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He ignored the first stray trickles of rain that caught him in the absences of the umbrella. Single drop rolling down that skull and collecting enough moisture at the tip of his nose to drop down. He'd attempt to trace some sort of pattern in his sight as those tops of buildings became ever present from his vantage point. Chattering his teeth absently, not from the cold but out of some odd twitch or mental defect, he'd squint abit and finally look to Harley before moving to the edge and swinging his own leg up and taking a seat at the edge of the building. Now on the edge of a long fall, he'd look down at it, cars passing by and whizzing as they kept busy with their boring lives. How unamounting he thought all of them were, a single stray wipe at his nose as he gave a slight shudder and snort of his body. He had been acting like he hadn't been coming down with some sort of cold, Joker didn't get sick. The mere thought of some mad man, whom had Gotham by the throat at one point, coming down with the common cold, would trigger those electrodes of a laugh. But he didn't let it infect him with that giggle he wanted to give. Instead he'd peer over his shoulder a his clown queen and dare to pat the rough edge of the building, almost daring her to follow him to that very edge. His poor posture prevalent as he remained hunched over wearing a scowl as thick as the gargoyles prevelent about the other landmarks that lit up Gotham's sky line. He would shift abit realizing the seat was wet, so in doing so he took his jacket off and laid it across next to him, so as to avoid a damp rear end for her. Truth be told his jacket's wear and tear was noticable despite the lack of attention he paid to it's up keep. It was unknowingly probably the sweetest and romantic thing Harley would ever get out of him sadly.

Her breath was caught in her throat when she watched him climb over the edge. She hated it when he did that, she hated that death never seemed to phase him. His death that is. She let out a little whimper when he moved forward, but it wasn't heard. She force herself to move forward, she hated heights, but she was getting used to the idea of a free fall ending her life. She'd noticed, worried about his health she was more then willing to shield him from the cold wet rain, even if she wanted to just go back to the hide out and stay there. The voicing reminding her of what Batman could do. Sauve and dashing, she saw the jacket come off and offer her a dry and softer place to sit, she smiled at him and Harley forgot why she was separated from his side. She forgot that she scared of heights, forgot that she hated how he would willing throw his life away or risk it. Those unknowingly sweet and romantic gestures, meaning the world to Harley, but probably nothing to him. She was careful to balance the umbrella and herself, straddling the edge like he had. But a little more gingerly, since she was in high heels, her hand on his shoulder to keep herself steady as she started to sit. The velvet purple keeping her bottom dry, closing the gap between the two of them. They seemed to be mocking some kind of traditional image. A couple together at the beach, watching the sunset with a color umbrella between them and offering them shade. This time it was a couple of Mad Lovers, dressed in all sorts of weird clothes, staring into the skyline, a black umbrella keeping them dry. Or trying too. Now a feather white chin resting on his shoulder, big blue eyes staring up him, asking a question that was begging to be asked, "Puddin', whatta we doin' up here?"

He wouldn't answer her at first. Seeming to have offered that coat and then lost himself in those thoughts of his. He was staring directly at that entire landscape, waiting for something to happen. A trickle in the back of his brain prodded him, and he realized that he had been asked something. Straining lightly, he'd squint out and slowly bring his head in a better direction to see her. He had become so accustomed to the close proximity of Harley, when months ago he'd flinch at the slightest touch of her. She was like his second layer of skin, though he'd never admit to that. "Ah..", a noise that sounded more like he was trying to show he had heard her, while brain buzzed with an answer. "Well.. Harley." And as he said that, he'd move to slowly reach into the front pocket of his vest, producing that circular watch again. Clasp unlatched, but before he could respond properly, there would be a rupture in the distances. And suddenly spickets of fire roared to life from a building in the distances. Red and blue flames lapping and roaring to life before mushrooming despite the atmosphere that seemed made for fighting the fire. But it didn't stop there, as again another was shattered with a explosion, bomb after bomb tearing apart the serene setting that had been a part of Gotham's high society for some time now. He'd begin to laugh at first, watching those bombs go off, and knowing that HE knew immediately as well. Those pyros lighting up into the sky as they came to life in that pattern he had laid out. Single finger pointing out into the wave of chaos that he had set in motion with just a little nudge of a package in each of those areas. His words crisp and dreary as he whispered to her. "I brought you up here to see it. I wanted to remind you of what brought about all this. And I wanted your understanding on something. I'm going to burn down this city like I said. But listen to me closely. You're going to stop me. You're going to think I'm going to far. But secrets between us, you know I can never go to far. But you're going to get a hold of Batman. You're going to say where I am, and how to stop me. Buuuut.. you're going to tell him.. you have to go with him or else you won't tell. And then you know what we're going to do?" Pulling away from Harley abit, so that her chin was propped up in one of those gloved hands, his face just inches away as he cooed his plan to her.

When he didn't answer, she didn't prod him for another answer, no she just pushed herself closer to him. She knew he'd heard her, and she also knew not to poke at the savage beast unless it was needed. Still black fingernails pushed at the green matted former curls, she knew she'd have to hose him down again. She'd been trying to figure out ways for him to allow her to tend to his basic needs, like brushing his hair. She caught the bright sparkles of fire from the distance and turned her head to look that his so called fireworks. She wondered how much closer his bombs where going to get, and if she needed to start thinking about forcing him to run away from his carnage. She tending to him as he started to speak, that's when her tenderness stopped, that's when she went back to listening, like a good hench wench. She eyed the watch, it was clockwork and she knew that. The whispers had done in her Hench Wench behavior and she began to slip into the girlfriend mode, his squeeze. He brought her up here, she smile those black lips pulled into an ecstatic grin. A grin that was fading the more he spoke, he had made plans. She shook her head unknowingly showing that she disagreed with him, showing that she never thought he could go too far. Grin once again returning as she was told of their understanding. She grinned but she wasn't breathing, her breath once again caught in her throat when Batman was brought into this, she didn't want to ever speak to him again. She didn't ever want to be near him, but she tried to hide that fact from Joker. He couldn't know, it would upset her Puddin' if he knew and she couldn't have that. No she couldn't. She wanted to tell him no, and she even started to, "Puddin...!" She whined, but she stopped herself, she saw his eyes, saw him, she couldn't ruin this, couldn't deny him his plans. "Whatta...I tell the Bat? How to stop you?" She had her doubts, she didn't know if she could lie to him.

That man had expected her reactions. He wasn't blind to how she reacted when he began to talk of his foe, his nemesis, his reason for being. And he'd almost laugh at her when she actually didn't know what to do. Despite Harley's desire to be his moral equal, she knew not the intricate details of how to craft anarchy. His private thoughts led to the weaving he was doing, his unplanned planning. She would find her continued pestering silenced with a single finger across her lips, stopping that panic with a face that did little to mask his mild disappointment. "No. No...", hands moving to sink about her face and hold it steady, denying any sort of escape or possible looking away. He wanted her focused on what he was saying to her, that voice still soft spoken but showing the makings of giddy agitation. "Harley.. you're going to be my little trap. See. Bats can't deny you. He wants to trust you, he wants to see good in you. And his hope is going to be his undoing. You're going to tell him I plan on blowing up the entire city in one push of a button. Millions burnt to cinders, and it horrifies you. So you're going to bring him to me. And right into.. a trap. And then we'll have Batman, and we can take him to that fat bloated bird, and pluck his wings off right infront of the ugly kodger. Do you understand now? I need you Harley. I need you to make me happy. You want to make me happy don't you? Yes? Mmm. Let's kill him.. together." He'd begin pulling her into him, her head being mushed into that fine printed shirt and vest combo. Hand moving through the blonde mane as he sought to comfort her undeniable fear, this was going to work. But only if she made it work, only if she brought the same conviction to this scenario as him.

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He ignored the first stray trickles of rain that caught him in the absences of the umbrella. Single drop rolling down that skull and collecting enough moisture at the tip of his nose to drop down. He'd attempt to trace some sort of pattern in his sight as those tops of buildings became ever present from his vantage point. Chattering his teeth absently, not from the cold but out of some odd twitch or mental defect, he'd squint abit and finally look to Harley before moving to the edge and swinging his own leg up and taking a seat at the edge of the building. Now on the edge of a long fall, he'd look down at it, cars passing by and whizzing as they kept busy with their boring lives. How unamounting he thought all of them were, a single stray wipe at his nose as he gave a slight shudder and snort of his body. He had been acting like he hadn't been coming down with some sort of cold, Joker didn't get sick. The mere thought of some mad man, whom had Gotham by the throat at one point, coming down with the common cold, would trigger those electrodes of a laugh. But he didn't let it infect him with that giggle he wanted to give. Instead he'd peer over his shoulder a his clown queen and dare to pat the rough edge of the building, almost daring her to follow him to that very edge. His poor posture prevalent as he remained hunched over wearing a scowl as thick as the gargoyles prevelent about the other landmarks that lit up Gotham's sky line. He would shift abit realizing the seat was wet, so in doing so he took his jacket off and laid it across next to him, so as to avoid a damp rear end for her. Truth be told his jacket's wear and tear was noticable despite the lack of attention he paid to it's up keep. It was unknowingly probably the sweetest and romantic thing Harley would ever get out of him sadly.

Her breath was caught in her throat when she watched him climb over the edge. She hated it when he did that, she hated that death never seemed to phase him. His death that is. She let out a little whimper when he moved forward, but it wasn't heard. She force herself to move forward, she hated heights, but she was getting used to the idea of a free fall ending her life. She'd noticed, worried about his health she was more then willing to shield him from the cold wet rain, even if she wanted to just go back to the hide out and stay there. The voicing reminding her of what Batman could do. Sauve and dashing, she saw the jacket come off and offer her a dry and softer place to sit, she smiled at him and Harley forgot why she was separated from his side. She forgot that she scared of heights, forgot that she hated how he would willing throw his life away or risk it. Those unknowingly sweet and romantic gestures, meaning the world to Harley, but probably nothing to him. She was careful to balance the umbrella and herself, straddling the edge like he had. But a little more gingerly, since she was in high heels, her hand on his shoulder to keep herself steady as she started to sit. The velvet purple keeping her bottom dry, closing the gap between the two of them. They seemed to be mocking some kind of traditional image. A couple together at the beach, watching the sunset with a color umbrella between them and offering them shade. This time it was a couple of Mad Lovers, dressed in all sorts of weird clothes, staring into the skyline, a black umbrella keeping them dry. Or trying too. Now a feather white chin resting on his shoulder, big blue eyes staring up him, asking a question that was begging to be asked, "Puddin', whatta we doin' up here?"

He wouldn't answer her at first. Seeming to have offered that coat and then lost himself in those thoughts of his. He was staring directly at that entire landscape, waiting for something to happen. A trickle in the back of his brain prodded him, and he realized that he had been asked something. Straining lightly, he'd squint out and slowly bring his head in a better direction to see her. He had become so accustomed to the close proximity of Harley, when months ago he'd flinch at the slightest touch of her. She was like his second layer of skin, though he'd never admit to that. "Ah..", a noise that sounded more like he was trying to show he had heard her, while brain buzzed with an answer. "Well.. Harley." And as he said that, he'd move to slowly reach into the front pocket of his vest, producing that circular watch again. Clasp unlatched, but before he could respond properly, there would be a rupture in the distances. And suddenly spickets of fire roared to life from a building in the distances. Red and blue flames lapping and roaring to life before mushrooming despite the atmosphere that seemed made for fighting the fire. But it didn't stop there, as again another was shattered with a explosion, bomb after bomb tearing apart the serene setting that had been a part of Gotham's high society for some time now. He'd begin to laugh at first, watching those bombs go off, and knowing that HE knew immediately as well. Those pyros lighting up into the sky as they came to life in that pattern he had laid out. Single finger pointing out into the wave of chaos that he had set in motion with just a little nudge of a package in each of those areas. His words crisp and dreary as he whispered to her. "I brought you up here to see it. I wanted to remind you of what brought about all this. And I wanted your understanding on something. I'm going to burn down this city like I said. But listen to me closely. You're going to stop me. You're going to think I'm going to far. But secrets between us, you know I can never go to far. But you're going to get a hold of Batman. You're going to say where I am, and how to stop me. Buuuut.. you're going to tell him.. you have to go with him or else you won't tell. And then you know what we're going to do?" Pulling away from Harley abit, so that her chin was propped up in one of those gloved hands, his face just inches away as he cooed his plan to her.

When he didn't answer, she didn't prod him for another answer, no she just pushed herself closer to him. She knew he'd heard her, and she also knew not to poke at the savage beast unless it was needed. Still black fingernails pushed at the green matted former curls, she knew she'd have to hose him down again. She'd been trying to figure out ways for him to allow her to tend to his basic needs, like brushing his hair. She caught the bright sparkles of fire from the distance and turned her head to look that his so called fireworks. She wondered how much closer his bombs where going to get, and if she needed to start thinking about forcing him to run away from his carnage. She tending to him as he started to speak, that's when her tenderness stopped, that's when she went back to listening, like a good hench wench. She eyed the watch, it was clockwork and she knew that. The whispers had done in her Hench Wench behavior and she began to slip into the girlfriend mode, his squeeze. He brought her up here, she smile those black lips pulled into an ecstatic grin. A grin that was fading the more he spoke, he had made plans. She shook her head unknowingly showing that she disagreed with him, showing that she never thought he could go too far. Grin once again returning as she was told of their understanding. She grinned but she wasn't breathing, her breath once again caught in her throat when Batman was brought into this, she didn't want to ever speak to him again. She didn't ever want to be near him, but she tried to hide that fact from Joker. He couldn't know, it would upset her Puddin' if he knew and she couldn't have that. No she couldn't. She wanted to tell him no, and she even started to, "Puddin...!" She whined, but she stopped herself, she saw his eyes, saw him, she couldn't ruin this, couldn't deny him his plans. "Whatta...I tell the Bat? How to stop you?" She had her doubts, she didn't know if she could lie to him.

That man had expected her reactions. He wasn't blind to how she reacted when he began to talk of his foe, his nemesis, his reason for being. And he'd almost laugh at her when she actually didn't know what to do. Despite Harley's desire to be his moral equal, she knew not the intricate details of how to craft anarchy. His private thoughts led to the weaving he was doing, his unplanned planning. She would find her continued pestering silenced with a single finger across her lips, stopping that panic with a face that did little to mask his mild disappointment. "No. No...", hands moving to sink about her face and hold it steady, denying any sort of escape or possible looking away. He wanted her focused on what he was saying to her, that voice still soft spoken but showing the makings of giddy agitation. "Harley.. you're going to be my little trap. See. Bats can't deny you. He wants to trust you, he wants to see good in you. And his hope is going to be his undoing. You're going to tell him I plan on blowing up the entire city in one push of a button. Millions burnt to cinders, and it horrifies you. So you're going to bring him to me. And right into.. a trap. And then we'll have Batman, and we can take him to that fat bloated bird, and pluck his wings off right infront of the ugly kodger. Do you understand now? I need you Harley. I need you to make me happy. You want to make me happy don't you? Yes? Mmm. Let's kill him.. together." He'd begin pulling her into him, her head being mushed into that fine printed shirt and vest combo. Hand moving through the blonde mane as he sought to comfort her undeniable fear, this was going to work. But only if she made it work, only if she brought the same conviction to this scenario as him.