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She heard his voice, a distorted murmur behind her petite figure, an eyebrow kinking at the familiar musky tone.
"Haaa-r-leey."
He would chime into her ear. Or at least, she thought he was. The thought suddenly dawning on her, the blonde twirled on the spot with a gasp, his superior stare fixated on her beautiful features. It didn't make sense, he couldn't be here. Not now, not ever. This was her personal space, her personal time away from that damn asylum where she'd spend her waking hours with this clown, session after session.

Oh, did I mention she adored those damn sessions? Enjoyed his company. Enjoyed his stories. The truth of those stories caught somewhere along the line, twisted so incredibly that the real truth remained hidden beneath everything just as his scars were beneath the war-paint.

How did he get here? Her home, her own home. Most of all, how was he out of Arkham? No, WHY was he out of Arkham? All of these thoughts cascaded through her above-average intelligence in less than three seconds. Dazzling azure orbs widening on the Ace of Knaves' figure, his beautiful figure; Full lips parting in preparation to speak, but could only utter two tiny words..

"..Mista' Jay?"

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So I finally got Photoshop. It took me a while to fiddle with the effects, and this is my first completed work.

Please let me know what you think, I'm totally new to this.

Sarah. ~x

Harleen Quinzel and the Joker.

Characters (c) DC.
Manip. (c) Me.

Harley Quinn = Brittany Murphy = <3

Description
She heard his voice, a distorted murmur behind her petite figure, an eyebrow kinking at the familiar musky tone.
"Haaa-r-leey."
He would chime into her ear. Or at least, she thought he was. The thought suddenly dawning on her, the blonde twirled on the spot with a gasp, his superior stare fixated on her beautiful features. It didn't make sense, he couldn't be here. Not now, not ever. This was her personal space, her personal time away from that damn asylum where she'd spend her waking hours with this clown, session after session.

Oh, did I mention she adored those damn sessions? Enjoyed his company. Enjoyed his stories. The truth of those stories caught somewhere along the line, twisted so incredibly that the real truth remained hidden beneath everything just as his scars were beneath the war-paint.

How did he get here? Her home, her own home. Most of all, how was he out of Arkham? No, WHY was he out of Arkham? All of these thoughts cascaded through her above-average intelligence in less than three seconds. Dazzling azure orbs widening on the Ace of Knaves' figure, his beautiful figure; Full lips parting in preparation to speak, but could only utter two tiny words..

"..Mista' Jay?"

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So I finally got Photoshop. It took me a while to fiddle with the effects, and this is my first completed work.

Please let me know what you think, I'm totally new to this.

Sarah. ~x

Harleen Quinzel and the Joker.

Characters (c) DC.
Manip. (c) Me.

Harley Quinn = Brittany Murphy = <3