AN ANONYMOUS PUBLICATION

[triggermoll]

[On everyone's journal, imprinted on the last page of the first day of the New Year, is a black and white photograph. Some citizens may recognize the man as "The Rich Gangster", Jeremy. He is shown hanging off the side of the George Washington bridge from a long, loooong noose. His body is stuffed with large plastic novelty fish and his eyes--with

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[princeofknaves]

[ And in a little, out of the way motel somewhere in Harlem, Jack is celebrating the first kill of the month. ]

Doooooooooooooooooooll~face!

[ Why, yes, he is dragging a rather large sack behind him. ]

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[triggermoll]

[ Harley was being a good girl and doing everything the Joker wanted, including publicizing his--their--wonderful kill. She just artfully pasted the photograph into the journal when her baby started. ]

Ooo! Did ya get me a present?

[ She popped up from her seat and practically flew to the Joker. She folded her hands behind her back and swung on her heels, grinning brightly--her bouncing pigtails made her look even more like a little girl. ]

Whatisitwhatisitwhatisit?

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[princeofknaves]

[ Ooooooh. His little gem. His little diamond in the rough. She was so beautiful, so energetic and vivacious, like some kind of firefly injected with methamphetamines, so bright and alive. ]

Now, now, Harleykins~ [ He held up a purple gloved finger and shook it, giving her a faux-stern look. ] What's the magic word?

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[triggermoll]

Please? ...um.

[ Harley scrunched up her face like a sour lemon. ]

You can't spell slaughter without laughter?