Joke's on the Snitch (Harley)

[The Joker]

Dripping, something was dripping. It was a sound one couldn’t really ignore; it just went on and on and on. Drip..Drip..Drip..Drip..Drip, constantly and without pause. With a groan the man known as Ken Collins opened his eyes, his whole body sore. As he looked at the blood on the floor dripping from his lips he remembered. Of course he was sore as hell. One didn’t get beat up by six guys without being at least god dam sore. He had been caught, he realized, Joker had found out he had snitched, told about the hits on the orphanages. Fuck. Ken knew he was screwed, he had been caught and beat up, but why was he here? Why not just kill him? Suddenly a cackle echoed through the empty hall he was sitting in, tied to a chair. The sound send shivers down the beat up man’s spine, it was a laugh he recognized after all. He knew all to well to whom it belonged. And as if on cue, the Joker stepped towards Ken Collins.

“Aw..Kenny my boy, I am actually disappointed in you..I mean, I thought I could COUNT on you! And here you go, snitching on me… what a world what a world…” The Joker walked closer to the tied up man, despite his nonchalant movement, Ken found it to be the most menacing movement in the entire world right now. “Good help is SO hard to find these days…don’t you agree, Mr Collins?” The Joker asked as he looked at the bound man, grinning wickedly. “But, don’t worry, you aren’t going to die yet…I need to know who it is you’ve been reporting to, so tell me Kenny…WHO IS IT YOU WORK FOR?!” The Joker yelled, hitting the bound man in the ribs with his cane, sending Ken toppling over, crashing to the ground.

Ken groaned, coughing up a little blood as the Joker stood, looking down at him, cane twirling. “Kenny, my boy…for your own sake I hope you can give me a dammed good explanation…heck…perhaps I’ll even let you live..” The Joker continued, looking at Ken with a amused expression. “Cough, cough…I..I don’t work for anyone, Joker Sir…I…I only work for you” Ken tried to explain, receiving another blow with the cane for his efforts. “Kenny… that isn’t true…so who is it? Gordon? Penguin? Two-Face? Black Mask? One of those stupid heroes?...” The Joker’s eyes bore into the bound mans, demanding an answer that he couldn’t give. It was clear Joker wasn’t pleased, but then again, there wasn’t much to do, there was only one lady who could calm the Joker down when he was like this, if he had any luck left, she’d be around Ken Collins thought.

[Mad Girl]

Harley made her way down the hallway at a leisurely pace, her heels tapping lightly against the floor like her own personal drum roll. Bud and Lou are close behind her, cackling happily. Interrogations could take so very long after all, which was exactly what she was hoping for. Even so, it was a precarious art- balancing just enough pain without causing the victim to pass out. An overzealous interrogator would earn no information. Her Puddin was angry about this one and would be exactly that without a little moral support. And lucky for everyone involved (except perhaps Ken) Harley was happy to oblige. There was no guarantee he would leave alive, in fact it was very much doubtful, however for the time being Harley had an interest in keeping him talking.

She saunters into the room, the Joker’s favorite cocktail in hand. She’s wearing a dress that looks much like her classic Harley outfit- it is shiny latex split between black and red with three quarter sleeves. The hemline sits short against her long, lean legs, and the neckline plunges playfully. Her golden hair is left to hang down past her shoulders, and her baby blues are rimmed in black. With her free hand she trails a finger along the Joker’s shoulder, up his neck, along his jaw, and then to his chin. It’s a soft caress to call his attention, nothing more, but it will be abundantly clear to him the moment his eyes land on her’s that she is not here as a distraction but rather as an ally. She offers the drink to him. “It’s going to be a long night Puddin. Don’t you worry. We’ll get the answers soon enough.” She winks at him and smiles a cherry flavored grin.

She turns and looks to Ken, crossing her arms and leaning to one side so that one hip pops out. She shakes her head at him. “The nerve’a some people, huh? One minute they’re nice and friendly, doing what they say they’re doing and the next they’re a liar.” She leans in close to Ken so that her lips are just brush against his ears. “For your sake you’d better not lie tonight unless you want Mistah J to mail your eyeballs to your next of kin”. One of the hyenas barks at her and she kneels down to pet it and makes faces at it, her voice coming out in a tone of baby talk “Who wants to eat some fingers and toes? You do, doncha baby?”

[The Joker]

As he heard the sound of high heels clacking against the floor, Ken’s attention wavered from the Joker for just a moment as he noticed Harley slowly walking closer. The Joker, his smile gone from his face, sent another strike with his cane to the bound man’s back, making him groan in pain. Ken didn’t know what he wanted more, to die or to live to see if he could get out of this alive. After all, there was always a chance he’d survive. Well, hopefully there was a chance, the two of them WERE insane, murderous psychopaths, but one would have to hope, otherwise he’d be dead for sure.

The Joke paused as he heard to shoes too, his smile returning as he felt her finger travel along his shoulder, up his neck, along his jaw, and finally coming to rest on his chin. As he looks at her his smile widens into a grin, his free hand taking the drink from her. Before putting the drink to his lips he speaks in a calmer voice, his breathing still a little faster than before. “Thank you, pupkin..” he then took a sip from the drink, leaning on his cane as he looked down at Ken, the bound, beaten man’s eyes widening in fear at Harley’s talk with her pet hyenas about eating his fingers and toes. After all, he knew she would make good of the threat without a moment’s hesitation. It was actually at this very moment it finally dawned on Ken, who thought himself a nasty and slightly deranged man that he was actually way saner than anyone else in the room, and way too sane to really work with the Joker.

The pale clown prince of crime emptied his drink, putting the empty glass down on a crate as he looked at Ken, his eyes never having diverted from his captive. “Ken..I’ll ask you once more..and you better be honest with me this time..” he then paused, his cane twirling slowly in his hands on his back. “Who…is it…you…work for? Oh, and take your time before answering, I want you to think long and hard about it before you decide on your answer..” He then looked at Harley as he grinned, asking her. “So, does pudding get a kiss?” the question asked almost playfully. It was clear Harley actually had calmed the madman down, which in Ken’s case, was even worse, because now the Joker was levelheaded again, and much more creative in his punishments and ways of interrogation.

[Mad Girl]

Harley watched the blow against Ken without the slightest flinch. He’d be in for far worse before the night was over, of that she was most certain. Bud and Lou circle out around the room and lay down, watching eagerly for any signs of a summons. Harley, on the other hand, had been called personally. And she was in no way going to refuse. Harley moves over to the Joker, draping one arm around him and she draws him into a proper kiss… not simply a polite peck… but something that hints at just how excited Harley is for the evening. She was always happy to oblige Joker with affection, but this was something a little different. A little hungrier. It’s been a while since they’d had a night like this, after all.

Her big blue eyes look up to Mr. J, her eyelashes batting in that oh so innocent way that only Harley Quinn can do. “So now that you got him all warmed up what else are we going to do with with him Puddin?” She bite her cherry flavored lip a bit, excited, her fingers still on the lapel of the Joker’s oh so stylish purple jacket.