#it also will not be scary or harmful for snakes' reputations or anything like that

[scoriarose]

Psst, other snake caretakers

I have an idea for April Fools-

who wants in? Private message me for deets.

[thenamesseven]

Word count: 2597

Leaning on your desk, you tiredly watched how your last costumer walked away happily and gladly satisfied after finding what you two have been looking for, for almost one hour straight. Honestly, you didn't know how you managed to survive another day of your new routine.

Yeah, things have slightly changed. Your father got sick and unable to work, you knew he wouldn't trust any stranger to take care of his precious library so in order to not let him down, you volunteered to deal with it. Oh, how genuine you were. It was not that you disliked working there, in fact, you loved the book shop your father has had for 7 years now. It was the most popular in town and even when there weren't too many customers everyday, your family had made it possible for the shop to survive through the years.

However, no matter how much you enjoyed working there, you also loved to have time for yourself which happens to not be possible since you're on your third year of University. Basically, you were drowning in assignments, tests and projects. Balancing work and a career was the most stressful thing you've ever done in your life but somehow, you've grown accustomed to that stress, you now didn’t feel like crying whenever somebody asked for your help to find a book at the shop or frustrated when the kids looking for their picture stories didn't let you read your notes in peace. You would almost say your life was slightly perfect, balanced enough for you to be happy everyday, if it wasn't for  the one thing that was missing. 

Your nights at the bar. You were only able to returned once after the night Kihyun and you talked for the first time but he wasn't there. Assuming he was probably working, you drank your shot and headed back home. Although now that you physically didn't have time to go there and look for him again, you couldn't help but worry about Kihyun getting the wrong idea. What if he thought you grew tired of his games and moved on? What if he interpreted you absence as you having zero interest on him? Let's just hope that wasn't the case because you would regret losing somebody like him during your whole existence.

Even if he was dangerous.

Shaking your head, you let a soft sigh escape your lips, maybe what happened was the right thing for you? Surely, you didn't need all of those problems that probably came with dating a soon to be Mafia boss. You started picking up the books the people had left scattered on the tables where they could read, you truly hated when somebody just took something they knew they wouldn't buy but don't return it to the object's original place.

“Ah, is it seriously too much work to put things back on their place?” You asked to yourself, carrying the little pile of books around as you looked through the shelves.

Humming to decrease the silence that was filling up the place, you started putting each book where they belonged, making sure everything was on its place. You weren't a cleaning freak but you insisted on keeping the books organised in a certain way since it was way easier to find them like that. You were about to put the last book on the shelf when one fell down, since life hated you, you didn't have time to move away and the book slammed your head making you hiss in pain.

“Ugh” Your hands flew to the top of your head, your legs starting to move around to release some tension “Motherfucker” You whispered, groaning in even more pain.

You would have kept swearing if it wasn't for the chuckle you heard behind you. Turning around quickly you held up one of the books that were on the floor as if it was the best weapon you could come up with. When your eyes landed on a really surprised Kihyun, with his hands raised over his head and trying to keep himself from laughing you didn't know wether to hit him, to kick him out of the shop or to simply ignore him.

“Please don't attack me with…” Kihyun squinted his eyes trying to read the title of the book “The amazing story of Pyramids vol.II” He scoffed “Why bother making a second book when nobody is going to read the first one?”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lower lip to avoid smiling as you bent down to pick up some of the books that have fallen down. “You shouldn't be here, the shop is closed” You said placing the books on the table, sighing tiredly. It wasn't that you were avoiding him but you knew your dad wouldn't be happy of he knew Kihyun was around you.

“I’m not looking for a book” Kihyun said, sitting down on the desk next to your pile of books, watching you put the books on the shelves “Honestly? I was looking for a girl who really likes staring, she usually comes to my club but I haven't seen her around too much lately”

“Wait” You turned around to look at him, Kihyun smiled proud of stealing your attention from the books on your hands “The club is yours?” He nodded chuckling “Actually that would explain why you were always there”

“Mhm, so you always went there to look for me?” He asked teasingly

“That’s not what I said”

“I always went there looking for you though”

His confession got you almost choking on air. Even in your first conversation Kihyun seemed to be a little daring knowing you were too shy to be like him. You turned around to look at him, one of your eyebrows raised as you rest your hands on your hips.

“Got it, you are busy” He said still with that boyish smile that you liked so much. “Brought coffee, since you're not coming to me I decided to come to you” Kihyun pulled out two really warm and steamy coffees from the plastic bag he had been carrying with him. “And I also brought us a chocolate cupcake knowing that you probably haven't eaten since this morning”

“Stalker much?” You asked jokingly, taking the coffee from his hands. Your fingers brushed against his making Kihyun smile even more “Thanks though, I really appreciate it”

“You accused me of kidnapping before, why wouldn't I stalk you too? Isn't necessary to stalk your victim before kidnapping them?” Seeing your poker face, Kihyun laughed shaking his head “I'm joking, I just happened to know you are studying and working at the same time...It’s obvious you would be pretty busy”

“And how exactly do you know that?” You crossed your arms staring at him, Kihyun looked guilty as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Just asked around”

You weren't buying that, Kihyun was too powerful to waste his time asking around like a normal person for just a girl. However, it would make more sense if he had investigated your private life a little, it wouldn't surprise you to be honest.

“You knew my name before I even told you” Scoffing you sip your coffee, he smirked

“You knew mine too, didn't you?” He replied amused

“It...That...It’s not the same” Kihyun smirked at your response, picking a book from the pile as he gaze at its pages.

“Why is it not? You knew my name, I knew yours” He shrugged keeping his attention on the book.

“You have a reputation” You replied, making yourself busy again with the books as the both of you talked.

“Do I?” Kihyun asked, you kept your eyes on the shelves not wanting to look at him. He wasn't scary, it was just slightly intimidating. “What is it said about me?”

You shrugged, reaching up to get a book that wasn't in the right place “That you are really powerful, one of the most powerful men in the city” You heard him smile proudly, cockily at your words. “Scary and cold are also words that people use to describe you”

“Do they?” He said curiously “What else?”

“Dangerous” You replied without hesitating “People say you are really dangerous”

When you turned around to get another book you were met with Kihyun's hard body cornering you between the shelf and his chest. There wasn't any exit, you wouldn't move from there unless he wanted you to. He was looking down at you with a bright smile, his face a few inches away from yours. Kihyun's hand reached up to brush some hair behind your ear, his fingerings lingering on your cheek.

“Am I?” He asked softly, staring into your eyes. “Do you think I am dangerous?”

“No?” You weren't sure about your own answer. It was true people considered Kihyun as a dangerous man and you knew some of them had reasons to believe it but so far, he hadn't done anything to harm you. Actually, he had been really sweet, bold and kind of funny to be honest.

“You should” His voice got lower, a shiver running down your spine. Kihyun's face was close to yours, the hand he had on your cheek slipping down to the back of your neck “Because I'm not a good man (Y/N)”

“I'm not good either” You instantly said without thinking, he was too close and your mind was literally panicking “I swear sometimes” Kihyun chuckled, taking the opportunity to rest his forehead against yours.

“I witnessed that, I definitely going to have nightmares tonight” He made fun of your words, making you laugh.

Your laughing was interrupted by him leaning down enough to press his pink yet extremely soft lips against yours. At first, you were too shocked to do anything so Kihyun just moved his lips against yours, letting you taste the sweetness of his mouth, the sin in his tongue when he licked your lower lip. Kihyun tasted like the coffee he brought for you, it was bitter but so sweet at the same time.

So addicting.

Your arms moved on their own, wrapping around his neck to pull yourself closer to him. He was quick to respond to your gestures, snaking his arms around your waist as your back was gently pressed against the shelf. When you slightly turned your head and opened your lips granting him permission to deepened the kiss, Kihyun groaned against your mouth as his grip around you got tighter.

“I wanted to do this since the first time I saw you” He whispered against your slightly swollen lips, his hands moving up your sides “I really don't know what the fuck you're doing to me”

He gently moved you away from the shelf, the hand he had on your neck moving up to get tangled in your hair while he leaned back in to melt into another deep kiss. Kihyun guided you, never moving away from your lips as his hands stayed in safe places not wanting to make you uncomfortable. He was turning you into a puddle, your legs were starting to feel weak, the thrill of having him...The Yoo Kihyun not getting enough of your lips was about to make you beg him to touch you, to never stop kissing you. Your lower back met the edge of the table, Kihyun's gentle hands lifting you up to sit you onto it, spreading your legs with his own body to keep a short distance between you two.

“Kihyun” His name came out of your lips, half as a moan and as a whisper. A quiet growl got out his lips as he moved back to look down at you.

“Don't say my name like that (Y/N)” He said seriously, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he caressed your skin with his thumb. “Say it again and I'll wreck you, I'll break you…” His lips moved down your jaw to your neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses after every single word he said “I'll make you mine”

A quiet gasp escaped you, hands running down his chest gently when his lips hovered over yours. Close enough to let you feel his warm breath but far enough to not kiss you. He was teasing you, Kihyun liked to be in control or at least that's what you guessed seeing how he acted.

“Look at you” He whispered teasingly, his dilated pupils staring into yours “Such a good girl wanting to play with me” He chuckled kissing your lips shortly, making you whined at the quick contact “Don't play with fire (Y/N)”

He leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips. You knew this was wrong, that he belonged to a world in which there wasn't enough space for people like you but you still wanted him close to you, you still wanted Kihyun's body against yours. Same about him, you had caught Kihyun's attention since the moment your bold eyes met his and didn't look away scared or panicking. And tonight, when you threatened him with a book...God he wanted you, he needed somebody so innocent, so sweet in his life.

“You're going to get burnt” His voice was muffled by your opened mouth kisses, your hands gripping the back of his shirt.

“You'll be there to take care of my wounds” You replied, not even knowing what you two were talking about but not wanting Kihyun to walk away.

He gasped at your words, gently gripping your hair. You trusted him without knowing each other just like he trusted you.

“(Y/N)” His voice was weak, vulnerable when he spoke against your lips. He wasn't kissing you anymore, the both of you were just pressed against each other trying to catch your breath.

Right when you opened your mouth to say something, his phone started ringing in his pocket. Sighing slightly frustrated Kihyun glanced at the name that was shown on the screen when another sigh left his lips.

“Shit...I…” He looked up at you unsure of what to do. You knew he probably needed to answer the call and you being around wasn't the ideal situation for that. Kihyun needed to go but it's obvious he didn't want to move from between your legs.

“It's okay” You cleared your throat awkwardly, letting his shirt go as you looked at him “I-It's getting late anyways”

Kihyun frowned with a smile on his lips “You didn't care about that five seconds ago” Laughing you slapped his chest, making him move back so you could get off the table.

His phone rang again “Go, you're going to get in trouble” You said fixing your hair, throwing the cold coffees on the trash.

Kihyun rolled his eyes smirking “Baby I’m the boss, I'm the trouble” You shook your head, laughing at his silliness “Careful on your way back home okay?”

You lifted your eyebrow looking at him “Yes daddy” His smirk got bigger, getting your words in a dirty way “Get out!” You shouted blushing furiously.

Kihyun laughed walking closer to the door, when he was almost out, he turned around “You know what else I am?”

“Mhm?”

“Dangerous”

Kihyun winked at you but ran out of the shop before you could hit him with a book.

Even though he was only joking around, you knew those words weren't a joke.

Kihyun was so dangerous.

But so god damn addicting

[utagan]

Story of the Medusa

I once visited Basilica Cistern in İstanbul years ago and her image stayed with me ever since. Even though the place it self was a bit scary looking, like transporting to the different reality which made me uneasy. I didn't feel anything negative while looking at the sculpture of the Medusa.

She had been coming to my mind occasionally but I didn't researched about her because I thought she was evil and nothing to do with my practice. Well I was wrong.

Her story;

She was mortal woman with 2 immortal sisters (Sthenno and Euryale).

She was a beautiful maiden, too beautiful for staying safe and away from the gods.

She remained pure and became a priestess at Athena's temple. Then one day she noticed by Poseidion. She rejected him multiple times, because she had to stay virgin to continue to be priestess at the Athena's temple. Poseidion got angry and sexually assaulted Medusa at the temple of Athena. After Athena found out about what happened she decided to punish Medusa for all of this. She turned her hair into snakes and made her eyes cursed, whoever looked at them turned into stones. And Medusa we know had created.

She was targeted by many because of the powers of her cursed head. But all the warriors turned into stones untill Perseus showed up. Perseus received several gifts from the gods to defeat her. He killed Medusa with the bronze shield given by Athena while she was sleeping. Pegasus emerged from the dead body of the poor Medusa. Pegasus was the child of Poseidion and Medusa.

Head of the Medusa played an important role at the wars of the gods and used as a symbol of protection against evil by people.

Some people say Athena didn't cursed her, she protected her from harm. Well I don't belive in this personally because she gave a shield to the Perseus to fight with Medusa, and also there is myth of Arachne which is not a good reputation. So this version of the myth seems more likely to me.

[ellana-ravenwood]

"You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” 1/3- Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : You have been married to Bruce for quite some years now, and you both knew it was inevitable that you’d get in danger one day...but you really never expected the Joker to start to be obsessed with you. CHAPTER 1/3. 

Warnings : mentions of sex, also, Bruce is “old” if that bothers you in any way...If your like me and have a thing for older guys, then carry on please.

FINISHED SERIES : PART 2, PART 3 

my master list blog :  @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Looking at yourself in the mirror of your bathroom, you groaned and turned around to glare at your husband that was taking a shower. He immediately felt that you were staring, but to his disappointment, it wasn’t for the reason he hoped for...

-Is something wrong dear ? 

-Yes Bruce, something’s wrong. How old are you ? 

-...What ? 

-Just answer my question honey. 

-...Hum, 46 ?

-Yes. 46. You’re 46 years old.  

At the way you were looking at him, mad as Hell, standing in the frame of the shower door that you just violently swung open, billionaire ex-playboy superhero Bruce Wayne got kinda worried. He was trying to figure out what he did that could have pissed you off that much, as you were really difficult to annoy, almost never getting angry...But boy when you were angry, it was scary. Apparently now though, you were more annoyed than mad. So he was trying to remember what he could have done. 

He knew it didn’t had anything to do with his nightly activities, as in over 10 years of marriage, you never told him anything about it (even though when he or your children came back hurt, it was some of the worst moment of your life...). On the contrary, you were very supportive and even helped most of the nights, monitoring the bat computer while he and your batkids were out. Gotham was your hometown, and you loved it, you knew it needed the Bat. So this didn’t have anything to do with him aging and having to stop being the Batman...So...What the Hell did he do that was related to his age ? He was staring stupidly at you, under the warm water running from the shower head, his hair sticking around his face.

-46 years old, and still acting like a goddamn teenager ! Look at that Bruce ! 

You were showing him the countless love bites he left on your neck and collar bones the night before...and he couldn’t help but smile. So that’s what it was about. 

-It’s not funny ! You know you do that every time, and I scold you about it every time. Because then, I have to find dresses that cover the marks, so that I don’t pass for a teenage girl having her first experience with stupid boys who think love bites are hot. You know your charity thingies and others balls are full of judgemental pricks and yet...Erf, you’re so annoying. 

-You didn’t complain when I made them...

-Well obviously old man, because my judgement is definitely clouded when you pound into me like you did. 

He smiled even more, and you soften a bit. He smiled like this only to you, and you couldn’t get mad when he was looking at you that way. But still, damn him and his love bites. 

-For real though, I don’t mind them on my stomach, on my thighs...wherever really as long as they’re not in view ! 

He extended his arm to you, and you took his hand, entering the shower as well. He immediately buried his face in your neck, but you pushed him away because you noticed something else...

-Oh my God look at that Bruce, I don’t even remember you making some on my fucking calf ! It goes all the way up to my knees ! 

-I do remember. That’s when your legs were on my shoulders...

He had his infuriating trademark “batsmirk” on his face, and it annoyed you so much that you decided to skip the traditional morning erotic shower, you pulled away from him, and he groaned at the loss of your warmth. 

-I don’t need more markings, if you know what I mean. 

-I can just suck on the place that already have some...

You just glared some more at him, and went to your make-up cabinet. You could probably just try to make all of those damn love bites disappear with a bit of concealer...you felt his presence before feeling his hands slowly settling on your waist. 

-Sorry love. Really. I just can’t help myself, your skin always calls to me...

You turned around and raised your eyes, as the man was quite taller than you. You gave me a look, with raised eye brows, that meant : “really ?” and he just smiled some more. He took the highest voice he could, and, putting his head behind your shoulder, imitated your skin’s “voice”. 

-Suck on me Bruce, devour me, make me yours...also, you’re the most handsome and intelligent man I ever met. 

You looked at him and couldn’t stop the incredulous laugh that escaped your lips. He loved your laugh, amongst other thing. He smiled back at you, thinking about that special effect you always had on him. When you were around, he was just a bit more carefree and silly. You made him feel like he could almost be a normal man, and though he still had his moments of sadness and darkness even when he was just with you...you just made things easier. He lived for your soothing hands gently going threw his hair, as his head rested on your chest...You pecked his lips and bring him back from his daydreams. 

-You know, if anyone could see you right now, the entire Batman’s reputation would be ruined...

-Aren’t I’m glad that you’re the only one here then ? 

You shook your head, and added, simply to provoke him a little :

-Besides, the most handsome man I ever met is Clark, but I guess you can have the most intelligent one. 

As you reached for your clothes,  he stopped you, grabbing your wrist in his hands, and raising them a bit above your head, pinning you against the bathroom wall. He had another kind of smile on his face now, a smile that was also only directed to you...You recognized it and tried to push him away. Your comment about Clark definitely set him on the mood, and his sly and mischievous look made you melt a little.

-I’m still mad at you honey...

-Then let me make it up to you my love. And show you that Superman got nothing on me...

And as his hand started to roam your body, your judgement got clouded again. It got clouded very hard. 

Bruce kept his promise as he didn’t make new marks on your body, sucking, biting and kissing where he did last night. 

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Trying to hide the few love bites that you couldn’t conceal right with your make-up, you shifted awkwardly in the middle of a huge ball room, waiting for Bruce to return with the glasses of Champagne he went to get. 

People knew you as more than his wife, as over the years, you became an important part of Gotham. You were very involved with what happened in the city, helping Bruce run Wayne inc. So as you waited for your husband, a wave of people swarmed you to just talk with the famous Mrs Wayne. People were always...kinda fascinated by you. After all, no one would have ever expected a poor girl from the Narrows like you to get hitch to Bruce freaking Wayne. And yet...You were just someone that intrigued a lot of persons. Men and women were attracted to you, not that you were the most beautiful, but you had such charms. They just wanted to be your friends, to be liked by you and to be like you. Bruce often said that it was impressive that you didn’t make anyone jealous or envious, that they just liked you...You always answered him that you’d rather be hated, as you were an introvert and those balls and such always exhausted you mentally. You’d dream to be on your own right now, your anxiety rushing threw your veins. Or at least just with your family. 

Speaking of which, out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Jason, Tim and Damian starting to fight, and you gave them a menacing look. They instantly stopped, under the gaze of a very amused Dick and Duke, and a smirking Stephanie and Cassandra. You mouthed the word “Behave” and they understood that if they didn’t, they’d get in so much trouble. For some reasons, they were more afraid of you than your husband...Granted, you rarely got mad, but when you really were, you were scary as Hell. 

You saw Bruce finally making his way threw the crowd with two glasses of champagne, and you gave a sigh of relief when he snaked his arm around your waist. You weren’t alone anymore, you could totally face what was coming. 

Turned out, you actually couldn’t. Because what was coming wasn’t really expected. People and their questions about you, Bruce or your children ? You could handle it. A psycho suddenly barging to crash the party ? Not so much. Well, it happened before, but you somehow always avoided to be in danger...until today. 

You and Bruce were casually talking with some acquaintances when it happened. You felt something cold on the small of your back, just above your husband’s hand, and you immediately recognize what it was. 

A gun. 

As he felt you stiffen, Bruce turned to you, and the smile on his face faltered. Slowly turning his head around, his jaw clenched so hard you could hear his teeth cracking. 

The Joker. 

It didn’t really surprised him. Of course, the man was suppose to be in Arkham Asylum, but it wasn’t his first escape. The thought of how he did it this time didn’t stay long in Bruce’s mind, as he was more concerned that one of his most fervent enemy was slowly taking you away from him, his filthy hand on one of your arm, as the other held a gun to your spine. 

He knew that one day or another, something like this would happen, and threw the years, he did everything possible to keep you from harm. He succeeded all this time, over ten years...And here you were, in the Joker’s arms, and Bruce couldn’t help but take a step forward as he saw that monster bend down and whisper something in your ear.

-I’ve seen you on TV Mrs Wayne -he whispered, and then louder :-...And don’t come closer mister I’m-the-most-loved-son-of-Gotham, or I’ll perform right here and now my most famous magic trick and turn you into a widower. 

You stayed silent, not loosing Bruce’s eye contact. You could see the fear in his eyes, and it made your heart stumble. He couldn’t loose you, it’d kill him. But being at the center of attention as he was, he also couldn’t discreetly sneak out to put his suit on. Same for your children, who were just staring at you, shocked and scared. Frozen, not able to react at all. You were the center of the family, this couldn’t happen to you, without you nothing would work...

And before they could realize anything, before any of them could try to do something...You and the Joker were gone. Bruce ran after you but you just simply disappeared. He swore and, followed by his children, rushed to the bat cave. 

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You lost consciousness as soon as you exited that ball room. Now, coming back to your senses, you were a bit lost...until the memory of what just happened came back rushing at you. 

At first, you panicked. But you soon regained a semblance of calmness, as your mind was working 100 miles per hour with ideas to try and escape. 

You weren’t tied up, laying on a nice king size bed in an elegant room. You were wearing a beautiful old school (favorite color) night gown, and couldn’t help but shiver in disgust at the thought of the Joker changing your clothes. Touching you. 

You sat up, and looked around. It felt like you were back in your own house, in Wayne mansion, the room looking almost exactly like it...and another shiver went down your spine as you realized the Joker knew how your bedroom was, meaning he already went there. The only details that told you you weren’t home were the walls...Hard and cold concrete walls. 

Without a sign of hesitation, you started to explore the room, looking for a possible exit. 

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In the Bat cave, Bruce was frantically looking threw files and files of possible intel on the Joker’s whereabouts on the bat computer. Tim was helping him.

Jason, Damian, Stephanie, Cassandra, Duke and Dick were roaming the city, interrogating potential Joker’s associate, trying to stay calm. But that night, more than one low life criminal ended up in the hospital after an encounter with one of the batkid.

Alfred was trying to stay hopeful, ignoring his fear of something bad happening to you...He loved you like a daughter, and hated the Joker with a passion. That damn clown already hurt the Wayne family so much...He fixed cups of coffee for Tim and Bruce, and as he approached the latter, he could hear him muttering to himself. 

-Blaming yourself won’t help her right now, Master Wayne. 

-You don’t understand Alfred, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t try anything. I just stared at her like an idiot. If she dies, her blood’s on my hand...

His voice faltered at the end of the sentence, and both Alfred and Tim knew what your death would do to him...They weren’t sure he’d ever be able to come back from whatever deep and dark well he’d fall into. Tim spoke, his gentle voice resonating in the cave.

-We all did nothing Bru...Dad. It’s not just your fault ok ? Know this at least...just in case...Just in case. Because we’re gonna find her. Alive. No questions about it. 

Alfred shook his head sadly. 

-And what could you have done my boys ? Reveal to the World who you really were, and making Joker’s day by doing so ? Do you think he would have let you do anything anyway, and not just shoot Lady (Y/N) ? 

They didn’t answer; but they knew he was right. Alfred was always right...

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No exit. Of course there was no exit. There wasn’t even any door...Panic started to swarm you again, but you shut it down. No. You weren’t going to be scared of him. You were gonna fight. Bruce trained you for years in case something like that was to ever happen. 

With rage, you destroyed a wooden chair and tried to sharpen it as best you could, making a stake out of it. You’d at least get a weapon. As you were about to start looking around again for a possible escape, a voice you immediately recognize started to play in speakers that were attached to the corner of the room. 

-Don’t tire yourself little one, there’s no way out. 

Dr. Harleen Quinzel, more commonly known as Harley Quinn, the Joker’s most fervent partner. Another shiver ran down your spine, she always gave you the creep, even before she went all crazy. You hated shrinks. 

-What do you want from me ? 

You refrained yourself from adding a “bitch”, thinking it probably wasn’t the best idea to provoke such a woman. 

-Me ? Nothing. Actually, if it was only up to me you’d be long dead doll. Loonnnnng deaaaaad. 

-Then why am I not ? 

Silence answered you. For a few minutes, nothing happened, and you thought she left. But her voice came back, a bit weaker than before. 

-Because, Mrs Wayney...Well...You see...

A few minutes past again. 

-What ?! 

Harley Quinn’s voice came resonating in the room again, almost just a whisper. What she said made you more scared than you ever been before...

-Because, you’re Mister J’s new obsession, Sugar. 

TO BE CONTINUED ;) (this is a three part story, thought I’d try my hand at a little serie :D).