Let’s play.
Heya, hot stuff. You feelin’ lucky tonight?
Flip ya coin, let’s find out.
((coin flip provided by http://www.random.org/coins/?num=1&cur=60-usd.0100c-anthony))
*ping!* *catch, slap* Oooh. Tails. You’re not so lucky tonight.
Ooh, I’m scared. What’s my fate?
*slips a trusty Smith & Wesson from inside of his jacket, pulling back on the slider and smirking* Now we play.
Ooh, ya gonna kill me, Mr. Dent? What d’ya want me to do? Beg?
*grinning a little, brow raising a bit* A little bit, yeah. *raises the magnum and points it at her* I just like the thought of you on your knees.
You are a kinky little fucker, aren’t you? Fine, fine.. I’ll play your game. *sinks to the ground, tucking her knees under her*
It was dark over Gotham City. Lightning crackled in the clouds above, though for the moment it was too far away for anyone on the street to hear any thunder.
The Gotham City skyline is beautiful during any time of day or night, but to some it really only showed it’s true colors when a storm was raging. Purples and pinks reflecting off the skyscrapers, mixed with greens and blues as the mists started rolling through the streets. It was almost always foggy during a big storm like this one, and the colors were vibrant quite awhile before the rain started to fall.
A single drop, the first before the deluge, was let loose near the Gotham Courthouse. It flew through the air, gathering greater and greater speed, twisting past the blinded statue of Justice on the face of the building, past the top-most tiers of stairs, and crashed inelegantly against the suited shoulder of one Harvey Dent.
Blue eyes blinked in surprise as he felt the drop hit his shoulder, reaching up with a hand to brush at the slightly damp spot. Blonde brow raising slightly, he shifted his gaze upward before noticing the clouds rolling over the city. His lips thinned into a line - he had forgotten his umbrella. He lowered his eyes to look at the gathered people in front of the court house, offering a smile and a wave before pulling open the rear door of the Rolls and sliding inside.
“New driver today, huh? Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get home before the storm hits, okay?”
”Fuck.” I breathed, my pale, nimble fingers fiddling with a small, yet powerful, handgun, that /Harley/ was supposed to have fixed. Ooh, that girl. She’s was going to get a fucking mouthful when I got home. Nevertheless, I quickly fixed the gun, loading it up and shoving it into the pocket of the long grey coat I’d acquired for this particular job. I nodded to my partners - Well, /I/ wouldn’t call them partners, they like to think that the guys who helped me got a share, so they volunteer quite willingly. Silly boys - on a bench across from mine, they nodded back, signalling that they were ready. The dark was perfect, and I loved it. The way the clouds covered up that irritating sun, the thunder and lightening, frightening children and forcing them to hide under their beds with their dogs. Oh, yes. This was definitely my favorite part of a storm, followed closely by the rain, but that’s another story.
We moved quickly, unnoticed to the Court house, it took less than 5 seconds to poison the driver of Harvey Dent’s car and stuff him into the boot, where the two men also hid. I positioned myself in the drivers seat, trying to act as normal as possible, which was mammoth task for me, as I am hardly /normal./ I succeeded, as I usually do, with convincing Gotham’s White Light that I was here to drive him home, pfft. He was pathetic. I was grateful for the long collar on the coat, it hid the huge grin that formed on my lips as I heard him speak, I pulled off the hat, revealing my painted features and span around in drivers seat, grinning. ”I’m afraid we have to take a short cut.” That was the signal, my two men jumped out from the back, securing Harvey’s arms and mouth. I sped away, pretty sure I’d knocked over about 3 people in my haste. I slid my arms out of the coat, laughing hysterically.
Harley’s eyes widened as she took in the person in front of her; It was Mistah J… but not? “Um…. Mistah J? How’d yah get boobs?”
”Harley, Harley, Harley.” She smirked. ”You should know by now that anything is possible with me.”
Let’s play.
Heya, hot stuff. You feelin’ lucky tonight?
Flip ya coin, let’s find out.
((coin flip provided by http://www.random.org/coins/?num=1&cur=60-usd.0100c-anthony))
*ping!* *catch, slap* Oooh. Tails. You’re not so lucky tonight.
Ooh, I’m scared. What’s my fate?
*slips a trusty Smith & Wesson from inside of his jacket, pulling back on the slider and smirking* Now we play.
Ooh, ya gonna kill me, Mr. Dent? What d’ya want me to do? Beg?
Let’s play.
Heya, hot stuff. You feelin’ lucky tonight?
Flip ya coin, let’s find out.
((coin flip provided by http://www.random.org/coins/?num=1&cur=60-usd.0100c-anthony))
*ping!* *catch, slap* Oooh. Tails. You’re not so lucky tonight.
Ooh, I’m scared. What’s my fate?
Let’s play.
Heya, hot stuff. You feelin’ lucky tonight?
Flip ya coin, let’s find out.
