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quiet_tiger) wrote2012-10-02 10:24 pm
quiet_tiger) wrote2012-10-02 10:24 pm
Ficlet: Lies Will Keep Us Together
Title: Lies Will Keep Us Together
Author: Quiet Tiger
Universe: General
Genre: Drama-y romance-y? Depends on your point of view, I guess
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Harley, Joker, Harley/Joker
Word Count: 337
Warnings: Innuendo, but not a lot
Summary: Harley dresses up for Joker.
Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
batfic_contest theme "Little White Lie."
~*~
“Whaddya think, Puddin’?” Harley strutted around their hideout, tight black material hugging all of her curves even as the cape swished behind her. The boots were a little ungainly, but maybe she’d get used to them. There was a lot to get used to about the outfit.
Joker cocked his head and analyzed her, bony fingers rubbing his chin as his narrowed eyes roved over her armored body. “It’ll have to do.”
Haryley’s smile dropped off her face. Nothing she did was ever good enough. “But I made the costume, and the cape, and the belt, and the cowl… I worked so hard collecting what they left behind and getting them to use all their stuff on me to see what it did-- ”
“But something’s missing.” He tapped his middle and index fingers against his lips. Pouting, Harley was about to explain just what her Puddin’ was going to be missing if he didn’t make up his mind, when he grinned and straightened. “That’s it!”
Frowning, Harley asked, “What’s it?”
“That scowl. It completes it!”
“It does?”
“Absolutely, Harley.” He stalked up to her and grabbed her around the waist—under the cape and around the belt—then spun her to the side before pulling her tight against him by her gloved hand. Murmuring, he asked against the edge of the cowl, “Doesn’t it excite you, knowing how well you can imitate Batsy?”
Frankly the very fact that he’d asked her to dress up in this particular costume rang some warning bells in her head. However… “Just so long as you like it, Puddin’.”
Practically purring, Joker answered, “Like it? I’m dying to see what he hides under all that armor, and just what he can do with all those toys…”
Harley squeaked as Joker’s hands roamed to places where the armor hinged, and gave herself up for lost in his arms. So long as Joker was happy, Harley would do whatever he wanted, even role play as his nemesis. That’s what love did to people.
~*~
A/N: I wish I had more time to flesh this out a bit, but RL is kicking my ass right now. As it is the idea kind of ran away with itself, and I'd like to explore it more. Joker really does have a thing for Batman, and poor Harley just can't help but indulge him. ...maybe that last sentence should be the summary, but I don't want to spoil the story.
Author: Quiet Tiger
Universe: General
Genre: Drama-y romance-y? Depends on your point of view, I guess
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Harley, Joker, Harley/Joker
Word Count: 337
Warnings: Innuendo, but not a lot
Summary: Harley dresses up for Joker.
Note: For
batfic_contest theme "Little White Lie."~*~
“Whaddya think, Puddin’?” Harley strutted around their hideout, tight black material hugging all of her curves even as the cape swished behind her. The boots were a little ungainly, but maybe she’d get used to them. There was a lot to get used to about the outfit.
Joker cocked his head and analyzed her, bony fingers rubbing his chin as his narrowed eyes roved over her armored body. “It’ll have to do.”
Haryley’s smile dropped off her face. Nothing she did was ever good enough. “But I made the costume, and the cape, and the belt, and the cowl… I worked so hard collecting what they left behind and getting them to use all their stuff on me to see what it did-- ”
“But something’s missing.” He tapped his middle and index fingers against his lips. Pouting, Harley was about to explain just what her Puddin’ was going to be missing if he didn’t make up his mind, when he grinned and straightened. “That’s it!”
Frowning, Harley asked, “What’s it?”
“That scowl. It completes it!”
“It does?”
“Absolutely, Harley.” He stalked up to her and grabbed her around the waist—under the cape and around the belt—then spun her to the side before pulling her tight against him by her gloved hand. Murmuring, he asked against the edge of the cowl, “Doesn’t it excite you, knowing how well you can imitate Batsy?”
Frankly the very fact that he’d asked her to dress up in this particular costume rang some warning bells in her head. However… “Just so long as you like it, Puddin’.”
Practically purring, Joker answered, “Like it? I’m dying to see what he hides under all that armor, and just what he can do with all those toys…”
Harley squeaked as Joker’s hands roamed to places where the armor hinged, and gave herself up for lost in his arms. So long as Joker was happy, Harley would do whatever he wanted, even role play as his nemesis. That’s what love did to people.
~*~
A/N: I wish I had more time to flesh this out a bit, but RL is kicking my ass right now. As it is the idea kind of ran away with itself, and I'd like to explore it more. Joker really does have a thing for Batman, and poor Harley just can't help but indulge him. ...maybe that last sentence should be the summary, but I don't want to spoil the story.