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Name: -Unknown-
Alias: "Joe King" "Joe Kerr" "Jack Napier"
Nicknames: Jay, Mistah Jay, Puddin', "freak" by enemies
Age: 76
Age Appearance: 32
Gender: Male
Gender Role: Masculine
Race: Metahuman
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Education Level: Graduate Degree
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 200lbs
Hair Color: mossy green
Eye Color: jade green
Zodiac: Leo
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality Type: ENTP-"The Devils Advocate"

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Mental Health: schizoaffective disorder-Some of his symptoms are: belief that an ordinary event has special and personal meaning, delusion, thought disorder, racing thoughts, euphoria, limited range of emotions, loss of interest or pleasure in activities, or mood swings, impulsivity, self-harm, or sudden increases in energy, appetite changes or restlessness, false belief of superiority. He also has anti-social personality disorder which is what the DSM-5 now diagnosis sociopathic people with.

Physical Health: occasional bronchitis and cold

Quirks: tongues his scars on the inside of his face, fidgets with his hair, has a slight limp, never stands up straight, sleeps with "knives" the bear, is a closet cuddler, only smokes clove cigarettes
Strengths: ingenuity, curiosity, wisdom, bravery, perseverance, awe(often in dark things), seducer, leadership, theatrical
Weaknesses: abusive, arrogant, callous, cruel, deranged, erratic, hard to deal with, temperamental
Abilities: semi-immortal, toxin immunity
Smells Like: leather, gun power, gasoline on the wind, and sandalwood; body odor is gunpowder and gasoline with a sweet chemical scent

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The sound of gravel crunching beneath his feet and his breath rushing in his ears as he sprinted across the yard at Arkham was like a loud mantra. Searchlights sweeping the property in big whooshing strokes as the alarm blared in a droning rise and fall. Joker didn't slow down, though, he had his eyes on the fence that Johnny told him would be ready for him. For the past week, Joker had his eyes on that fence, making sure it was the right one. Counting the corners and memorizing the area around it for his great escape. A magic act of vanishing. It was all a convenient mishap that the searchlights never swept across where he was running. And maybe Johnny was just that smart...maybe he knew the reach and layout of the searchlights and that they couldn't go this far. Still, though, as he ran his heart pumped violently with adrenaline. He sincerely hoped that they were there on time. And as he neared the fence he angled his shoulder at it and braced for an impact. Not slowing down at all he tucked his head and dove into the fence. The metal gave away and then closed up again with a muffled clinking noise, but not without taking a strip of the gray Arkham jumpsuit with it and cutting his shoulder. The edge of the island cut off abruptly in this spot and he had been warned about it, but having passed through the cut fence at the speed he did the narrow edge was not enough time to stop himself and he went down the narrow bank head over heels twice before righting himself and sliding down.
"I told you to brace for a fall," Johnny said from the shore, tossing his cigarette to the ground.
"That was just physics," Joker growled in reply, not stopping. Instead, he waded into the cold Atlantic water and headed for the small motorboat.
"Never seen such a graceful physics lesson before, boss." Johnny joked though he kept his laugh inside. With an agitated glare, Joker clenched his jaw and halfway turned around, then climbed into the boat. There was one man on the boat, wearing a winter face mask to shield against the biting November wind.
"Who's this?" Joker asked, shedding the gray Arkham jumpsuit and pulling on a pair of black pants and then a solid blue button up over his undershirt.
"The guy with a boat," Johnny replied, handing Joker his dark purple coat.
"The guy with a boat," Joker echoed with a dark tone to his voice as he put his coat on and checked his pockets. Happy to find his knives in his pockets again he picked one and flicked it open. "The guy with the boat..." He repeated, stepping up to him. "I have a new job for you, boatman." He growled, ripping off the fabric mask and yanking his hair back.
"No, p-please! I was just trying to help!" The man stammered, eyes wide with fear. "I'm...I'm a huge fan...please, Joker!"
"You should have known..." Joker began, resting his face against the side of his fan's head as he stroked the blade across the other side of his face. "...that when you start a job with the Maniax you get promoted quickly." He held out the Arkham jumpsuit. "Put this on." He demanded, "PUT IT ON!" He growled with more conviction when the man didn't take the clothing. Then, from the inner breast pocket, Joker took out his pack of clove-scented cigarettes and put one in his mouth. And, almost like a trained monkey, Johnny struck a match and held it to the cigarette. Joker smoked a few hits of his cigarette before handing it off for Johnny to hold. "What's your name."
"What?" The boatman asked, shivering in the cold wet jumpsuit.
"Your name, what is it?" Joker asked, his whole demeanor seeming to be friendly and conversational.
"G-Gre-eg." The boatman answered in a shiver, eyeing the knife that Joker pulled from his pocket again.
"Well, Greg...it was nice meeting you," Joker said, tonguing the scars on the inside of his cheek as he stepped up. "I don't meet many fans." He nodded in contrast to the shaking head of Greg. "You should consider it an honor, Greg..." His voice was like gravel, eyes dead as he stabbed Greg in the stomach. "Wearing my jumpsuit, my number..." He continued, stabbing Greg a few more times before pushing him over the boat and into the cold Atlantic water. "Well," Joker chimed, wiping his hair out of his face and tonguing the scar on the inside of his bottom lip before taking his cigarette back. "That was fun." He took a seat at the wheel and shifted gears before throttling away from the island and towards the China Docks. It felt weird, being without makeup, so after a few short minutes Joker leaned down and picked up the fabric winter face mask and put it on. Speeding up the boat he couldn't wait to get to the car that was waiting for him because he knew that Harley would have his makeup.

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Sitting in the back of a car, Harley Quinn relaxed into the soft black leather of the seats. They were on their way to pick up her Puddin' who'd been locked up in Arkham for months. She had a black and red bag laying across her lap. It contained Joker's makeup, an extra pack of his clove cigarettes, some drinks, and a small piece of paper with an address on it. The address was to the place where the pair would be hiding out until news of The Joker's death was released. Though of course he wouldn't actually be dead but they had to convince the Bat and all of Gotham city that they were safe. Meanwhile, they would start working on their next plan.

Finally the car pulled up to a sketchy looking dock that led out into the Atlantic. The car stopped and Harley sat up straight, excited to see the love of her life. She smiled slightly at the thought of his kisses on her lips again after the long months without him. She leaned up towards the driver. "They here yet?" she asked, her thick New Jersey accent rolling from her tongue. She couldn't see out the darkened windows very well but she pressed her face against them anyway, waiting.

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Keith, the driver, glanced up from his magazine and swept his single good eye over Harley's face before studying the docks behind them through the rear view mirror.
"I don't see them," He muttered with a bored tone, turning his page as he looked back down. "They'll be here soon, sugar," Keith assured with his stretched thin face marked with scars, signatures of Joker's authority. The radio in the car had been playing advertisements for the past six minutes and with a frustrated sigh, he fiddled with the dial.
Letting the boat idle up to the dock Joker was practically brimming with excitement. It took all his willpower he had to not leap up from the driver seat of the boat and jump onto the docks without parking it. But, as he turned it off he climbed the ladder to the wooden dock without even tying it down. Leaving that up to Jonny. He had a lot of memories at this dock...memories tangled up in the shipping containers and twisted into the chains to the cranes. Joker didn't even pause to dwell on the memories or wait for Jonny, instead, he walked past the bigger boats and yachts and made his way through the novice maze of shipping containers. When he finally caught sight of the idling car coughing up exhaust fumes he smirked and pulled out a knife. It happened quickly...pulling the door open he reached in and grabbed a handful of his woman's hair and pulled her backward. Making her rise to her feet, still partially in the vehicle, he traced the dull edge of the blade across her jaw before taking a deep breath of her perfume and then sighing.
"Harley," Joker growled, in such a way that one says the name of a long-lost runaway pet reunited. With scolding conviction, yet strangely welcoming to the pet. He let her right herself and climb the rest of the way out of the back seat. In the instant that took he had stripped off one of his leather gloves and used the naked hand to fix a strand of hair from her angle face. "It's been too long." He stated, tonguing the scars inside his mouth as his green eyes took in his woman's excitement. With the fabric mask still on his face, his dead expression was one of massive medication and illness. "You have my makeup?" Joker asked in confirmation, looking past Harley and into the car at her purse.
"Alright, let's go," Jonny called, finally just now catching up. "This place will be crawling with police soon." He knew that the corpse they left wouldn't hold up in court, let alone against the Batman.
"In." Joker commanded, taking Harley's wrist and forcing it in the general direction of the open car door before letting it go to join her in the backseat. Once the doors were closed and the lights in the car went out he stripped the winter mask off and discarded it out the window. Holding his gloved hand out to Harley he wiggled his fingers and softly barked for the makeup. He was enjoying the closeness with his woman while they drove and he smeared his makeup on in the darkness sliced up by passing streetlights. And, as he finished up his makeup he took off the other glove and pocketed the makeup and then his gloves before taking out a new clove cigarette and waiting for it to be lit before cracking the window.

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Harley handed the Joker his makeup as he released her wrist. She rubbed the place on her wrist where he had held her, trying to ignore the pain. She watched as he rubbed his makeup back onto his face and pulled out a cigarette. She instantly reached over and lit it for him, kissing his cheek as she did so. She stared at him as he smoked before suddenly realizing she hadn't given Keith the address. She dug through her bag to find it and pulled out the small piece of paper. She handed it up to the driver before turning back to her lover. Laying her head against him and smiling softly she allowed his presence to be the sole reason for her happiness. Before she could stop herself she reached up and ran her hands against his face, breathing in the scent of his makeup and the clove from his smokes. She smiled again, kissing his cheek gently. "I love you Puddin" she said, laying her head back down against his chest.

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Swatting Harley's hand away from his still drying makeup with a viciousness before taking her hand in his he managed the best smile he could with his damaged facial muscles. It was a strange sort of grimace, like a dog showing teeth, and it was uncomfortable if not a bit painful for Joker. So, as quickly as it had formed it was gone. And words iced over the attempt.
"I've missed you, Harley." He began, there was an unnatural pause as he took a few hits of his cigarette; the clove-scented smoke filling the vehicle. He hadn't gotten a single visitor in his six-month stay because he was in high-security lockdown, and it felt weird to be around people after this long. Therapy sessions had been one on one and separated by a glass window...meals eaten alone...sleepless nights. He somehow got it in his mind that Harley hadn't been as faithful as she led him to believe, and so he let go of her hand. "Could you uh...not smother me right now." He demanded, shrugging Harley off and switching his cigarette to the hand adjacent to Harley. Keith looked down at the address that Harley handed him and furrowed his brows questioningly, wondering why they weren't going to the hideout they had been living in for the past six months. But with a mental shrug he put the paper in his pocket and turned right instead of left and head for the old theatre in the Amusement Mile district.

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Harley pouted a bit as Joker pushed her away, but obliged as she did not want to anger him. She breathed quietly, wondering why he wouldn't hold her. It wasn't as though he had ever told her he loved her back, but he would usually hold her. She had spent the last six months completely alone. She had only left their hideout to go to the Dock and get her puddin' that night. She would send Keith out for supplies and food. Once, about three months ago, she had gotten out of bed to make dinner as it had been the anniversary of the night she'd left Arkham for the first time with The Joker. The anniversary of the night she became Harley Quinn. But, since then, she had stayed in her bed and stared at the wall. Day in and day out, she stared. Sometimes she'd speak, though it was mostly incoherent thoughts. So, now as she sat in the car, she made a point to breathe in the air outside. She made a point to watch the sky and the stars and the water as it rushed away from them. When her lover pushed her away however, she dropped back into her quiet sadness. She was only ever happy when he was loving her, and that wasn't always very often.

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As the silence grew it iced over the vehicle and set wheels turning in Jay's twisted mind. There was a single tsk of his tongue that was a precursor of his impending annoyance before he sucked on the scar tissue on the inside of his cheeks. An annoyed sigh, barely a decibel, ghosted from his lips as his dark green eyes shifted repeatedly over at his woman and her still repose. Looking over at her in an almost unnatural head tilt Joker had a condescending posture to his frame.
"What, so you have nothing to say to me?" He growled, "What have you been doing the past few months, huh?" He snapped. Normally she would have pushed his buttons...crossed his boundaries just to get a rise from him. Sometimes he thought she was too pretty for him. When her answer didn't come fast enough, whether from stubbornness or sheer thought, he switched the cigarette again and snatched up a rough handful of her hair. "Look at me!" He demanded, twisting his grip so she had no choice but to obey. Then, his expression softened and his grip relaxed...something gentle filled his eyes as his eyebrows raised in a sort of sympathetic expression. He really ****ing missed her, and the fire that she was. His other hand went to her cheek, cigarette smoke snaking and dancing to the roof of the car, as he gave Harley a kiss. Much like somebody would test the water before walking in. His second kiss was with more conviction, his tongue tasting her lips in a passing flick before he pulled away. "I'm not mad at you." He confessed, "I'm just..." He growled a sigh and sat back proper again, taking a hit from the clove-scented cigarette. "I'm just tired." Though, that wasn't exactly what he was feeling. Sensing emotions and their actual names was rough for him. He felt drained and agitated and crowded. Such a small vehicle was sort of getting to him, and that in itself frustrated him, since all he really wanted to do was refuel with a good long cuddle session and a decent home cooked meal. And all while he thought about those things, in the foreground was the ticking and turning of a new, better plan to make Gotham wake up. Since the citizens of Gotham had refused to play his little game and had let him down, this time, he was not going to put all of his stakes in their hands. Not this time.

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Harley snapped out of her sadness as Jay's hand forced her head to face him, she looked directly into his eyes and immediately she was awoken again. He leaned in and kissed her and she kissed him back, pressing her lips into his as though she was trying to suck all the happiness out of him. Not, of course, that there was much. When he pulled away she found herself leaning towards him, not wanting to stop kissing him. Though she knew she would have to wait until he chose to kiss her again. "What do you want for dinner Puddin'" she asked him, closing her eyes gently. When they reopened the fire that burned deep inside her from her love..or obsession..with Jay was clear as day. She leaned against him again, running her hand across his face even though she knew he hated it. She pressed her finger to the end of his cigarette, defusing the embers that burned while he smoked. She winked wordlessly and turned her head away from him again, teasing him for a moment before turning and relighting his cigarette. Suddenly she burst into uncontrollable laughter that stopped only when she kissed Jay again, forcing her lips against his again and smiling as she did so. "I missed you puddin'" she whispered.

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"What, you didn't already have something in the oven?" He retorted, glaring at her when she touched his face...caressed those jagged scars of his. With a hiss of disapproval, he pulled his face away and brought his cigarette to his lips. He hated when she touched them because it meant she thought of them more than she liked to admit. And she never would admit why she liked them so much. He still never told her the truth of how he had gotten them...the lies were always better than the real thing. Better than the weeks of torture he had endured that lead up to the inevitable situation and mental breakdown. He could have strangled Harley when she killed his cigarette. He hadn't had cigarettes since the day he was arrested, and now she was playing this stupid little game. "C'mon, Harley. Don't play this game." He snapped, going for the pocket where he usually kept his own matches just as she lit one of her own. Her rising laugh brought a chuckle from him that was strangled off by a kiss he wasn't really into. His lips pressed thin against hers as he breathed in through his nose and gave the kiss a good effort before putting a heavy hand on her shoulder and making her sit back. "Cigarette." He excused, and brought it back to his lips. If she truly hadn't already started cooking dinner, then what did he want, he wondered. Honestly, he was too damn hungry to wait for anything to be cooked from scratch, so he leaned forward and told Keith to head for a grocery store where they could get some rotisserie chicken. He liked rotisserie chicken. And as the short detour happened he sat back and watched the Gotham City streets pass by as each passing citizen planted a seed in his mind that sprouted twisted ideals. Gotham was still just as sick and just as twisted as it had been, if not more so now than before. If people were going to live in Gotham he didn't want them hiding behind the masks they all wore. The "businessman" went home to be the disloyal husband and abusive father. The "caretaker" went home to be the thief. The "shopowner" went home to be a serial killer. The "artist" went home to be the computer hacker...Joker saw it all. He just didn't understand why everybody felt the need to wear a mask. "You know, Harley..." Joker began, an edge of agitation to his voice, "The world would be a better place if everybody wasn't so afraid to show their true side." He opinionated, throwing the cigarette butt outside the window and closing it with a whir. Once they arrived at the grocery store Jonny left the vehicle and ran inside. Joker never had to go shopping. He took her hand and rubbed his thumb against her skin and gave her a small smile.

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Harley grinned maniacally at Jay as he spoke, she clung to his every word as she always did. Every little thing he said made her fall in love even more. She leaned against him again, running her fingertips from his forehead all the way down his chest and back up again while he spoke. The car stopped and a man she had never seen before ran out of the car. She assumed he was a new slave of her Joker and simply ignored his existence entirely as she did with all but Keith. She normally ignored Keith as well but since he had spent the past six months taking care of her while she drowned in her sorrow, she had taken a liking to him and considered him to be her pet as well. As she stared at Jay, she began laughing again, imagining all the destruction the two of them were going to cause together. Gotham City had another thing coming if they thought they had rid themselves of The Joker and his lovely Harley Quinn. When the man arrived back in the car, the scent of fresh chicken filled the back seat and Harley squirmed slightly in excitement. Her first real meal in several months. Finally, everything was getting back to normal.

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While they waited for Jonny to get back with the food Joker relished in the sensation of Harley's caresses to his body, especially when her hand moved across his chest. That was his favorite. He breathed in cadence with her hand as he listened to the music on the radio and just stared into the brightly lit grocery store. He was comforted almost into a state of numbness that was shaken from him when Jonny opened the car door again. He hadn't even registered his Harley's little laugh.
"I hope you got napkins," Joker stated, reaching through the division between the front seats for the bag of food. No answer was needed as he saw napkins and disposable forks in the bag. The rest of the ride to the abandoned theatre was spent eating the chicken and giving Harley pieces between her picking at it with a fork. He didn't use a fork. A useless step in the inevitable function of eating considering he really didn't feel pain anymore. When they finally arrived the food was gone and the container was filled with bones and used napkins, left on the backseat as the party went inside.
Inside they were greeted by the buildings memory of them, scents of gunpowder and gasoline and death. The air hung thick with it, and yet on the swaying breeze that was present like a ghost there was the damp smell of dirt and must. That was the smell of the old discarded wood decaying. The discarded wood lay in scattered piles with pink fluffy insulation like discarded dreams and sentimental candy floss of old painful memories. There were orange lines of electrical cords running like tiny highways throughout the entrance of the building, some rising in the air and disappearing over the balconies and conclaves that made up the second level of the theatre. The front room had a few folding metal tables still set up and scattered with bomb building materials, tiny clippings of different coloured wires lay discarded like pencil shavings. The building was mostly dry on the inside, save for a few puddles near the outer walls from where the foundation was beginning to fail it.
Joker didn't dwell long in the front room, shedding his coat he draped it over his arm and continued through one of the doors to the room with the stage. Where one of their many bedroom set ups resided. It was separated from view by the thick red theatre curtain, despite the moss that took hold in its cloth and the moth holes in it. Behind the curtain was a full sized bed with metal head and foot boards, a standing mirror, and a single dresser. Its drawers hanging open like spilt intestines, empty of any contents. It was on one of these drawers that he draped his coat before the squeak of the bed took his weight and he untied his shoes. Right now he didn't have the men or the resources to execute any plans he was beginning to formulate. With a sigh, he leaned back and crossed his ankles, tucking one hand under his pillow and leaving the other arm open as an invitation for Harley's presence. Which he knew she would take.

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Harley quickly crawled into bed with Jay, having been longing for the feeling of his body against hers for months now, she laid her body against his and snuggled herself into his arms. Her head rested on his chest and she breathed in his scent, allowing her body to fully awaken in the presence of the man for whom her entire life existed. She allowed her fingertips to find his chest again as she stared up at him. "Puddin' what did they do to you in there?" she asked, quietly. She didn't want to upset him, but occasionally her human side would come out and she would simply be his girlfriend rather than his equally psychotic partner in crime. Waiting for an answer, she pressed her lips to his and kissed across his scars, then back to his lips, making a special point to run the tip of her tongue along his scars. As she leaned back again, resting against him, she almost inaudibly whispered "I love you" before closing her eyes and allowing herself to simply exist.

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Staring up into the rafters of the stage and following the lines of ropes he traced back in his mind to find something worth sharing. Not much had happened really. He was left alone most of the time. In solitary confinement with nothing but his books and a chess set all to himself. And the room had been okay, shower all to himself and all...with a comfortable sigh he closed his eyes and dug further.
"Well, in the beginning, they kept me heavily drugged with sedatives to keep me docile." He started. "You know...just meds and stuff." He dismissed, holding her against him. "They thought maybe I was severely depressed...so there were some electro-therapy sessions." He added. "Then they put me on some shot because I wasn't complying with medicine schedules. They didn't tell me what it was, but that **** was...is...****ing up." He didn't want to tell her but before he escaped he had the monthly shot already. He knew it wasn't happening but he could feel tiny circular bugs crawling over his arms and across his skin. "Bugs crawling and ****." He sighed, squirming a bit. "And the dreams..." He didn't want to use nightmares, "The dreams are an adventure." There was a forced laugh. "I suppose the withdrawals are going to be difficult." He sighed, hitting the t at the end with a fierceness.

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Harley listened intently to her Joker as he told her about the asylum where they had both spent time. She as both a prisoner and a psychiatrist. Harley breathed quietly, letting his voice lull her into a sleepy silence. She buried her face in his chest, holding him tightly and protectively. "I'll never let them take you away again puddin'" she told him as she leaned up and kissed him again. She could hardly remember her time at Arkham because she had been so drugged up but she did remember it being cold and lonely and no one would listen to her when she begged them for her lover. They had told her she was crazy and that she needed to forget about Jay. They told her he wasn't coming back...but he had. He had come back for her, and that was when she knew he was hers forever. "I'll never let anything bad happen to you again my puddin'" she promised him as she kissed him again and laid down, falling asleep in his arms.

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Joker kept staring into the rafters of the stage as he listened to Harley's breathing slow into a sleeping cadence, he could feel jealousy and rage simmering in his chest at how quickly she had fallen asleep. It seemed like no matter what she did she always seemed to get under his skin and yet he cared about her too much to do anything truly harmful. After a while he closed his eyes and tried to match her breathing, focusing on it, hoping that her breath would be the boat that took him into unconsciousness. It seemed like ages before sleep finally swept him under and when it was over he hardly felt rested. No more than an hour and a half had passed since he fell asleep. He tended to wake up before dreams could happen because on this medicine the dreams were nightmares...and the nightmares were always flashbacks of war. Harley didn't know that about him. Didn't know he used to be a marine. She didn't know a lot of things about him yet. Shifting from under Harley's hold carefully so not to wake her he sat on the edge of the bed and held his head in his palms. Seering flashes of third world torture sliced through his brain and with a muffled groan he slipped his shoes on and left the stage. Finding a few men scattered in the theatre seats covered with their coats or blankets as they slept he hesitated before turning back to grab his coat. Once he was outside he struck a match and kindled a cigarette before sitting down next to a man he didn't know. But the man knew him. The sheer presence of Joker set icy terror in the man's veins, even more so than the cold November air. But Joker wasn't there to terrorize him, Joker was there to have a smoke and be around somebody who was awake. The man's name was Sean, and once Joker got him talking he didn't shut up. It comforted Joker to hear the man talk and although none of it stuck in Joker's sleep fogged mind it was still better than starting silently into darkness. When he finally did go to sleep it was when the sky was beginning to lighten from black to deep dark blue. Slipping back into the bed with Harley he caught a couple more hours of sleep before shattering memories of razor blades being shoved under his nails woke him with a muffled whimper. Jostling in the bed with a startled cry Joker sat up and brushed his hands over his arms to stop the crawling sensations he was feeling before heading towards the smell of coffee and fast food breakfast. Pausing for a brief moment to light one of his clove cigarettes. He couldn't wait to have this medicine out of his system, to have sleep that was, for the most part, dreamless. And he had to be tougher than his dreams, so he arrived in the front room like a storm. Predatory eyes burning with hate and a seething posture of contempt towards the others he grabbed up one of the large cups of black coffee and drank from the steaming cup like it was water. His dark green eyes scanned the faces in the room, hair messy from fitful sleep, greasepaint makeup smeared and missing in some places.
"Why are you all still here?" He barked, "Don't you haaave objectiiives to complete?" He growled, moving to one of the many McDonald's bags and grabbing a random sandwich.

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Harley awoke softly, blinking away the darkness as she yawned quietly. "Puddin'?" she asked gently, her voice muffled from tiredness. She looked around and determined that Jay was not in the room. She shifted her weight until she was sitting up straight before repeating herself. "Puddin'?" she asked the empty room, as though it would answer her. She smelled fast food wafting in from the other room and though she could hear her stomach rumbling softly she neglected to get up and find the food. Instead, she relaxed back into the warmth of the bed and closed her eyes, drifting quietly back into sleep and waiting for her love to wake her.

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As the men in the room gathered up their breakfasts and coats and left the room they scattered like roaches caught by the light. Joker watched with a cynical expression as he unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. It wasn't until the population of the front room thinned out that he realized Harley was not there, and that boiled his blood more than ever. Setting down his coffee from the hand that also held his cigarette he pulled a long hit from it and exhaled the smoke before barking for her.
"HARLEY." Was he really that out of it when he woke up that he didn't notice her in bed beside him? He barked for her again, this time with more conviction. "HAAAaaarleey!" And then he took another bite from his sandwich, abandoning it for his coffee. He wasn't in a gentle mood this morning, not after what his mind woke him up with. He was the soldier once more, at war with his mind, at war with the city of Gotham, at war with the world. Keith and Jonny were the only ones left in the room, each set of eyes watching one of the two doors that led into the stage room while Joker's eyes studied theirs. When Joker heard her shuffling feet and cute little yawn enter his presence he held out a cup of coffee to her. They were brown cups from some small coffee shop in the neighborhood with cardboard sleeves, this one had been marked Harley because Keith knew Harley's morning coffee just as well as he did Joker's. Joker took his coffee black, full to the brim, with extra caffeine, and had four of them in the morning. Hence the four cups marked Jay. "You look like crap," Joker remarked with a teasing scoff and a flirtatious smirk. "Must have slept well." He assumed, reaching out to smooth her hair and give her a brief kiss.

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Harley yawned as she shuffled down into the room where Jay, Keith and Jonny were sitting around eating breakfast. She took the coffee and sipped it. Vanilla latte with two pumps of coconut and whipped cream on top. Perfect. She smiled sleepily as he fixed her hair and kissed her. She kissed back gently, tasting his coffee on his lips and pulling away with a crinkled nose. "Yuck," she giggled and continued to drink her coffee. It was relaxing being back in a routine. She had slept well for the first time since Jay had been taken from her. Even though she hated his coffee, she wasn't going to waste any of those lovely kisses, so she leaned down and kissed him again, sitting in his lap as she did.

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Despite the length of Joker and Harley's relationship, it still made all of the thugs uncomfortable to see such a display around them. Typically their boss kept their bedroom affections separate from his workplace and he usually didn't tolerate much affection from his woman while he was around the rest. Their discomfort didn't go unnoticed by Joker as Harley climbed into his lap and kept peppering him with kisses, in fact, it managed to heighten Joker's own discomfort with the situation and he stood up. Having the effect of letting Harley drop from his lap to catch herself as he put his cup to his lips as if to barricade them from Harley as he moved to a folding metal table where there were a few brown file boxes waiting for him. Setting his steaming cup of coffee down beside it Joker took off the lid and dropped it to the floor with a loud hollow thunk, even in its light form, and began to pull out files and papers. Shuffling through a couple files briefly as he finished one cup and took another of his cups, muttering to himself as he did so. Eventually, he rolled the rubber bands off of a rolled up group of blueprints and unrolled them. Glancing around for objects to weigh down each of the springy corners he resulted to using his cup in one corner while Jonny and Keith came forward with loose bricks from the rubble on the floor. It was a blueprint of Arkham Asylum, and he stood hunched over it as his dark green eyes looked it over. Time passed as he located pens and drew and circled and marked up the paper, the one corner weighted down by his cup repeatedly being let loose as he drank and was eventually replaced with another piece of brick when he went for his third cup. It was around this time that the other men got back with wooden trunks and bags of materials from a hardware store, rowdy as ever, and the front room became a full blown operation headquarters. The agitation on Joker's face could have soaked a sponge at the intrusion of the rowdy men, but instead of lashing out he threw the files back into the box haphazardly and let the blueprints coil back up on themselves.

"Harley, carry this box." He demanded, picking up the blueprint roll and moving to see what the haul from the store managed to bring him. It was like Christmas in his opinion, and there was something akin to a child's delight in his eyes as he picked materials and put them into a milk cart and joined Harley on the stage that doubled as their bedroom and his office. "Well, put it by my desk," Joker growled, not out of anger but out of focus as he put the milk cart he carried onto his desk and sat down. Some would say it was crazy to go back to the place he had just gotten out of, but he didn't care. They had done a number on him and all his logical mind could comprehend was revenge, not to mention getting the Bat's attention. He was going to take over the asylum and force Batman to come into its walls...make him experience just exactly what it is that each person he puts in there goes through. Make him understand that he's just as crazy as the people he puts in there... He was so lost in his thoughts and plans as he worked on a gadget that he hardly noticed he was building the start of a bomb until the sautering iron slipped and burned the bed of his nail. Hissing and barking out a swear word he brought the injured finger to his lips for a brief moment before resting the tool on its stand and lighting up one of his clove cigarettes. Two hours had passed and he hardly noticed.

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