Theme 88: Catchphrase
Title: Catchphrase
Universe: DCAU-kinda
Genre: Drama/Humour
Characters: Joker 'n' Harley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Harley has been brainstorming some ideas for "brand Joker"...
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Catchphrase
Joker sighed as he heard the telltale thud thud of Harley skipping along the warehouse walkway to disturb his peace and efficient murderous planning. She bounded across to his desk, hopping up to perch on one end, and scattered papers onto the floor. She was dripping wet as though she’d been caught in a sudden indoor thunderstorm.
“Hey Mistah J, I’ve been thinkin’…”
“That never bodes well,” he muttered, bending further over his latest Bat-deathtrap blueprints.
“I had my thinkin’ cap on while I gave the babies their annual bath -“ that at least explained the now-sodden state of his plan for a Joker-airship “- and I realised that there’s somethin’ your brand is lacking.”
Joker briefly pondered inflicting some grievous bodily harm with the pencil he was holding for her having the temerity to assign him the humdrum description of a ‘brand’, like he was a range of canned soups, but he decided to see whether she would dig herself out or if he should bury her right there.
“Y’see you don’t have a catchphrase Puddin’!” Harley continued merrily, oblivious to his thoughts of sketching-material violence. “And everyone’s gotta catchphrase these days - somethin’ that looks good on a t-shirt. Eve Batsy’s pipsqueak sidekick went through that weird holy-whatchamacallit phase a while back and the kids loved it.”
“You’re saying you think I should come up with a stupid phrase and put it on t-shirts to sell to children?” Joker asked, abandoning his work to fully impart his scorn at the ridiculous idea.
“Well no - I didn’t mean you’d put it on t-shirts; other people would. And on lunchboxes and notebooks, and buttons. And you should get royalties for it - people would pay to use it, like that time you found out the guy made bubblebath with your picture on it? And you drowned him in a vat of the stuff and took all his sales money? Only they should pay you first and then there wouldn’t be as much need to kill them…”
“Charitably ignoring the ludicrousness of this idea Harley, did you happen to have anything in mind?” he looked pointedly at the damp, crumpled sheet of notepaper in her hand.
“Why yes I did!” Harley beamed in returned, handing over the list.
“No… no… you think people could wear that without being arrested for public vulgarity? No… definitely no…’you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?’ What does that even mean?”
“It’s all mysterious and ominous and other -ouses!”
Joker scrunched the notepaper into a ball and threw it at her head.
“Harley, stop inhaling so much of that weird chemically hyena shampoo. It’s making your poor excuse for an intellect even worse.”
“Is that a no to the catchphrase idea fullstop then? Or would you like me to brainstorm some more suggestions?”
Joker shoved her off the edge of his desk and she fell to the floor in a heap of soggy blueprints.
“I’ll let you know when I’ve got some more good ones, Puddin’!”
Fin
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End note: References stolen from various Bat-franchies!
Universe: DCAU-kinda
Genre: Drama/Humour
Characters: Joker 'n' Harley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Harley has been brainstorming some ideas for "brand Joker"...
***
Catchphrase
Joker sighed as he heard the telltale thud thud of Harley skipping along the warehouse walkway to disturb his peace and efficient murderous planning. She bounded across to his desk, hopping up to perch on one end, and scattered papers onto the floor. She was dripping wet as though she’d been caught in a sudden indoor thunderstorm.
“Hey Mistah J, I’ve been thinkin’…”
“That never bodes well,” he muttered, bending further over his latest Bat-deathtrap blueprints.
“I had my thinkin’ cap on while I gave the babies their annual bath -“ that at least explained the now-sodden state of his plan for a Joker-airship “- and I realised that there’s somethin’ your brand is lacking.”
Joker briefly pondered inflicting some grievous bodily harm with the pencil he was holding for her having the temerity to assign him the humdrum description of a ‘brand’, like he was a range of canned soups, but he decided to see whether she would dig herself out or if he should bury her right there.
“Y’see you don’t have a catchphrase Puddin’!” Harley continued merrily, oblivious to his thoughts of sketching-material violence. “And everyone’s gotta catchphrase these days - somethin’ that looks good on a t-shirt. Eve Batsy’s pipsqueak sidekick went through that weird holy-whatchamacallit phase a while back and the kids loved it.”
“You’re saying you think I should come up with a stupid phrase and put it on t-shirts to sell to children?” Joker asked, abandoning his work to fully impart his scorn at the ridiculous idea.
“Well no - I didn’t mean you’d put it on t-shirts; other people would. And on lunchboxes and notebooks, and buttons. And you should get royalties for it - people would pay to use it, like that time you found out the guy made bubblebath with your picture on it? And you drowned him in a vat of the stuff and took all his sales money? Only they should pay you first and then there wouldn’t be as much need to kill them…”
“Charitably ignoring the ludicrousness of this idea Harley, did you happen to have anything in mind?” he looked pointedly at the damp, crumpled sheet of notepaper in her hand.
“Why yes I did!” Harley beamed in returned, handing over the list.
“No… no… you think people could wear that without being arrested for public vulgarity? No… definitely no…’you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?’ What does that even mean?”
“It’s all mysterious and ominous and other -ouses!”
Joker scrunched the notepaper into a ball and threw it at her head.
“Harley, stop inhaling so much of that weird chemically hyena shampoo. It’s making your poor excuse for an intellect even worse.”
“Is that a no to the catchphrase idea fullstop then? Or would you like me to brainstorm some more suggestions?”
Joker shoved her off the edge of his desk and she fell to the floor in a heap of soggy blueprints.
“I’ll let you know when I’ve got some more good ones, Puddin’!”
Fin
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End note: References stolen from various Bat-franchies!