#jesterlicious

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@jesterlious​:

". I could make the party hot, I could make your body rock --- bitches say they FUCKIN' WITH ME, chances are they probably not !!  "  ( she was singing. ) much to anyone's surprise. singing LOUDLY out of her roof - less convertible. cardi b blaring.

she glanced to her left, and saw another driver giving her a LOOK. IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT SHE HAD MADE SOMEWHAT OF A SCENE AT THE STOP LIGHT. she decided to flip them off, and drive straight through. cars honking, and slamming their breaks behind her. laughter proceeded.

after a few miles Harley Quinn noticed that her tank is running low so she decided to pull into a gas station. she begins to fill the tank, but then leaves it so she can pop the trunk. IT IS THEN EASILY NOTICED THAT SHE HAD KIDNAPPED SOMEONE. @conjobbed to be exact ! she had left him in the trunk that was already stuffed with plushies , and other miscellaneous objects. his hands were tied, and mouth was gagged.

she reached down and removed the stuffing from his mouth before speaking ,. ". LISTEN ! we gotta long drive ahead of us , n' , I'm BORED. " she began to untie him , " ya ' can come sit with me up front. " SHE OFFERS OUT A HAND , " names harley quinn by the way !! "

                      ♦️♦️♦️

     It wasn’t the first time John had been kidnapped, although he had to admit it was a pretty rare occurrence and being stuffed in the boot of a car was a new experience. He wasn’t claustrophobic, but it was still a hardly ideal situation. John mentally backtracked his most recent memories.

      He��d recently arrived in America. It wasn’t a holiday, not exactly, sometimes he just needed a change of pace. He’d ended up in Gotham because he never did know what was good for him. Sadly, there was a big blank space between when he’d nipped out the bar to smoke and well — waking up in the trunk of a car. While he didn’t know Gotham quite well enough to be able to judge where he was from the sound of his surroundings, there wasn’t much else he could do.

     They were somewhere with heavy traffic, and he had the feeling that the person behind the wheel was a careless if not reckless driver. Great, another thing to worry about. What a way to go that would be after all he’d been through. He grimaced around his gag. The thump of bass on a vaguely familiar song made the floor underneath him shake. There was a cacophony of noise, a woman’s voice, not familiar to him. Somehow, that worried him more than if he had.

     None of this was helping the migraine that was forming. As they drove on, John hoped it wasn’t that much further. Suffocation was another anxiety, and he breathed slow and deep in order to remain calm and conserve whatever oxygen might be left in the trunk. When it finally stopped, John tensed. He was no fighter and he really hoped it didn’t come down to that.

     Bright light flooded the previous darkness as the boot was flung open and he squinted as he looked up at his captor. Once his eyes adjusted he realized it was someone he knew. Not personally but by reputation. It wasn’t a comforting revelation. She was effervescent, friendly as she pulled out his gag and began to untie him. He coughed as he unfolded his body from the trunk. John heard his bones creak as he stretched. His back hurt. He was far past getting too old for this shit.

     “Aye, I know who y’are,” John grumbled as he reached for his cigarettes. He frowned as he peered into the pack. It had been crushed during the ordeal, his own fault for buying a soft back, but how could he have predicted this? John was a wee bit psychic, but hardly clairvoyant. Well at least they were at a petrol station. “We’re gonna have a conversation in a tick, but right now I’m gonna go buy a pack o’ smokes an’ somethin’ t’drink.”

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@jesterlious

HARLEY QUINN WAS CHIPPER AT HER KIDNAPPEE NOT TRYING TO ATTACK HER , OR RUN AWAY. in fact, so much so that she agreed to his words, and walked with him into the gas station, there she waved, and loudly announced, “ HEY STANELY !! ” directing her words at the round-bellied middle aged man behind the counter. he smiled back, and seemed to know her. IN FACT, HARLEY WAS A REGULAR. she often stopped here when she was on the run from cops. Stanley, of course, didn’t know that , or if he did he turned the other way. never once tattling on her to the police.

“ pack of smokes , right ?? ” she asked — letting STANELY go ahead , and grab that , “ imma head to the little girl’s room. "

she headed to the bathroom , and on her way there she ended up spotting an old grudge. a nameless villain trying to get their foot in the criminal underground. Harley of course DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER THEIR FACE so as she spotted the female she just walked right past her , and into the bathroom. the girl turned to look at Harley and it was easily spotted that she had a gun , and motives. but Harley had already walked in the ladies restroom. the girl following suit. scuttle could be heard from the bathroom , along with loud fighting noises , and eventually Harley walked back out. HER KNUCKLES BRUISED.

“ ya ’ ready ta’ go ?? ” ( she smiled. )

John hummed softly as he watched her flounce off. He nodded at the other man, muttering a short, 'aye, give us a tick.' As he moved to the back of the store, where there was a line of well lit cold cases full of a dazzling array of choices, John realized that it must have been some time since he'd bought anything but smokes at convenience stores. Juices, bottled coffee and tea, fizzies, energy drinks, milk, and protein shakes, he was terribly overwhelmed and didn't even have to pretend to study his options while he ruminated on his current situation.

He couldn't pull a runner, even using a bit of magic to conceal his escape. For one, he had no idea where he was, and trying to thumb a ride pretty much guaranteed he'd get snatched back up. There was just too much he didn't know. For all he knew she had someone in a second car following behind in case something went pear shaped.

Judging from the commotion of violence coming from the direction Harley had gone and the fact that Stanley wasn't too concerned, John wasn't going to have any allies here. He wondered what she wanted from him. The possibilities were pretty endless given his reputation.

So he sighed deeply as he snagged a bottle of water and went back up to the counter. He scanned the cigarette brands long enough that Stanley prompted some passive aggression in his reiteration of 'can i get you anything else?' John cave him a contrite look.

"Sorry, ah, couple packs o' Luckies, ta," John nodded at him, paid, and finished right around the time Quinn was returning from the bathroom.

"Wot happened?" John asked drily. "Y'fall in?"

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@jesterlious​ said: “did you do something different with your hair?”

     “Jesus, Harley, I just woke up,” John groused as he moved through his kitchen, making his morning coffee. “Where the hell did y’come from anyway?”