((I feel like a dummy…))

((I got on here, excited to RP again for the first time in a while… but my problem is that I’m so… moldable… I can fit myself to RP any character I want, really, and I get so indecisive… and… gah, I’m sorry, guys… :( ))

((Gonna get off for a bit))

My head is killing me….

((Off to bed I go))

((Fun day back… May be back tomorrow :) Bye all))

He simply smiled widely and slipped the blade over her cheeks and spilled blood before tugging her hair harder and suddenly throwing her to the floor, away from him. “Next time… I won’t be the one handling you. Harley can be much worse… when given the right incentive..” He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her.

He shook his head calmly and in pseudo-shock. “No… no, no, no , no, no!… No..”

He suddenly snapped his hands forward and instantly had his blade in her mouth and her hair tugged and wrapped in the other hand. “You see… I like doing the dirty work myself… BY myself… Me…” He licked his lips and smiled widely. “What you offered was too easy… And frankly, this is fun.”

He suddenly took the knife from he mouth and placed it at her throat, sliding it across ever so lightly so that the metal kissed her skin.

“Well…” He smirked and let out a sharp breath and pushed her a good foot away. “It usually involves this knife… and a nice face for me to carve…” 

He smirked widely and had no choice but to hold on to her. It was that, or lose his footing and fall back. “It depends what you mean by fun, toots.” 

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The Joker looked up and smiled at the familiar face. Poison Ivy. How he adored her. “Hello, Red” He smirked and stepped closer; not close enough to do any damage, but close enough to get some sort of reaction from her. 

He’d been bored himself, having just come back from the dead practically. He needed a laugh, and this attitude of Ivy’s wasn’t cutting it for him. He figured he’d go old school and try out for the buzzer. No blood lust, just a couple of giggles… Hopefully… He held out his hand for her to shake and smiled. “How… nice… To see you…”

Was it wrong that he almost laughed right there on the spot?

He went ahead and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, triggering the joy-buzzer in his glove to shock her. The moment she flinched he started laughing pretty hard. Not as hard as he would have under… different… circumstances. But hard, nonetheless. “You’ve known me for how long, and you still fall for that! HA!” He gave her one of his twisted smirks.

He finished laughing and decided to actually greet her. He held his left hand out for her to shake and before that, he had taken off his glove to show it was clear of any buzzer of any kind. “No problem. If you only knew how long I’ve been gone… Ugh..”

He grimaced for a moment. Sure, he deserved that, no doubt. It didn’t stop him from chuckling about it. Not even an hour back in town and he already felt his urges returning to him. The best part was he felt it in his pockett. His knife. But he had to resist… He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to.

“I guess I did” He said with a smirk, then added “Gotten more bitchy than I remember” with a mumble

“Yeah..?” He smiled. His adrenaline was pumping and he felt his blood flowing lucidly through his body. “Funny, I made a similar promise to Harley..” He smiled and finally got to fixing up his suit.

“I came by to actually pay you a visit… but…” He managed to make himself seem composed and shoved his hands in his pockets, shaking a bit, and touching the tip of his knife, “to assume i came here with ulterior motives… Ivy, that’s just absurd!”

“You sure are right about that last part…” He breathed in sharply as he cut his thumb with his knife in his pocket. As he felt the blood trickling, his instincts seemed to start taking control… It wouldn’t be long…

He didn’t say anything… He couldn’t. He just… slowly took his knife out from his pocket. His hand was suddenly steady and he was in control for the most part.

His mouth just sort of twitched into a smile. Whether she was scared or not, he didn’t care. Truth is, he was bored and wanted some of his own brand of fun. And he’d get it no matter what. “Just come on over here, Red… I promise I won’t scratch you up too bad…”

He quickly lunged and pinned her against the wall, just looking at her. He smelled the blood from his thumb which he cut earlier and smiled wider than he had during this whole encounter.

“You’re right. We should fix that huh..?” He smiled devilishly and held the knife up to her mouth and stuck it on the inside of her cheek, pressing hard enough to draw the tiniest bt of blood before he started curving the knife upward and into her toxic lip. He made sure to keep his face a good distance from hers.

“Hmmm…” He took another good look at the woman before him… He fixed his own clothes as he said “Well… it’s a good look on you…” and he shot her one of his winks. “What brings you around here?” he asked? He didn’t remember meeting new people at all like this.

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The Joker looked up and smiled at the familiar face. Poison Ivy. How he adored her. “Hello, Red” He smirked and stepped closer; not close enough to do any damage, but close enough to get some sort of reaction from her. 

He’d been bored himself, having just come back from the dead practically. He needed a laugh, and this attitude of Ivy’s wasn’t cutting it for him. He figured he’d go old school and try out for the buzzer. No blood lust, just a couple of giggles… Hopefully… He held out his hand for her to shake and smiled. “How… nice… To see you…”

Was it wrong that he almost laughed right there on the spot?

He went ahead and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, triggering the joy-buzzer in his glove to shock her. The moment she flinched he started laughing pretty hard. Not as hard as he would have under… different… circumstances. But hard, nonetheless. “You’ve known me for how long, and you still fall for that! HA!” He gave her one of his twisted smirks.

He finished laughing and decided to actually greet her. He held his left hand out for her to shake and before that, he had taken off his glove to show it was clear of any buzzer of any kind. “No problem. If you only knew how long I’ve been gone… Ugh..”

He grimaced for a moment. Sure, he deserved that, no doubt. It didn’t stop him from chuckling about it. Not even an hour back in town and he already felt his urges returning to him. The best part was he felt it in his pockett. His knife. But he had to resist… He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to.

“I guess I did” He said with a smirk, then added “Gotten more bitchy than I remember” with a mumble

“Yeah..?” He smiled. His adrenaline was pumping and he felt his blood flowing lucidly through his body. “Funny, I made a similar promise to Harley..” He smiled and finally got to fixing up his suit.

“I came by to actually pay you a visit… but…” He managed to make himself seem composed and shoved his hands in his pockets, shaking a bit, and touching the tip of his knife, “to assume i came here with ulterior motives… Ivy, that’s just absurd!”

“You sure are right about that last part…” He breathed in sharply as he cut his thumb with his knife in his pocket. As he felt the blood trickling, his instincts seemed to start taking control… It wouldn’t be long…

He didn’t say anything… He couldn’t. He just… slowly took his knife out from his pocket. His hand was suddenly steady and he was in control for the most part.

His mouth just sort of twitched into a smile. Whether she was scared or not, he didn’t care. Truth is, he was bored and wanted some of his own brand of fun. And he’d get it no matter what. “Just come on over here, Red… I promise I won’t scratch you up too bad…”

He quickly lunged and pinned her against the wall, just looking at her. He smelled the blood from his thumb which he cut earlier and smiled wider than he had during this whole encounter.