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"Why stay in Gotham?"
throughout his life, blamore found that he'd made a surprising discovery that sometimes, the most difficult questions were the ones thought to be simple; ones like 'what do you believe in?' and 'do you like who you are?' but blamore couldn't remember a single time where a question had been posed to it about why it had stayed here all this time, when it could've easily gone back to france, or literally anywhere else. he supposed this was probably because no one ever really cared enough to ask — or, because when someone actually tried to wrestle something genuine out of it regarding what it referred to as its past life, blamore had this nasty habit of lashing out at them.
the good moments of it were hard to remember after all; mere flashes compared to all of the bad times, which were like an ever-present smog in blamore's mind. it was a mistake to open up to harley about how all of his remaining family members were likely still in annecy and so it was alone here. but at the same time, blamore almost felt kind of grateful that she asked it this question. it completely stopped in its tracks when those words escaped the other's mouth; the sound of rain beating down on the umbrella blamore carried, as well as a sharp inhale, being the only thing to fill the silence between them for a few moments.
he was still here because he wanted everyone here to suffer like how he suffered. day after day, and night after night, the creature had tried its best to do what its father would've wanted it to do after all: to 'help people because they can always be better.' but after a long line of both perceived and real betrayals by people, blamore had cast out that very same ideology, as all it had caused it was pain. if only sacha (his father) hadn't believed in these undeserving people so much... he'd still be alive, he thought. blamore turned on its heel then to face harley as it pursed its lips. with its eyes focused on the ground and blinking rapidly, it then spoke up, ❝ why does anyone stay here? just because i told you i have family in france, harley, doesn't mean that they would welcome me back into their lives with open arms. ❞
blamore's red-rimmed eyes darted up to meet harley's then. due to stress, it's grip on the umbrella it held tightened slightly, ❝ so i guess it's just a matter of me not having anywhere else to stay. and i've got unfinished business here, because i did not become like this on my own. ❞
the lopsided smile already on blamore's face widened a bit when harley blushed and it also adopted a sort of teasing quality to it. it was almost as if he was non-verbally saying 'well... that was not something i was expecting to see today,' while its eyes trailed off to the side. a mirthful chuckle then slipped through its lips when harley made that comment, even though murder was not something to be taken with a grain of salt, to say the least. ❝ oh, if i wanted to kill you, i wouldn't be inviting you to a second location to do it. and you haven't done anything to wrong me — so, why would i, anyway? i understand the caution though. my bone ability sometimes makes people really nervous. ❞
after loosening the trench coat he wore, it abruptly took the clothing off of his person; draping it over its mostly exposed arm as blamore wore a sleeveless top. ❝ well, if it does become too hot, we could always just move into the shade. but you don't need to worry about me. i'll be able to feel if things cross the threshold into me getting too much sun. ❞
❝ let's find a secluded spot where we can bask in the sun together. ❞ (sentence starters related to the sun for a plant monster? sign me UP)
Harley blushed and eyed Balmore up and down with intrigue at the question.
"Sounds really nice but ugh...I am hopefully this ain't like an invitation to murder me in like a park. What... a girl can't be too careful. My real concern is.. What if it gets too warm? Do I need ta' worry about ya' burnin' or anything?"
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ooh, gosh — you're going to make me cry ;; it is SO freaking sweet of you to send me this and to also just be thinking of me in general!! thank you very VERY much for such a lovely message ❤️ i just want you to know that the feeling is definitely mutual, as you seem like such a kind person OOC, and i love the way you portray harley. so i really do hope that you've been having a fantastic friday thus far and that you have the BEST weekend ahead of you ((: i'm sending you ALL of the love right nowww!!!
blamore carefully maneuvered one of the basil plants in its ribcage to no longer be twisted against the bone. this happened sometimes when he wore a trenchcoat out, but that damn thing was the only way it could go out being semi-unnoticed; so it was kind of a double-edged sword since if his plants got hurt... blamore would also feel hurt. ❝ obviously, yes. i mean the park is great but they opened up a cat café here recently — and what could be better than being surrounded by a bunch of cats? ❞
he smiled widely and let out a chortle while lightly grasping harley's shoulder, as blamore seemed to be clearly excited by the prospect. it rose an eyebrow at what she was saying then before removing its hand, ❝ pfft, well, i am not someone who can be so easily bought by money. and i'm not interested in taking care of other's dirty work. but i believe you. things like betrayal, whether it's real or not, drives people to want to do some crazy things. ❞
blamore would know all about that. that was the very reason why it was going on its current twisted crusade to throw gotham off even further into the deep end, until nothing was left. ❝ mm. i was living in the east end with my... dad before, harley. so i think i stopped being startled by gunshots at about the age of twelve, ❞ it hesitated at first to share that tidbit of information with her but continued. ❝ though, it could be possible that it becomes an uncontrollable thing. i think that is a pretty slim possibility however. because, as a rule, i have to envision in my head what i want a bone to look like before summoning it. ❞
blamore only glanced at the pollution making itself visible before proceeding on to walking into robinson park. it didn't like looking at it, and knowing that even if it did its best to help combat it, that it wouldn't be enough to help clear it. nature was him in a way now. perhaps not as intensely as it was someone like ivy, but the plants inside of him quite literally had a connection to him.
❝ ahh. yeah, the general rule is to water plants in the early morning when it's this hot. you've got to give the water enough time to soak in and in the afternoon... that water will tend to evaporate. ❞ a slightly awkward chuckle came from him before he said, ❝ do you and ivy, ahh, routinely hang out with each other? i personally haven't had the pleasure of meeting her. ❞
"So the park ain't the only place you wanna take me?," she said surprised. Usually meetings consisted of a dinner a drink, rarely was it entertained like a date. Then again Balmore made an intriguing point, she really had not done anything to anger him.
" People get paid off fa' tha' silliest of things. Sometimes money is all it takes. I'm shocked that a simple rumor can bring on a hit. Depends on how scandalous it is."
Looking over his arm as a precaution Harley simple shoot her head that she wasn't necessarily scared of him. " I don't think I'm exactly scared of that. I mean don't get me wrong it's spooky, but I think I'd be more cautious that you lost control of that ability. Knowin' my luck I'd get a spike straight through me cause you got surprised by a champagne cork or well it's Gotham ... lets be realistic, A gun shot. Ehhh I suppose there are far worse ways ta' go."
The Gotham summer beat down upon them, as they stood on the outskirts of the inner city. One could see the cloud of pollution making a haze like the city itself was a mirage. Robinson Park almost looked like Eden as they began to walk up the road leading to grassy lawns and manicured hedges.
" Well that's good cause Ivy's plants didn't exactly tell me they had preferred times to be watered, but I learned noon on a hot day isn't tha' best."
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needless to say, whenever harley came over to blamore's greenhouse that day, things really weren't going that well for him. the last week or so had gone by in a complete haze for him. and it had all but forgotten that it had obligations to fulfill today. one of these actually was a meeting he'd set up with harley, which he seemed really excited about a few weeks ago whenever they originally planned it. but something had happened since then that drove blamore to the point where he physically felt like he was unable to get out of bed... along with it vastly neglecting the health of its own plants, as well as just itself in general.
some of the creature's plants were starving for water to the point where they'd become wilted in fact. plus, blamore's own body besides that had been plagued with hunger pangs that only got worse as time went on. though he was seemingly so depressed at the time that neither of these things mattered to him. now, in response to the sound of a gentle 'pitter-patter' of steps heading his way, blamore stirred for the first time in a little while. its eyes opened as its tail lethargically swept over the sheets it laid on to this 'intruder' and tried to lift itself up; but failed as a result of its lack of energy.
blamore then thought about making the thorns inside of his legs surface, but stopped as soon as he felt himself being pulled into this person's lap. a barely audible hum left its lips as bleary eyes partially focused on harley's face, ❝ mm, what? what are you doing here? ❞ blamore could hardly keep his eyes open as all he'd been doing lately after he'd ran out of tears was sleep. its breath hitched as its head lolled to the side to rest against harley's shoulder. ❝ god's... you're so warm. i'm sorry, can i just — ❞ blamore let out a mix between a chuckle and a sob. ❝ can we just stay like this for a little while? ❞
it was cold where he was. this could've been for any variety of reasons, blamore thought; from his body not being able to generate enough heat to a cold front suddenly coming into gotham. though, admittedly, it thought it would've heard something in the news if the latter was happening. blamore shivered from it all the same however. maybe he shouldn't have let what nico did to him hurt him as much as it did, which he thought was what ultimately led him down this spiral. but blamore also couldn't push aside the fact that taking medication for anything off-and-on probably wasn't a good idea. thus, that could've had a part in this all hitting it like a quote unquote 'truck.'
he didn't know. there might've been warning signs that something was changing with blamore after it had a fight with nico, its doctor and first friend after the whole wreck that was its transformation — but did it even matter at this point? this was something blamore believed he always came back to. he had buried his head in his legs, as they were pulled up to his chest now, and just hoped that the pain he was feeling would just stop already. blamore's pain unfortunately didn't stop at his stomach either. it likely had a myriad of problems from not getting up once for a week, some of them being perhaps a bit more concerning than others.
with the lack of activity came an increase in blamore's nerve pain. and it had never wanted to be anywhere else more than it did when it felt like electric shocks were coursing through its body, one after the other, while knowing that he couldn't get up even if he likely wanted to at this point. blamore had spent the last thirty minutes trying to use any modicum of energy it had to move into a position that would make it easier for it to breathe... his ribs being constricted in his current one, but struggled even with that. blamore blinked several times and tried to read harley's lips to better understand what she was saying then. did she say, `i told you i was coming?ˊ
that's when he remembered talking to her about meeting him here. what a tragic stroke of fate. the water that went into his ribcage had absorbed almost immediately, blamore reaching a hand in to cut one of the wilted flowers off of their stems with a sound of distress. it would hurt even more pruning them all and it hated thinking about that. blamore only swallowed thickly at what harley said at first, pushing himself up further against the flagstone, ❝ mm. well, i didn't want to bother you with my problems. i figured you were probably busy and i just... ❞
he sniffled, rubbing the spiraling mushrooms on one of his arms and grasping his arms with the appropriate lichen-covered hand opposite of it. another sob left its mouth, ❝ i couldn't get up. which i didn't even care about anymore during, like, the third day. because i'm sick of being in this body, and not knowing who i am. i mean, i knew who i was when my dad was still around, but not anymore. ❞ blamore rubbed at one of his eyes before cutting off another one of his wilted flowers. it looked down at it, sniffling once more, ❝ i mean, i originally thought i must've been brought back like this for a purpose. but i really feel like i don't know what i want or what i'm even doing here sometimes. ❞
Harley pulled up to Balmore's estate excited to discuss the future. Granted they were flirtatious at times, perhaps overly cautious, but it had been a long while since the blonde could let her hair down. The criminal underworld despite it's characters still had this unwavering ways. Anything and everything could be used as a weakness, and yet despite Balmore's position he never one had exposed her to shame for his own gains.
Normally, he was one to greet her, but when the house appeared empty Harley became unerved.
"Hello..., helloo.... ,"her voice echoed through the halls. Poking her head into various rooms, they seemed unchanged and more tidy than usual. Perhaps he simply had the cleaning crew in early and had stayed at a pent house within the inner city. All the same, if that was the case, why would they meet here? It wasn't until she reached the greenhouse alarms began to ring. This small place was a utopia of restoration and a peace of mind to him. Now this space seemed overgrown and unkept, like a graveyards left unmanaged and succumbing to its own thickets of briar and vines.
It took a few tries to open the door, but as the metal raked across the stones, she covered her ears gasping at the humidity surrounded her in a giant gust. Refocusing her sighs, she looked around. When she saw the outline that was clearly her good friend's, she choked even saying his name. Pulling him into her she cupped his neck checking for a pulse. He lay like a wraith in her arms and fear made her question... was I too late. When he shuttered Harley was surprised that in his state he still had the ability to talk.
"Shh... I told you I was coming remember," she questioned searching his features, before ripping herself from his grip. Unwinding the hoses, the blonde turned the pressure on saturating the ground with puddles as she walked back. The flagstone Balmore was upon began to take water, as it rushed along small crevices before reaching him. Despite it all Harley then stayed with him brushing back his mop like hair as she looked down.
" I said I'd come... if you needed me sooner I woulda' come jus' the same. Please tell me you knew that," she asked looking down.
as he scratched at one side of the spines around his neck, blamore squinted his eyes in displeasure. it soon realized that there was one thing it didn't even think about before deciding to lay on the sofa bed - and that was that grime would, as a matter of fact, collect on his body the more time he spent there. when blamore pulled away its claw-like fingers from its neck, it did see dirt, after all. ❝ right. ahh, so me thinking i would be bothering you was wrong. i didn't know you wanted to spend that much time with me, ❞ his voice lowered slightly while he cut just one more decayed flower off of its stem.
blamore would have to do the rest later; this was starting to seem like an effort it should only do when it had all of its energy, with how it was painful. blamore hummed out of uncertainty only to try to take harley's advice and relax. he really wanted to stand up now, however, as evidenced by the way he was shifting awkwardly to try to crouch on his heels. the creature held onto the stone next to it seemingly for dear life before standing up halfway shakily. blamore frowned and pressed a hand to its forehead with a groan, ❝ maybe i don't have to fancy up, chère (dear), but that doesn't mean i don't want to. it is you after all. ❞
even with a throbbing headache and trembling legs, he didn't seem to be able to help himself from flirting with harley at least once. she was truly special though; for, the offers that the other was making to assist blamore were kind of a big deal to it. his eyes trailed up from the floor to the other as a bittersweet smile tugged at his lips, ❝ i see. i hope this isn't presumptuous of me to ask this, but is this coming from personal experience? ❞ blamore's tail lazily swung out to the side, the very end of it shaking against the ground slightly, ❝ i guess you're right. thank you for being here, and for wanting to help, harley. ❞
a prickling sensation coursed over the left side of his body and soon evolved into a sharp burning one near the base of his spine. inhaling deeply, blamore then chuckled a bit at her choice of words, ❝ okay. but what about it is 'posh,' though? i just need one thing more than any other right now. there is a blue pill bottle that should be on the kitchen counter. would you be able to get it for me, please? ❞
" I can't promise I'm not busy, but I would not say I don't have time ta' talk. We schedule things or you come over... cause that is what ya' should do," Harley said before flinching at the sight of Balmore removing decay from him.
"Ya' don't have ta' fancy up because of me. If ya' want I can help with that...but relax," she chidded taking in the greenhouse as she absent mindedly tried to untangle his hair.
"Well ya' got a clean slate. Ya' can think of it as a celebration of life... like a birthday. It's bad when ya' find out who you are ... sometimes its sad and will make ya' angry, otha' times its disappointin'. Jus' think what ya' want to be or could be. Yer' not gonna figure that issue out ova' the span of a day. If anythin' I did clear my calendar fa' you... I can help ya' clean up... get a snack. You jus' tell me where things are... cause yeah no offense some of yer' stuff looks a bit posh 'en I don't wanna break it."
blamore scratched the back of his neck at that. the way she said it so plainly made his heart feel a bit fluttery, so he felt as if he had to take a moment, ❝ well, i don't think i know an elliot, but alright. that is certainly fine by me. and i don't mind spending time with you either. ❞ it nearly stumbled when it had gotten up, but blamore stopped itself just in time by crossing its legs. he pressed his back against the structure he was in front of and averted his eyes at his lichen-covered feet. at least they weren't affected by how blamore had spent his week, though lichens were known to be quite hardy organisms in general. it did have to lip-read to pick up some of harley's words, but nowadays, that was a rather natural process for it.
blamore let out a half-surpressed chuckle, ❝ your wish is my command, harley. as for why i just stood up on my own, i think my bone abilities work differently than ivy's powers with the green. i don't think i could even summon a wishbone right now if i wanted to after all. ❞ he held up a hand and envisioned a bone in his mind, but a barely visible one emerged from his skin before dropping back into it. it dropped its arm back by its side with a smile tugging at his lips out of amusement, ❝ yeah, i don't think my cat would appreciate a bunch of holes being everywhere. i did get someone to agree to watch her a few days ago so i should probably be picking her up as well. ❞
although blamore's mood hadn't turned to an indifferent one on purpose from what he could tell, he had to acknowledge this: that his normally happy-go-lucky attitude was currently a bit harder for him to maintain. so, blamore tried to remedy this with harley by saying something, as it could tell the atmosphere in the room changed a bit. ❝ i apologize. that came out wrong, it seems. i didn't mean to say it in a 'what do you mean its posh?' in a rude kind of way. i'm just tired, but of course, that's not your fault. it was just supposed to be cheeky. ❞ he shrugged his shoulders slightly and offered her a sheepish smile. ❝ yeah, i can't deny that its a privilege that i was able to find this place. there are so many people out there who deserve more than what they've gotten. ❞
blamore straightened the neck of the blouse he wore a bit, ❝ i have to say, this greenhouse was abandoned whenever i claimed it, though. so i was telling the truth whenever i said i used to live in the east end with my dad. he kind of wanted us to be there, though, because a lot of people needed help in that area... and he believed that gotham could be a better place if even just one more person was looking out for others more. ❞ he rubbed his arms with the appropriate hands that were opposite of them. ❝ thus, my family wasn't rich or anything, but choosing to be there did probably say something about my family's financials. i used to take those kinds of things for granted though; i mean, for example, having a backyard like you said. but i realized pretty quickly that i should've appreciated it more once i got into my old work. ❞
blamore stated all of this genuinely, though deliberately kept out the part about what his 'work' used to be. it decided to try to lift the mood then by joking around, ❝ ahh, i speak french because i am from france, harley. what — did you think i spoke in this goofy accent just for fun? ❞ a hearty laugh slipped through his lips as he very lightly punched the other's shoulder, before nodding. ❝ france is a beautiful country. maybe someday, i could show you where i grew up there. ❞ blamore smiled whenever harley said she'd get its pills for it. the moment she asked about where to go, the creature projected his voice over to her to let her know where it was.
the label on the bottle said it was gabapentin, an anticonvulsant, and blamore uttered a soft 'thanks' before accepting it. it took one of the pills dry before pocketing it and explaining. ❝ i haven't been able to take one of these in days and they stop my nerve pain. so... as you might be able to imagine, i'm hurting. ❞
" I can't promise I'm not busy, but I would not say I don't have time ta' talk. We schedule things or you come over... cause that is what ya' should do," Harley said before flinching at the sight of Balmore removing decay from him.
"Ya' don't have ta' fancy up because of me. If ya' want I can help with that...but relax," she chidded taking in the greenhouse as she absent mindedly tried to untangle his hair.
"Well ya' got a clean slate. Ya' can think of it as a celebration of life... like a birthday. It's bad when ya' find out who you are ... sometimes its sad and will make ya' angry, otha' times its disappointin'. Jus' think what ya' want to be or could be. Yer' not gonna figure that issue out ova' the span of a day. If anythin' I did clear my calendar fa' you... I can help ya' clean up... get a snack. You jus' tell me where things are... cause yeah no offense some of yer' stuff looks a bit posh 'en I don't wanna break it."
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the storm had come out of nowhere that night, blamore thought, as there was a very low chance of it raining. but regardless of that fact — there he was with harley while they were out on a day trip he'd suggested they go on... a torrential downpour soon making it so that they couldn't return home because the roads they needed to take to get back to gotham were flooded. and this left blamore with virtually no choice but to get them a nearby hotel room to stay in as they were stuck in ocean city now. despite that, however, blamore tried not to fret about their situation.
though they were greeted by a rather interesting sight of there only being one bed in the room once they opened the door. the woman up front must've thought that they were a couple, or something, blamore had told harley at the time. so it resolved to share the bed with the other once the both of them were tired and did his best to just stay on his side of it. upon cracking its eyes open in the morning, blamore discovered that somehow, it had ended up in harley's arms and vice versa.
his breath hitched then but he noted that he didn't feel any signs of discomfort surface in him; all of the blood going to blamore's head instead. with a newfound dizzying feeling forming in its brain, all it could focus on was that harley looked really beautiful. the rays of sunlight streaming into the room did seem to be hitting her at just the right angle. blamore leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on her lips without thinking after, and this caused him to immediately want to apologize to harley. but the distinct sensation of a hand tracing up his chest made blamore realize that perhaps she actually liked the kiss.
tingles ran through its body as the bones within its ribcage were being touched by harley. as he swallowed thickly, the thumb of the hand he'd already used to cup her cheek when he kissed her gently caressing her skin, ❝ oh. i was about to say i'm sorry, but i don't think you'd be doing that if you hated the kiss. though correct me if i'm wrong, ❞ a chuckle slipped through his lips as the top of its cheeks were now ever-so-slightly rosy. ❝ would you... like for me to kiss you again, harley? ❞
the more that harley talked about this man named 'hush,' the more that blamore didn't want to ever meet him. i mean, she had been a part of gotham's underground for considerably longer than it had been, so it trusted her word. and the other players in it that blamore had already met in gotham? a lot of them were terrible, so it wasn't exactly hard for him to imagine one more 'bad egg' being among the ever-growing list of them. a soft hum of affirmation slipped through its lips then.
❝ mm, so is there something special about his appearance that you can tell me about? because i don't want to run into this thomas elliot if i can avoid it now, ❞ blamore lazily swept its bony tail out to the side while contemplating what it should eat. or, correction, what they should eat considering harley was there. the creature had to think deeply to remember what was in its freezer. there was frozen vegetables, cheese, bread, and leftover homemade soup in there... the homemade soup should do it.
blamore gnawed on his bottom lip when he felt the sensation of some of the plants within his chest moving just enough for it to be noticeable. it never knew how to feel whenever things like these happened in front of people, even though it was out of his control, considering it was due to turgor pressure; blamore quickly covering up what he could of his ribs as if he didn't want to potentially 'freak her out.' waving a hand nonchalantly is what it tried to do to take the attention off of that, ❝ oh, no. i knew as soon as i started to find it harder to get up that i arrange for someone else to take care of my cat for a bit. ❞
while shooting harley a reassuring smile, blamore held onto what was next to him as he took an experimental step forward. ❝ her names marmalade, and she's past being a kitten now. she's never liked bath's but using positive reinforcement has helped her stop clawing me to death when i do give her one, ❞ it let go of the wall next to it before taking yet another step and unfortunately, that was right about the time blamore got hit by a bad hunger pang. hugging himself seemed to be the only thing that kept him upright at that moment.
it let out a deep groan as its stomach growled and its back felt like it was spasming. god's, blamore really should've kept his phone on him when he laid down the last time. because at least then he would've had the option to call someone before things got this bad. blamore honestly accredited the way it kept its accent for so long to its father's, sacha, constant presence in its life. otherwise — his probably would've become more americanized, but it still spoke with that southern french one.
blamore swallowed thickly and released its arms from around itself, a hand rubbing at one of the sides of its spine, ❝ i'm not saying you didn't deal with them. i suppose i only have myself to blame for the confusion, as there are a wide variety of people out there who are french. but everyone in my family is from the south of france. i have met some very nice creole people before, though, and i sometimes wish my maman (mom) would've taken notes from them. ❞ he'd like to say he was joking about that but all blamore remembered of his mother now was that she was selfish and hated him.
so, that just didn't seem to be in the cards for him. ❝ i'll have to take you to the lake in annecy then. the water there is beautiful, and the view of the mountains is even better, ❞ blamore started to take slow steps towards the kitchen then and reached it in about five minutes. however, he had to take a break from standing and sat on one of the countertops afterwards. ❝ yeah. anti-seizure meds can actually also relieve nerve pain. at least, that's what my doctor told me. i've been lucky enough to not have a seizure within my life. but well... ❞
blamore scratched the back of his neck and spent a few beats of time in silence before saying, ❝ i feel like there's always a price to pay whenever you undergo some sort of transformation. whether its physical, mental, or emotional. mine just happened to be that i now have nerve pain and need to eat a ridiculous amount of food to stay alive. ❞
'Oh well Thomas Elliot his street name is Hush. Jus' a huge pile of freakin' shit. Jus' I wouldn't bother with 'em. Trust me I would ratha' be doin' anything even time than be around those people," she said confidently.
Making sure Balmore was steady she smiled that he took time explaining a little what his transformation was like. People composed of greenery made her slightly mystified. After watching a bazillion Captain Planet cartoons and finding people composed of earth being villains more so than heroes left her gobsmacked. At times she still wasn't sure which side of the line Swamp Thing was.
At the mention of a cat Harley jolted and looked about only to calm down when it was explained the feline was being watched. Breathing out slowly she shook her head and leaned back. "Almost gave me a scare there. Thought I drowned out a kitten. Unless ya' got one of the odd balls that is fond of water 'en bathtime."
She took in his home watching the water still seeping into the cracks and crevices left from not being tended. She wondered if there had been a home or any other manner of properties ajoined to the greenhouse or what the story for the place had been. It was fun to make things up in her mind, but only the records would show why it was out here. Listening to his past, it seemed unreal to imagine he was a Gothamite growing up at east end. They said her accent stood out a mile, but Gotham had its own charm with dialect. Shaking her head she felt bad she scolded him over such a thing or brought it up. It wasn't her place to brand him, if anything that certainly wasn't helping him with depression.
"Heyyyy hey heyyyyy.. As fa' tha' accent may I remind you I treated mental patient's. You don't think I didn't deal with alters from otha' dimensions or places? But I wasn't sure if ya' were from France, Canada, Africa... or maybe Louisiana and just a more pronounced Creole? Trust me anytime I am totally down fa' France. I miss it."
She smiled and wondered off for his prescription handing it over without tampering with the bottle. She watched very observant of the pill, no doubt he could see her trying to come to a conclusion on her own. "Oooh okay yeah I jus' I prescribed that for epilepsy. I wasn't sure if you had that cause I found you on the floor and well greenhouse natural lighting? It woulda fit.. but nerve damage? I woulda thought the plants mighta strengthened that. Hmm guess I still got a lot ta' learn."
"Awww ya' got dosed with that experimental truth stuff. So I don't matter ... is this a pissy territory issue with us? Or you just hate me through affiliation 'cause you wanted ta' kill the clown?"
My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.
“If I hated you that much, you’d be six feet under already.” Roman growled softly. The words slipped off his tongue easily and he did not even bother attempting to fight off the serum’s effects as the female clown wasn’t the one he had issues with, frustrated as he was to be caught in this situation by Harley Quinn of all people. He narrowed his eyes, making no effort to hide his true feelings towards her. Her affiliation with the Joker was reason enough to dislike the woman but no more so than any of the nameless thugs who’d worked for the clown over the years. As far as he was concerned, Harley Quinn was just another one of his lackeys at the end of the day, albeit more vibrant and with a slightly interesting past history before she got swept up by the madness flowing through the asylum, pulled into her boss’s twisted games. "I meant what I said in that you don’t matter, Harley. You’re just a sideshow in the whole freak act around here. Anything I do to you won’t even be a fraction of the shit Joker’s pulled on me and if anything, the bastard would probably find it funny I thought I could to get to him through you. No, you don’t matter - not to me since you haven’t done anything personally.” Yet. Which meant things between them could change in future. Nontheless the word was left unsaid, Roman continuing to stare down at the female clown with dark eyes full of scorn. Harley Quinn was loud, vibrant and in your face - all manners of traits he found obnoxious but not unforgivable. The other clown was a very different story however, and Roman had always preferred dealing with offenders directly than settling for collateral damage.
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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!
Roman: Harley, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day? Harley: It... It didn't take me the whole day...
Harley: Why are you like this?? Roman: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.
Roman, trying to comfort Harley: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.
Roman: Everything’s fine, Harley. Harley: Roman, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.
Roman: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Harley: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Roman: ... Roman: You mean ring bearER, right? Harley: ... Roman: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.
"In tha' spirit of tha' whole sex pollen day... odd question. Ya' totally like peanut shell all this up, how much do you actually strip down? I'm sorry like I seriously only saw you with like two buttons or an undone tie before."
“You’re right, that is an odd question.” Roman replied with a smirk. He hadn’t expected it, much less from Harley Quinn of all people but he was hardly flustered about answering her unusual inquiry. If anything he was intrigued as to her sudden bout of curiosity since she was right, he’d hardly ever dressed down. ”Do you know what ‘vestis virum facit’ means, Harley? It means the clothes make the man so I don’t tend to make a habit of dressing sloppily. You and half the people living here in Gotham probably don’t care about fashion given some of the stuff you’ve worn in the past but when it comes to business, it’s important to be looking your best. Of course, you know how well that can go down some nights in this hellhole of a city. Deals going wrong with people refusing to hold up their end of the bargain or a bat comes flying in looking for trouble, meaning I gotta dirty my hands cleaning up the mess...” It wasn’t his favourite situation. Roman’s taste in clothing was expensive so it was always with some resentment when his suits were spoiled. Even an improperly buttoned shirt was enough to annoy him, unless he was too preoccupied to care for one reason or another. "Though sometimes that’s not such a bad thing. Mixing business with pleasure can be fun on occasion, helps keep the workload from getting too monotonous. I prefer keeping stripping down to the bedroom though, would be awkward trying to get shit done when anyone can walk in on us half-dressed or worse.”
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“Never did like clowns...”
I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you doll you hang out with the JOKER I am not the bad influence here / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /
💞 one muse approaches the other out of convenience ( Harley seems the type to beg for attention.) 🔪 enemies with sexual tension 🩸 enemies tolerating each other for a common goal
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Yes to all of this! Honestly, there is so much potential for animosity between these two because hell, there’s already plenty of bad blood between Roman and the Joker and Birds of Prey highlighted a lot of hostile dynamics. I’m not terribly fond of his depiction in BoP but that he only left Harley alone because of the Joker is accurate and without Mistah J around, he really has no reason to play nice with her at all. That being said, I can see attraction or at the very least sexual tension? Harley brings chaos everywhere she goes and while Roman is no fan of chaos, he can manage it and she is a very strong woman. Oh, she pisses him off big time and always seems to know just how to get under his skin but theres no denying she’s interesting and, dare he admit it, intelligent. She’s no dumb blonde bimbo - a clown bimbo maybe, but Harley can get things done and more often than has potential she doesn’t seem to realize, or does even if the Joker tried snuffing that realization out of her thoughts. So yeah, I agree with everything written here, that Harley wants attention and he’s got what she wants. He’ll tolerate her, annoying though he can find her because damn, it’s hard to get competent people on your side and for all her flaws, she isn’t wrapped around the Bat’s finger like Catwoman.
"Get everything you wanted fa' yer' birthday?"
"Could have had a few punks to unwind with in the torture chamber for an hour or six but otherwise it was okay." Better than his birthdays as a kid anyway. Roman had always hated his birthday for as long as he could remember, his parent's sullen faces after the parties had ended and the guests had gone home to them forgetting about it altogether. That had been perfectly fine with him, and later on getting to celebrate the way he liked, getting smashed with a bottle or three and unloading a round of bullets into some jackass who thought it was smart to run his mouth. Sliding over an empty glass towards Harley, Roman indicated his head for her to take a seat and pour herself a glass of whiskey or one of the other bottles on the shelf. "Why don't you join me for a drink? Can't promise I'll behave being the birthday boy n' all..."
" Miss me?"
"Like a hole in the head." Roman's words were harsh and blunt as always, as biting as the cloud of tobacco he exhaled upon hearing that all too familiar voice. Figures things wouldn't stay quiet for long. Dark eyes narrowed as he flicked ash carelessly, Roman's ever-present grin unwavering as he turned to Harley. "I got a short deadline and an even shorter temper, clown. State your business and quickly."
" Awww did ya' get me a drink fa' international women's day?"
"International Women's what? You're telling me they got a day for every damn thing now?" Roman groused after knocking back a shot of whiskey. Mean eyes narrowed as he peered closely at Harley Quinn, the crime lord's temper hovering between sordid amusement and churlish greed. "Listen clown, I'm a believer in equality meaning you can buy your own goddamn drink." The taste of whiskey burns his throat pleasantly as he finishes his glass, already wanting another. Harley is still there, hues of red, black and white impossible to ignore in the crowd. "You want a drink, you can have whiskey or nothing. Ain't wasting money on some girl's drink that can't even get a baby buzzed."
"Shit someone hasn't gunned ya' down yet?"
"Not through lack of trying, believe me. I'm just quicker on the draw than they are..." Roman answers casually as though Harley would be disappointed to hear the good news. Pungent scent of tobacco fills Gotham's air as the crime lord inhales a much-needed lungful, the trusty weight of Sodom and Gomorrah in their holsters making him feel very much at ease. "So what about you? Surprised nobody's tried offin' you yet, or maybe they have and you just aren't telling?" Tease.
icons only + A box meant to hold new firearms now holds packaging peanuts with a pair of red lace panties wrapped around a cucumber and a note that reads: Don't waste a minute trying to fuck me over. Thanks for the boom boom sticks. Love, Harley
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