#〚♢ 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗.♢ 〛prompts.

[clownofspades]

tag dump, 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆.

〚♢ 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎... ♢ 〛main .

〚♢ 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. ♢ 〛IC.

     〚♢…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎. ♢ 〛  ooc.

〚♢ 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗.♢ 〛prompts.

〚♢ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎.♢ 〛aesthetic.  

   〚♢ 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊! 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. ♢ 〛 answered.

     〚♢ 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. ♢ 〛inbox.

〚♢ 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗.♢ 〛visage.

〚♢ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒'𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐? ♢ 〛promo.    

〚♢ 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗. ♢ 〛friend promo.

 〚♢ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜.♢ 〛nsfw.

     〚♢𝚒 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗!  ♢ 〛edits.

〚♢ 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 & 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜.♢ 〛  headcannons.

〚♢ 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.♢ 〛 playlist.   

〚♢ 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐.♢ 〛        musings.   

〚♢𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 & 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚕.♢ 〛        faceclaim.   

[clownofspades]

Harleen watched him load the bullets into his gun, chewing on the delicate skin of her lower lip. There was a garden of guilt where the second Robin was concerned, blossoming between her ribs and tangling in her throat.

She had not been there when The Joker had taken his life, had played no part in the sick game that had ended him, but she hadn’t stopped it. It had been cowardice on her part that had prevented her from intervening; she had been on the receiving end of The Clown’s brutality when his temper mixed with his bloodlust, and she never wanted to risk that again.

Regret was not an emotion Harleen entertained often; the future was mutable, but the past was set in stone. She couldn’t change anything she had or hadn't done, but she could change things for the better now. If the kid wanted to take his pound of flesh after everything that had happened to him, she would do everything she could to help. It was the least that she could do.

Harleen opened her mouth to speak but promptly closed it. She wanted to apologize to him for all that had been taken from him, but how could she? What good were words when it came to the death of another?

❝I can get you in,❞ She offered finally, slipping her mask back on. Harleen grabbed her sledgehammer from its resting place against the wall and slid it back into the holster on her back. ❝He’s underground, trying to avoid the Bat. You could probably do it on your own, but it’s easier if I let you in. ❞

Harleen paused before adding ❝Whatever you do…just try not to die again.❞

ALIEN (1979) PROMPTS @clownofspades

harley said "i can't lie to you about your chances, but… you have my sympathies."

He was counting out the bullets as he loaded them, keeping a mental note of how many he had in the gun, in his pockets, because he'd use every last one to pump into the bastard's body if he had his say in the matter. It didn't matter if Jason had been beaten down by the man before-- killed by him before. Jason wanted to go home.

And he wouldn't until the Joker was under the damn dirt.

"If this chance don't fuckin' work, I'll wake up in a coffin and I'll try the fuck again until he does," he grunted out, not focused on the woman. "Thanks for the information... and the sympathies."