follow him upstairs.

A couple moments later three knocks was heard on the door to Ricca's office and a voice filled with twisted madness and darkness spoke. "HEEeeLLOooooOO..anyone drug queens around?" Physical madness had entered the palisade, and all rules was thrown to the wind, anything could happen, and only time would tell what would happen.

[Ricca Anathera Maeve]

Alright, time for your best game face, Ricca.

Turning on her heels, the leggy woman faced her newest arrivals with a small smile, her arms resting passively at her sides.
“I would be she. Welcome to my humble abode,” her arms lifted to gesture towards her surroundings, the bay windows overlooking the club. The patrons had recovered from the near scare, and the thumping resumed. The poor young man had fled well into the night.
This was her kingdom and the thrill-seeking, gyrating dancers were her people. Built from the splendor of her hostile takeover. Her rise to power was no secret, at least not to the Gotham Underworld. A woman known for her ruthlessness as much as she was known for her sweet-talking.

Yet, standing before the most prestigious of all, she was nearly terrified. Nearly.
“Joker and... Harley, I presume?” she half-asked. She had known of their presence once they had entered the building; Her security wasn't just for show after all. It always paid to do your homework though, and Ricca knew a sprinkling of the gossip surrounding the Clown Prince. A good little 'sleuth' is more than able to discern fact from fiction, and it wasn't hard to find out that Joker kept a little vixen at his side. Her own eyes wandered upon the blonde, flashing with a hint of desire and bucketloads of interest. Few knew why this elfin harlequin pledged herself to such a psychopath... But Ricca certainly didn't mind.
The Joker was his own deck of cards, though probably missing the aces up his sleeve. As always, his reputation preceded him and left smoking craters in its wake. This was not a man to trifle with, his temperament delicate as eggshells. His permanent grin was just as disconcerting. She had to avoid looking him in the eyes in subtle fear of delighting in his madness, may it amplify her own drug-induced haze. This was purely psychosomatic, of course, but the aura he exuded...

“Do make yourselves comfortable, dearies. You'll have to excuse my lack of hospitality for all in accompaniment. Had I known you were bringing pets, I would have set out some water bowls.”
Her smile widened for the briefest of moments, gesturing to the plush couches. Ricca stepped back to her desk and leaned against the wooden top, her shapely bottom resting quite comfortably. Her arms crossed under her breasts and she waited. Waited and beat down the nerves breeding butterflies in her stomach. She wished she didn't have to though; Butterflies were quite calming to watch.

[Mad Girl]

Getting to be the Joker's plus one was an endless source of adventure. Even if she hadn't been on the invite she was going to the party. The only invitation that mattered came directly from Mr. J after all. She was tickled pink that they would be visting Ricca's place together. She'd heard good things about the place, though she'd not yet sampled its decadence. True, it was a business trip but her Puddin had a special way of mixing business with pleasure.

Harley follows Joker into the club, the hyenas at their heels. She sports club appropriate ware with Harley flair tonight. Her legs are hugged by latex pants that are shiney and slick and sit  low on her hips in her favorite half black, half red combo. Diamond shapes adorn the curved place between her hips and rear, and a black studded belt keeps the pants sitting just so. Her mismatched boots creep to her knees and have chunky heels that give Harley four extra inches and just a smidge more wiggle to her walk. On top she sports a bustier top in lace with the same black/red coloration in opposite layout from her pants. A white ribbon laces up the front, its bow neatly laid between ample cleavage. On Harley's back is a miniature backpack in the same shiney material of her pants, its zippers adorned with various girly chuncky plastic charms that jingle as she walks. A lady must have her bag of tricks, after all. Her blonde hair is in pigtails, her eyes rimmed in black smokey shadow with fluttery lashes and a touch of glitter.

As Joker comments about the possibility of a dance the red cupid bow of her lips spreads into a grin. "Course Puddin." She beams cheerily "I'll bet this place knows how to party". The tone of her voice suggested that if it didn't she'd personally show them how.

She follows along taking the place in with her big blue eyes as Joker gets directions. Whoever said men didn't know how to do such a thing obviously had never met her Puddin. Ricca's warm welcome pleases her. She smiles ear to ear "Pleased ta meetcha." She winks and lets herself in, patting her thigh so that the hyenas follow. "And don't worry 'bout it. It'd just have ta walk them sooner anyhow. They can have their drinks later." She flops onto the sofa and pets Lou who comes up to her eagerly "woncha baby?" She makes a face at the hyena while tousling his ears. "You gunna be a good boy and not chew the nice lady's fancy furniture now aren't cha?" The beast gives a gruff sound and leans into Harley's scratches, clearly content.

"They're good. Honest." She assures Ricca. Of course, the hyenas were more likely to eat Ricca than her sofa but she didn't need to know that.

[The Joker]

"I see..so you're the one who actually requested a meeting with me.." Joker said as he looked at Ricca, studying her closely. If eyes really were the windows to the soul, Joker's soul was a place of darkness and madness, something most would agree to. As the two women exchanged pleasantries, the Joker looked around the large office, studying it in detail. He then looked back at Ricca as he sat down next to Harley, looking at Ricca once more. He knew the stories about her, and he knew how she had gotten to power. What amused him, what made him smile right now though, was the fact that to him, she did not seem like a ruthless Drug Queen, but a simple, if challengingly dressed, woman. The hints at something more was were there, and Joker saw them, and he didn't mind what he saw at all. He also noticed she was high as a kite, which was always interesting news.

Around the Joker a duo of chuckles were heard as two other Jokers walked around the couch. No one else in the room seemed to notice the two others as the walked around, but that in itself wasn't new."Let's just replace Harley with this one, I mean, LOOK AT HER!" One of them yelled as he gestured to Ricca, the other one simply shook his head as he sat on the edge of the couch. "Just kill her already and let's get out of here.." The first Joker who now stood before Ricca, staring into her eyes then glared back at the second Joker, "What's it with you and murder? Can't you be at least a LITTLE more creative than that?" The first Joker, dressed in red smirked at the Joker dressed in green. "Murder and random violence leads to chaos, chaos is the only response to the joke you buffoon.. The green Joker didn't reply, but simply flung a knife at the red Joker, a knife that was dodged easily. "Don't you lecture me on the joke! I know all about it already! I'm just saying, we could use a new Harley, or a second one! The Joker himself just shook his head a little, not caring too much about the two joker's argument.

"I..I think we should listen to what she have to say..it could be important.." a new voice added as a more or less normal sounding man said. Joker had seen him before and didn't need to turn to know he was standing in the darkest corner he could find, shadows obscuring his features. Of course, neither of the two ladies would react to him either, seeing as he wasn't there to them, much like the two colored Joker's. Green and red turned to look at him, asking simultaneously, Why should we listen, after all, what could she offer us?" The nervous man remained quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "We..we won't know before we hear her out, wh..who knows? Perhaps w..we get to k..kill someone..o..or maybe..maybe she want to jo..join us?" The green and red Joker looked at each other, nodding as they slowly vanished in thin air. Alright, let's hear her out.

The Joker then blinked once as his attention returned to Ricca, a smirk creeping across his face, turning into a full out grin as he spoke. "So, tell me..why exactly, is it that you have invited us here?"