INNOCENCE IS NEVER NEW

h a r l e y   q u i n n
PRO-LEAGUE BIRD CATCHER.
penned by TINKS
she/her. gmt. first est. july 2016.
ind/sel/pri. proceed with caution.

THE DIARY
THE CASE FILE
DIAL-A-CLOWN
THEME CRED

BLACK KEEPS BLEEDING THROUGH


OSWALD

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  A hand reached forward, fingers pulling the document toward him and into better sight. He adjusted his monocle as he quietly examined it, careful to hide any frown or look of disappointment as it did appear to be a legitimate contract. This didn’t come as a surprise to him; Joker had been after his club for a while and perhaps he thought such a move would intimidate him… 

  But if the clown thought he was afraid of a little “friendly competition” then he would surely find that the joke was on him. when his eyes returned to hers he smiled back, although it wasn’t half of ‘the cat who ate the canary smile that she wore. 

  ❝ Penguin, my dear. I
    prefer Penguin.
 

He said, as he held the document out for her to take back.

  ❝ Neighbors, hm? Then
     I suppose we will be
     seeing a lot more of
     each other. What fun

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        Oh how she couldn’t wait to report back to her PUDDIN’, tell him all about her little meeting, right down to every single little expression plastered upon the Penguin’s face as she handed him the documents. Of course it was all above board, it was so very important to her Puddin’ that everything with this be done on the books seeing as it was basically their last cent being poured into the venture. They had to make something out it, and if it got them closer to taking every single building surrounding the Penguin’s own club, well, it was money well spent. 
        Leaning on his desk, she peered over the documents at his expression before her smile morphed into a smirk as she retrieved the them. Folding them up, she beamed back at the man,  ❝ Oh OSWALD, we’re going to become such good friends! You wanna be my FRIEND, don’t ‘cha?  ❞  In one swift movement, she switched, pushing herself up and onto his desk, sitting herself up as if she owned the damn thing. Leaning toward him across the desk, the smirk returned as her head cocked to the side, dark eyelashes batting twice before a laugh escaped painted red lips.   ❝ Now OZZIE, we’ll be expectin’ you at the grand openin’ of course! Bottle of the finest champagne on ice with your name on it! On the house, of course! We look after our neighbours! ❞

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