EDDIE

            ^{It was the moment of settling that he enjoyed most. Letting his skeleton sink into the couch after all that tension had taken hold of him for so LONG a stretch. The unlatching of the singular jacket button before his long arm flopped off of the couch was a lazy and over dramatic move if there ever was one but it was another step toward that comfort he sought. But ah, he knew, he knew she’d be itching for info. He better TELL her then, hadn’t he? About to open his mouth and then ah, she started to comb her delicate little hands through his hair and he stopped. Mid-thought and it STALLED. 
            Perhaps it was what he craved, really. That strange intimacy he found with no one but a body still beneath his hands and blood under nails. But this was something that scratched that ITCH ever more strangely and Edward was quite unsure whether it was something he should allow. Though, in this state conscience was buried under other matters. He was brought out of his train of overlapping thought by Harley’s hand SCUTTLING it’s way across his chest. It prompted a smile in any case, even if this were usually not meant for him. Her charms were known and they were not for people like him. Not outside of a sense of SILLY reverie. 
            “Mmm, a little.” he hummed, some subtle roll of his eyes before they closed. He was settled in now and there’d be no moving Edward if she wanted to play this game. Cat and mouse. See if he’d KISS kill and tell. Tie came away with some silly chuckle for all she did was want more, more more.  Demand so obviously and deliberately that he’d be goaded, but all she did was make him GRIN that much wider. Head rolled to face her that little bit more yet his gaze wasn’t afforded, it still dwelling behind lids. “I’m not telling youuuu…”
               He goes from gloating to pitiful in seconds. But some pitiful kind of BLISS is what he dwells in, fear sitting far back in his body. Not writhing around his heart as it usually would but sitting low in his ribs and threatening to sink out of him if her cold hands carry on. It’s the slight DRAG of her sharp nails against his skin, it makes him die. Breath shallow in his lungs. No one touches him like that, no one- 
            “A wrought iron poker. It took a while. He deserved it.” he said quietly, still dwelling on her small AFFECTIONS with closed eyes. Blind to little but her for now and the hand that fidgeted over his own was soon taken up. Tangled with his. He was staying right HERE.} 

        _{It was calming in some way, relaxing with him, allowing herself to enjoy his company, to want and crave his attention and stories like a starved child. That’s what this was, a craving now, for attention and for intimacy in a way she’d been denied for so long. But this? This was more of a GAME, more of a thing of pushing and pulling, seeing how far she could go before she’d be told no, or how far she’d even allow herself to go. The entire thing was idiotic, dangerous, like walking on eggshells, and she was reveling in it. This wasn’t like pushing her Puddin’, she knew the consequence of that, of making him snap, of pushing those buttons just a little too much. Pushing Ed was… well, it was completely new and slightly exciting. 
       Oh but he was playing too, he was giving her just enough to keep her guessing and keep her wanting. Not exactly giving into her, but giving her tasters, teasers. And oh it was working. It was back and forth to the point that she wasn’t sure who was the cat and who was the mouse, nor which of them were enjoying the game most. Gaze drifted to closed eyelids, corners of her lips curling at his chuckle, the sound was something she’d wished to hear more, it wasn’t like he laughed all the time. No, he wasn’t like her Puddin, he didn’t find amusement in the little day to day things, not the way HE would. But wasn’t that the excitement of his chuckle now? She had amused him. She’d been the CAUSE. 
       Bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as he rolled his head to face her, words taunting her, goading her into pushing forward. Now now Edward, don’t push when you don’t know who you’re pushing or what that person could be capable of.   ❝ You TEASE!  ❞  She uttered, almost a whisper before she grinned to herself, attention taken by the difference in his breathing, the way his chest would RISE and fall, more shallow than it had been a mere few moments before. Had that been her own doing? Was she imagining it? Was she out in front in their little game? Was she winning? Oh.. She was definitely winning. 
       ❝ Sounds like it was messy, and exhaust—-  ❞ Sentence stopped mid-way, her breath almost catching in her chest as he took her hand in his. Smirk finally returned to her lips as her right hand left his hair, preferring to move downwards, finger grazing his jawline for a second time. Tip of her nail dragged down his neck, coming to a stop at his collarbone for just a second before she began tracing  tiny shapes against his skin. Bringing his hand to her lips, she paused, lips pursed as she exhaled one tiny breath.  ❝ As I was saying… It sounds exhaustin’… But I don’t think you’ve told me enough, Eddie. Don’t you wanna SATISFY my curiosity?  ❞  Moving in a few centimeters, she pressed her lips to the back of his knuckles, finishing with a tiny flick of her tongue and an amused smirk.  ❝ Devils in the details, Eddie…❞}  

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PUDDIN’

            ^{She never knew when to quit it and the fact she still hadn’t LEARNED that simple discipline drove him ever to edges he never thought likely to encounter. But there she was, smiling even with his hand around her neck. Smiling more because it was there, likely. SICK PUPPY. Attentions and affections were just fuel to the fire, despite trying to control it. Acknowledgement of any kind suited her needs well… Pure luck that she was so versatile, perhaps. Or just well trained, either would SUFFICE.} 

            ^{Gaze followed her as she walked along still, hand gripping at a deep crimson shirt. Seemed to pull him along the street like the boss in all this and that thought alone took a hammerstrike to aggressive ego. A dog on it’s leash about to bite it’s owner and Harley’s continued efforts only sought to make him more RABID. As she sidled up again came a roll of his shoulders, column of spine grating in attempt to shrug her off. Head turned passive yet not without grinding teeth soon set in a tensed jaw. Mind closed off now. GO AWAY.} 

            ^{But sugar sweet breath dancing on his tongue made blues close in lazy defeat, own slithering from between bitten lips to taste the air. Pale SNAKE of a man writhing under the weight of her almost pressed against him, almost. Question caught him guilty and a flicker of a smirk twitched at a red mouth. “Uhuh…” Turned sly and wanting and bloomed into a satisfied grin, sordid thought taking his mind’s eye ELSEWHERE now. “Oh, yeah, I’d like that, I’d like that… very much…” Arms still remain at his sides, sprawled out into the air to stop him reaching out. Couldn’t give her what she wanted, couldn’t. Then her tongue ran his mouth and she was soooooooo            DEAD.} 

            ^{He’d warned, threatened, promised. Wasn’t his fault, wasn’t his fault at all- Arms loop around her quick and shock strong frame HAULS her over his suited shoulder, legs likely kicking in protest. Wherever they got to, previous plans could wait until scores were settled and he kept that thought in mind as he marched back to the confines of the club with her in tow, however QUESTIONABLY in her willing. Heart thudded with want and he’d laugh at himself later, surely. A rough hand rakes at bleach white thighs, a bite falling against her hip through thin clothes as he continues on. Multi-tasker. Who said ROMANCE was dead?}

         _{All was fair in love and war, and to Harley that couldn’t have been more true. After all, wasn’t love just a battle you had to win anyway? She’d been at that damn BATTLE ever since he’d walked into their very first session, and while it had been hard at times, most of the time she was charging straight ahead, a war cry screaming passed her lips. Right now she was a warrior teasing the enemy, just waiting for them to strike out like a coiled cobra, seemingly calm and serene until that very last moment where it was already too late. You’d never jump out of the firing line of a cobra, you’d feel the STING of it’s teeth before you had a chance to breathe. 
        He wasn’t amused, yet she didn’t care, she’d  break him eventually and get the reward she so desperately craved; his undivided attention. It wasn’t long before he gave in, telling her exactly what she wanted to hear. He wanted her. Just like she wanted him, thirsted for him. Her own grin matched his, head cocked to the side, pink and blonde curls falling over one shoulder as she watched him, and without another single word, she felt the pressure around her mid-section before she was hoisted over his shoulder, marble white legs kicking with a squeal of pure delight. Hands propped her head up before a YELP escaped through painted lips as his teeth sunk into pale bleached white skin. Hands reached downward as nails dug into his back through his shirt, raking upwards as she gripped at red material. 
         ❝ A little HARDER next time, Puddin’!  ❞ she uttered through a laugh, legs dangling and kicking with each step he took back toward the club. Hand reached up to twist a strand of blonde hair around one dainty slender finger, a playful grin plastered across her face.  Pushing herself up against his back, she smirked before drawing herself closer to his ear.  ❝ I wanna scream your name so loud, the whole of Gotham hears…  ❞ Grip tightens on the material of his shirt, nails raking against clothing, pushing against skin.  ❝ I want every single person in the club to know what we’re doin’, I want each and every one to be so JEALOUS they can barely breathe..  ❞   Relaxing against his shoulder, she grinned before reaching down to bite his back, a tiny nip this time. 
           ❝  Rip my dress off. Throw me against a wall. Fuck me til my eyes roll…  ❞ almost whispering the last words, an amused giggle escaped as she threw her hair back, legs dangling once again.   ❝  Come on, Daddy…  ❞}

(Source: witchekingarchive, via clownbleach-archive)

JAY

             ^{He knew all too well what it was like. The feeling of hunting, BEING hunted. Both sides of the coin were known well to him if only from a result of wanting to tear himself apart in thinking it might have ever solved anything. So he knew that, the notion of strange HANDS reaching out to grab a hold in the dark. What was only more disturbing was the fact that those hands were his and they could claw at his rib cage much more easily than stab him in the back. No one knows the way to a man’s heart better than his own twisted sense of PARANOIA, right?
            Still, he shrugs that off quickly because she doesn’t want to know that or see the subtle shake in his forearms. He’s past that now, only so TAKEN by the thought because it’s night time and he’s trying to sleep some. Her being in his bed didn’t trouble too much yet neither did it comfort either. The thought that no one had been for over a year now cut slices of normality out of a past and unscarred life and TWISTED them. Perhaps it was some kind of a betrayal on the woman he did all this for. Question never lay in what his long gone ghost of a love would have wanted. He didn’t DESERVE it in the first place. 
            “You’re cold?” he asked, confirming merely to keep himself COHERENT and on the right track. Conversation mattered. Whatever lingered in the back of his mind in half-dreams and whispers didn’t. Truth was that he needed the cold or he’d sweat himself to death at night, clawing at the sheets in sleep locked PANIC and drenched in mere products of fear. It shone upon his brow now, bleach marbled side of his face still hidden from her in the half light. For all she could be understanding it still dwelled as REFLEX to face away from her.
            Quick thinking led him out of bed, soon sloping across the room to the closet and pulling out a blanket. It was given over without a WORD, though a small huff of amusement left Jay. Quiet and barely there, laughing was an effort, but her silly talk entertained. Hesitant pause, pretending to be staring out of the pokey window into the orange lit street. But then did he sink back into bed, taking up staring at the ceiling once again. A USUAL pass time whether she was there or not. “Penguins won’t get ya now.”}  

          _{He had got her into this whole mess, a part of her knew that much, but she also knew that he hadn’t held a gun to her head and that she had dived in headfirst without so much as glancing ahead. No, the blame for this was not on him, it was on her own head. He needed help and she was the only person willing and able to give it to him. Some people deserved their comeuppance and while some people may have had Jay committed for good, Harleen had taken a step back to look at the situation, knowing full sure that no matter what anyone said or did, Jay had his mind made up and there was nothing anyone could do to change it. He wanted REVENGE for his wife. Simple.
          Her head nodded in reply to his question, no word in reply being uttered as she curled up on the bed. Her own apartment was like a sauna compared to this one, but truth was, she was terrified to go back there especially by herself. The last few weeks had made her contemplate taking up some form of self defense class, just to take some precautions if she were to get further involved in this crazy plan of his. And let’s be honest, she was neck deep in it now and that was not going to change any time soon. Eyes scanned the darkness, the bare minimum light enough to cast shadow on his face. Not that she minded. 
          Most would have considered him MONSTROUS, some hideous demon that had crawled from the darkest depths of someone’s nightmare, but to her, no, he wasn’t that at all. It had been a shock at first, especially when she had been expecting the man from the photograph in his file. But now? No. She didn’t see it, the terrible monster she was sure he saw whenever he glimpsed himself in some reflective surface. He was JAY to her, just Jay and he was far more than what he saw day to day. Pulling the blanket around herself, she managed a tiny smile at his words before she nodded her head once again.  ❝ No, just pneumonia to worry about now…  ❞ her tone was light, teasing as she watched him sink back into the bed, her lips pulled upwards into a smile. 
          Silence enveloped the room as she turned on her side, eyes scanning the darkness once again, only barely able to make out his features and the marble white skin of one side of his face almost obscured. Pushing her hair back behind her hair, her brows furrowed as she fell into deep thought.  ❝ Jay…  ❞ voice low, almost a whisper as she pushed herself up to lean on her elbow now, eyes still adjusting to the absence of light.   ❝ What’re you gonna do…? When you find THEM, I mean. What then? And what about after? You can’t do this forever.  You’ll end up hurt or… —-  ❞  Lips pursed as she trailed off, frowning intensified as she searched for the right words.  ❝ You’re gonna get yourself KILLED.  ❞}

(Source: jesterbleach, via clownbleach-archive)

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       ↳   cont. from here 

        _{It was bad enough knowing that somewhere out there someone was watching, but it was someone who knew where her apartment was, someone who knew what time she went back to said apartment, and knew that she went back ALONE. She couldn’t stay there tonight, she just couldn’t take the chance, and thankfully Jay had no qualms about letting her stay. The couch was her domain, and while she was willing to spend the night with springs digging into her back, it was the chill, the COLD which made her venture forth toward his bedroom where she knew a source of heat was emanating. 
        She moves forward silently, only stopping in the door frame for a moment before the need for warmth pushes her toward the bed without a single word. Climbing in slowly in an attempt not to wake him, her head laid down on the soft pillow, heavy eyes closing even as his words cut through the silence. Pulling the covers up and around herself, a shiver ran down her spine as she snuggled down into the middle of the bed, a little closer to him now, basking in the heat radiating from his body.   ❝ It’s FREEZIN’ on the sofa….  ❞
        Eyes flicker open slowly, adjusting to the darkness, only able to make out the shape of the figure beside her, no features, only an outline. LEE. It had sounded so strange at first, yet hearing it from him now… it just made her feel far more relaxed than it had done before. Pulling the covers around herself again, she moved herself closer to where he was laying in order to steal some warmth.   ❝ You don’t mind? I’m literally so cold I’m about to start attractin’ penguins! Ever heard of investin’ in a heater? How you haven’t caught pneumonia by now….  ❞}

EDDIE

^{“See, the thing is-” Hands clasp together, as if in thought.
       “You probably burn CEREAL- And I’m not gonna clean that catastrophe up.”}

               _{❝ Oh like you’re such a culinary genius! I can cook!
                           Like y’know… PASTA and stuff…  ❞}