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She was surprised at how gently he smeared the white greasepaint onto her cheek. It may just have been seeing him kill the thug, but Harley had never suspected The Joker to be a man of soft gestures or movements. Not when the man thrived in chaos.

“I feel I should apologize for my deceased…Comrade’s words. No doubt he put you in a state of unease.”

Shaken from her thoughts, she realized he meant what the thug had said about her being of no use unless she was a hostage or simply there as one of The Joker’s sick playthings. “Oh…Oh no. He didn’t bother me-”

You came of your own free will. You are not a hostage.” He spoke as if he were trying to make her understand, something she didn’t see as necessary. But then, her sole focus currently was the gentle feeling on her face as he smeared the paint all across her face. “And they understand the consequences that they will…Face if they lay even a hand on you.”

“That’s not nessa-”

“It is. These men will paw all over you, given free reign. You will be useless to me if you are afraid.” His voice was a bit harsher this time, as if to say that she had no say in the matter.
He scooped some black onto his fingers and circled around her eyes, as if he were making a raccoon-like mask. She sat still, stiller than she had ever been. Part of her worried that if one wrong move made him mess up this meticulous process, she would go the same way the thug had.

Finally, he snatched up a silvery tube of lipstick and painted her lips with care before he stepped back to look at his finished work.

“Take a look.” He ordered and lifted a sliver of glass for her to peer into. Her reflection made her smile.

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She was surprised at how gently he smeared the white greasepaint onto her cheek. It may just have been seeing him kill the thug, but Harley had never suspected The Joker to be a man of soft gestures or movements. Not when the man thrived in chaos.

“I feel I should apologize for my deceased…Comrade’s words. No doubt he put you in a state of unease.”

Shaken from her thoughts, she realized he meant what the thug had said about her being of no use unless she was a hostage or simply there as one of The Joker’s sick playthings. “Oh…Oh no. He didn’t bother me-”

You came of your own free will. You are not a hostage.” He spoke as if he were trying to make her understand, something she didn’t see as necessary. But then, her sole focus currently was the gentle feeling on her face as he smeared the paint all across her face. “And they understand the consequences that they will…Face if they lay even a hand on you.”

“That’s not nessa-”

“It is. These men will paw all over you, given free reign. You will be useless to me if you are afraid.” His voice was a bit harsher this time, as if to say that she had no say in the matter.
He scooped some black onto his fingers and circled around her eyes, as if he were making a raccoon-like mask. She sat still, stiller than she had ever been. Part of her worried that if one wrong move made him mess up this meticulous process, she would go the same way the thug had.

Finally, he snatched up a silvery tube of lipstick and painted her lips with care before he stepped back to look at his finished work.

“Take a look.” He ordered and lifted a sliver of glass for her to peer into. Her reflection made her smile.