Cruel and unusual punishment
Who: Larxene and Harley Quinn.
Where: Prison.
When: Late evening, 18th of October.
Summary: Every crime has its punishment.
Rating: No clue.
Other: Love definitely isn't in the air.
( Bet you were wondering where she went. )
Where: Prison.
When: Late evening, 18th of October.
Summary: Every crime has its punishment.
Rating: No clue.
Other: Love definitely isn't in the air.
( Bet you were wondering where she went. )
She was swinging her legs over the edge, chewing on a piece of gum she'd conned out of one of the guards and laying her chin on her hand when the sound of approaching footsteps had jarred her to attention. Blue eyes tilted anxiously towards the barred doorway - two guards shoved a fellow blonde into the confines of her new apartment, as she liked to call it, and slammed the door shut behind her.
Was she wearing... mittens?
More importantly, she was not the Joker come to spring her loose.
And to add insult to injury, Harley was sure she knew this face. The ex-doc rose to her feet, cringing a little at the pressure applied to her bandaged calf, before tilting her head and crossing her arms over her chest, staring at her cell-mate.
Before she pointed at her accusingly, eyes wide.
"H-hey! You're that cop!!"
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She stared back at the other with an expressionless face at first before that accusation rang across the room. For those brief few seconds she had hoped that the other wouldn't recognize her. But when that shred of hope was snuffed out like a discarded cigarette, her expression went from coldness to reveal a hint of a - false - grin. "You'll believe anything people tell you, won't you? Guess I shouldn't expect much better from a stupid fool such as yourself."
But since she was stuck here, she'd just as well try and make the best of it. After finishing that sentence, she leaned back against the nearest wall. "I do have a name you know; it's Larxene. So how's your delicate little love life working out for you? Does your pudding come and visit you at all, hmm? It'd be pretty heartless of him to leave you here all heartbroken, wouldn't it?" Well, if she didn't go that way then all the minutes spent breaking the password to Harley's journal (HINT: Don't put nick names of loved ones in your password) would've been rendered such a waste. And besides, she did have a bit of pent up irritation to get out of her system.
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"How come you know so much 'bout me and Mistah J, huh?!" She obviously wasn't happy with the way things were going, nor the way Larxene was hitting the hammer on the nail on all points. No, no - it was obvious Mr. J loved her and would be coming for her any minute. It'd only been a few hours... not even a full day, yet. She had to give a man some time to put together a plan! It wasn't like she was just tucked away in some resort. This was prison.
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But as the barrage ended, the other blonde just rolled her eyes in response, looking entirely unmoved by Harley's reaction at first, before putting on a - in lack of better way to put it - concerned face, caring almost. "Gee, I don't know about that Harleen. That's not what he told me." Obvious bait for a psychological trap. Trust me though, she was going to go somewhere with this. Who say you can't mix fun and work?
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Harley's face immediately changed from anger to outright shock. That's not what he told her? What was that supposed to mean? How did this chickie know so much about her? Was she part of Mr. J's crew? How come Harley was just learning about this now?
It was so frustrating to have all the questions and none of the answers. She was practically ready to throttle the other woman for a hint. "What'dya mean? You know Mistah J?" The skepticism was written all over her face.
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A grin emerged on her face briefly as she leaned against the wall. "Why the sudden change in tones, hm? Let me put it this way: Do you think it's just a slump that I ended up in your cell?" Actually, it was a total coincidence altogether. But it's not like Harley had to know that, right? "Clearly, someone had a plan. Can you guess who?" And hopefully Harley would manage to produce enough empty air in her answer to give Larxene enough time to actually come up with one of her own to make some use of this little creep.
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No way!
In no time at all, her day had gone from dismal and horrendous to brilliant and beautiful. Her puddin' would get her out in no time flat! He loved her, after all! He'd already put his goonies to work, and she just knew that this one would be her ticket outta the slammer. She'd be reunited with her true love, back at his side, where she belonged.
She clasped her hands together, jumping quickly, so excited that she all but forgot about the injury still plaguing her calf - that was, until she landed. She half-stumbled, half-threw herself at Larxene, tackling her middle and furiously hugging and squeezing her. "Eeee, I knew it! You're a doll! Hey, you're alright, Mittens!"
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"G-get off me you delusional fool!" she snarled back at Harley in response to her clingy outburst. At that point, her face had gone from cold to furious in a heartbeat. "Your lover isn't coming to get you yet, moron! That's not why I'm here!" There, a last ditch attempt to get her away from her and get the train back on the tracks. At the very least, Harley was buying this.
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Harley lifted her head up to stare desperately into Larxene's face. "You're... not here 'cause Puddin' sent you?"
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Was someone trying to play ping-pong with her brain?! "Aaaghhh, I'm so confused!" Harley let go of Larxene to sink down to the prison cell floor, holding her head and whining dramatically. At this rate, she was going to have to wring this girl's neck. "Who are you 'n what are you doing here?!"
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Call it a motivational speech. If Harley was going to spend her days thinking that some knight in shining armor was going to save here she wouldn't be of much use to Larxene. "Think of it as a test of love, Harley. You do want your hearts to re-unite, right?" All she needed was some motivation to get going, and then they - or at least, Larxene - would get a little bit closer to freedom. And to meet that end, she was perfectly happy with playing a few dirty cards, even if that meant playing nice with an idiot.
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It all made sense.
A test of love... Harley's face slowly transformed from surprise to determination, and then slowly bloomed into a smile. She once again threw her arms around Larxene's middle, rubbing her face into the other woman's middle affectionately. "Awww, Mittens! We'll get outta here for sure!" What a sweet-heart, getting herself thrown into jail just to get little ol' Harley out. "I won't let you down, and I definitely won't let my Puddin' down either!"
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So envision this in your mind's eye: One blonde in pigtails clinging herself to a blonde antennae-head, more-or-less burrowing her head into the area just below the latter's chest. It could've been a cute scene, if it wasn't for the fact that the Larxene's patience with Harley was wearing thin and that she was trying to push her away from her, which turned out to be more easily said than done as the other was just as clingy as a six-year old brat to boot.
"You're so STUPID! Get off me and focus on what's important! You don't want me to tell the Joker on you, do you?" All things considered, her voice was pretty calm, bearing only a hint of irritation. And yep, she was definitely going to play the Pudding Card (™) a lot to get this puppy to do some tricks for her.
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It seemed Larxene had picked the wrong string to tug. "Where is he?!" Now the pig-tailed blonde was grabbing Lar at the shoulders and shaking her like she was a ragdoll, back and forth. "How come he left without sayin' nothin'? Inquisitive minds wanna know, girlie!"
She was already feeling stifled in this equivalent to a walk-in closet meant to be her domain for as long as she could stand it - or as long as she could behave herself until she figured a way out. Either or, she knew that something had to be done, and if Larxene was the key - well... she knew the woman at least had answers, and that was one place to start.
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She looked down on Harley like she was some stupid mutt that had just peed on the floor. "You're so half-baked! Maybe if you weren't so stupidly careless he would've told you why himself! But no, you just had to break the rules of the game and disappoint Mr. J, didn't you?" Using Harley's own vocabulary there for a sec. Her tone, and face, then went from something mean and degrading to something a bit more middle-ground, so to speak. "But sure, sure. I'll answer your questions. I could even help you get in touch with your little Pudding. All you have to do is to prove yourself to him. Think of it as a game; once we've reached the goal and are out of here, you'll have your prize. And that also means that you must follow my lead, got it? You have to admit, it's not a bad price to pay for love."
Maybe she was trying too hard, sure. But the two were basically two looneys in a bin anyway; at best she'd gain a crony to exploit, and at worst a relatively useless person that she didn't even like to begin with would hold a grudge against her. In the great scheme of things, neither outcome mattered all too much to Larxene at the moment.
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Larxene's scathing words pierced through her; she winced as though physically afflicted, looking up at her through puppy dog blue eyes expressing her lament. "W-whaddya mean? M-Mistah J is really disappointed in me...?" She'd only been trying to put his name back in the papers, to get him the publicity he deserved.
She listened carefully as the other divulged the veritable 'rules of the game,' expression of woe slowly transforming to one of glee before she clapped her hands together, bouncing back to her feet enthusiastically as if she'd never been knocked down in the first place. She was desperate, at this point; if Mittens was her only key to finding Mr. J again, then she would do whatever it took. "Okay, okay; I got it. I'm all yours, toots! Just tell me what to do!"
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The heart's such an intriguing thing - once you lose to it, you always end up losing your mind. And who could exemplify this better than Harley, who had clearly lost her marbles once her heart swallowed that brain of hers. "But first things first, you wouldn't happen to have anything sharp on you? These things..." Showing off her covered hands, "... Are putting me in a pretty foul mood." She'd fry Harley the first chance she could get for calling her Mittens, that was for sure.
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