The Old Bait and Switch

Summary:
August 08 2014: Recovering at one of their Hideouts, Joker plans and Harley tries to get his attention

Joker's Hideout

One of several hideouts, stocked with bullets explosives and incendiaries. What fun!


Characters

NPCs

  • None

Mood Music:
[* None]


Joker his pacing the room of this, his latest hideout. In the background is a stockpile of explosives and ammunition, just like in a dozen places. On the wall is a map with several places circled in red. And he's muttering to himself, a sure sign he's rather deep into it at the moment. He's mostly recovered from being shot and beaten but he's still not at 100%.

*

The hyenas, Snicker and Doodle, are healing. The vet they kidnapped worked magic once given the right incentive. Sadly, he didn't live through the experience. But the hyenas did and that's the important thing, right? Joker has been so focused lately, he didn't even notice when Harley mentioned being approached by another Supervillian. Using his old schpiel of the Red Hood! Harley has got to get him to lighten up! That's what a good lieutenant does, right? And so, she slips into the room and leans on the doorway, wearing a little red and black negligee. No, that pose doesn't work. Maybe something like this. No no, not alluring enough. Maybe this. Yeah. This is the one.

And so, there is Harley, vamping it up for her Mr. J at the doorway. "Aheh heh hem."

*

The Joker doesn't hear her. Or something. Maybe it's the muttering. Or the blows he took to the head when fighting Taskmaster. In any case he doesn't move from the map, where he keeps muttering and making marks. "Yes… here… no. Not there. Here. Nononono. Too small. Not there. Here. No no no. How about…"

*

Harley stops vamping at the doorway with a sigh. When Mr. J gets like this, he's just no fun. Okay, the likelihood of her getting what she wants out of this is slim, but still! Jokes! Mayhem! Letting her in on the plan!! Something! She heads over to his desk instead, lounging over all the paperwork and posing like a Vargas girl pin-up. "Oh Mistah Jaaaaaa-aaaaay!"

*

When the Joker looks up his eyes are cold. Distant. Aloof. He usually gets like that when he plans. Or… he plans when he gets like that. One of those. "Ah Harley. You're just in time. Come over here." His eyes slide over her clothing - what of it there is - but he doesn't otherwise comment.

"Did that vet behave himself?"

*

Ohh! It worked! With a squeal of joy, she bounces over to her Puddin and wraps her arms around him, standing on tip toe with one foot in the air. "Oh him? Yeah, our babies are gonna be okay now. He died of blood loss, but waste not want not, I always say. So, the babies are eating him right now."

*

"Good good. They'll need the protein."

Mr. J loops an arm around Harley's waist and looks down at the map.

"Shall we plant our bombs at the Metro? Or the Stadium? Hrm. We'll need… a good audience. Maybe someone in Metropolis…"

*

Harley lets out a heavy sigh. She should have seen this coming. Yep, didn't notice the new outfit at all. She starts wondering what would happen if she tried committing crimes with him in just body paint. She looks over the map and thinks about it. "Well, if you wanna get Batsy's attention, I would put the bomb here," she says, pointing to the home of ex-Commisioner Gordon. "If you are looking to just cause mayhem though, why not put the bomb right here?" she suggests, pointing to the main station of the subway in Gotham.

*

The Joker waves. "I'm not sure anymore. Maybe I need to think it out. We're getting an awful lot of attention, just from, you know. Two bit mercenary types. We need a way to use that to our advantage…" He'll muse on it later. A manic gleam enters his eye and he picks Harley up and sets her on the table.

"Now, where did you steal this? It's rather nice."

*

Harley sits down on the desk as she is settled on it, her face brightening up as Joker actually asks about her outfit. "You like it! I had that seamstress we borrowed from New York to make it, just for you." She wriggles on the desk to show off the negligee and all the loveliness that is within. "Is it givin' you any ideas, Puddin'?"

*

"A few… some of them involves bombs…" Though clearly not all of them. Joker doesn't seem to mind his map getting all crinkled up as he leans forward to stroke Harley's jawline. "Mmmmmmmmm. We really should keep on that seamstress another week or so, shouldn't we?"

*

Yay! Her Puddin' is back! She wraps her arms about her neck and kisses him, glad that the smile on his face isn't just there because of the scars. She looks at him, a twinkle in her big blue eyes. "I was startin' ta think you didn't love me no more, Puddin'. You didn't even get a little mad when I told you about the Red Hood."

*

The thing about being crazy like the Joker? It tends to mean your memory isn't the greatest.

"Wait what? The Red Hood said what now?" That's right. Some two bit slumlord had taken up his old name.

*

Harley looks a little shocked. She showed him the business card and everything. "Some guy. Calling himself the Red Hood. He wanted me to be his lieutenant cause he says you don't give me enough credit. Like how my bounty is so low. He says it should be double that, at least."

*

"Did he now?" Now the idea in Joker's head mostly involves a crowbar and a guy with a red helmet. "Well, your bounty is low, but that's on Strange. Although…"

Joker leans up and starts whispering in Harley's ear. Ordinarily one might expect these to be naughty… but… in this case. Well, it's still naughty. Just a different kind of Naughty.

*

Listening carefully, Harley's face lights up. Her smile grows more and more as Joker describes things to her. When he finally pulls away, Harley starts playing with his tie. "You really *do* love me!"


Back to: RP Logs

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 License