Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)
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				Title: <strong>Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 12:04:35</strong>
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				Chaos.<br><br>If the sole inhabitant of Arkham Asylum's recently finished penitentiary sub-basement could be said to have a mantra, that might well be it.&nbsp; Single-handedly, he subjected Gotham City to unchecked, unbridled chaos through a campaign of terror that even in a place so dark as Gotham was unprecedented in its sheer, shocking audacity and scope.<br><br>In the eight months that followed, he was in and out of Arkham Asylum as several of its more notorious inmates have been known to be, and while his schemes had yet to reach the same mad heights as as those that earned him his first stint in the institution, he nonetheless did not relent in seeking ways to upset the established flow of society.<br><br>The crime that earned him his current stay in Arkham?&nbsp; Disguising himself as one of the servers in a private elementary school's cafeteria and personally serving meals laced with lysergic acid to the students.&nbsp; <br><br>The resultant injuries were in the hundreds, but the trauma would no doubt linger for decades to follow, and <em>that</em>, one might imagine, was a significant part of his goal.<br><br>Imagination was all that the staff of Arkham Asylum had to go on, of course, for despite being locked away under conditions that were unusually restrictive even by Arkham's standards - there were no other prisoners, he received two bare meals a day and was allowed precisely one hour a day outside of his cell, during which time he was heavily shackled and accompanied by a retinue of armed guards - he had nothing of use to offer to the staff psychologists who visited daily to have their sessions on the other side of his cell window.<br><br>From time to time, he promised just enough disclosure and hinted just so at things the Asylum staff had, ever since his first stint, desired to learn from him as was necessary to earn a continued supply of paints and dyes to obfuscate and accentuate his in places grotesque features.&nbsp; Never, of course, did he come near to unraveling himself before his therapists, if indeed he could; each near breakthrough, each new revelation was little more than a new way for the so-called Joker to pass the time until a new way into the world was found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 16:08:28</strong>
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				Dr. Harley Quinnzel had never been modest about her feminine charms. She found no issue in using her birth given features and wiles to get what she wanted and had always had a sixth sense when it came to men and how far she needed to push with each one.<br><br>Sometimes all it took was a smile, a gentle touch on the shoulder, sometimes just talking to a man was enough to get what she was after. Sometimes it wasn't. However when she needed to go a bit further she was always careful to target the ones that had something to lose, a wife or girlfriend or in the case of colleagues or professors exposure would potentially threaten their job or career. It ensured that her behaviour wouldn't ever come back to haunt her and she retained a good reputation with respect from her colleagues and peers, men and women alike. She had been a bit more blatant in her student days but even then she had never been thought of as licentious.<br><br>She had recently used these charms to achieve her next goal in life. Harley had always been fascinated by the criminally insane but now she had the chance to potentially interview the most insane genius of the lot of them, The Joker. Initially she had been refused access, having been told that she was not experienced enough to be able to get anything out of him that they hadn't already. All it took though was for her to allow herself to be treated to a relaxed candlelit dinner in a quiet restaurant by the head of the psychiatric team and then perform a few party favours for him. She had then been granted access, albeit supervised and through thick bulletproof glass but she could live with that, for now. <br><br>She was not naive in thinking that The Joker would be an easy case, yet he was a man after all and she was certain that he would eventually respond to her in the same way that every other man did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 02:09:37</strong>
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				Unlike most asylums, Arkham issued standard prisoner's uniforms to its inmates, and so instead of the rumpled, faded suits that the sub basement's sole inhabitant was seemingly accustomed to, a filthy orange jumpsuit was all that covered his tall and lanky frame.<br><br>Most prisoners were housed in cells that were essentially brick and mortar boxes with reinforced steel doors, bars and a window slit to allow guards to peek in and inmates to peek out.&nbsp; Most prisoners were allowed time in the asylum's recreational areas to keep them fit, as well as being given a meal a day in its cafeteria - others were taken within their cells - and time in its showers.&nbsp; <br><br>Most prisoners, however, were not the Joker; atop being restricted to his cell for nearly twenty four hours out of the day, his cell was without walls.&nbsp; Built of redundantly reinforced bulletproof glass with steel girding its edges, his cell was intended to both push and punish him psychologically by stripping him of privacy and allowing the asylum officials constant observation of his activities.<br><br>It was quickly proving to be something of a double-edged sword; he didn't seem particularly bothered by the unceasing monitoring, and instead made it into yet another outlet through which to while away his time behind proverbial bars.<br><br>In preparation for Dr. Quinzel's arrival, the Joker was set several feet away from the glass of his cell and handcuffed to the plastic cafeteria chair he was placed upon.&nbsp; Normally, he was allowed to do as he pleased within his cell when being interviewed, but given the doctor's neophyte status, extra measures were taken.<br><br>A fresh coat of paint was smeared across his face, with black lining his eyes, red along his lips and the horrific scars that ran from the ends of them along the cheeks, and white everywhere else; his hair was dyed green, and despite the recent application of these elements none of it seemed... right.&nbsp; Patches of uncoloured skin and hair peeked through the made up veneer, perhaps because the cell lacked much beyond its hard metal cot, toilet/sink combo and shower to make such work easy to do.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 13:45:49</strong>
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				Taking a deep breath and smoothing down the creases in her sky blue pastel business skirt Harley opened the door to the observation room and entered. She had seen the Joker many times on video footage, the eccentric theatrics that he liked to perform even after whatever scheme he had been performing was foiled and he was being manhandled into a waiting police van had always fascinated her, secretly appreciating the dark humour in some of them. She had known of course that he would not be resplendent in his usual attire but nothing prepared her for what she saw sitting in the chair behind the glass.<br><br>Even with his hands secured behind him he seemed to recline in an insouciant manner, mild amusement sparkling in his eyes. The image in front of her was real, and raw, nothing like the video clips and footage she had seen before. Even the interview tapes from Arkhams' own archives didn't capture the manic intelligence in those deadly eyes. The inexact face paint just added to the overall image of viperous intent, Harley knew that she was in the presence of greatness.<br><br>She nodded a greeting to Rob, the large serious and sharp eyed security guard and Terrance, the wizened gray haired supervising member of the clinical team, and took her seat at the desk, exactly opposite from where the Joker sat on the other side of the glass wall, the thickness acting to further distort his unusual appearance. <br><br>Tentatively she began, smiling warmly at the psychopath behind the glass "Good morning. I am Dr. Harley Quinzel, I am here to interview you today, if you will allow me." Slightly taken aback by the invigoration she had felt when first laying eyes on him she was still a professional and could feel Terrences' eyes keenly on her, she had to perform well else this privilege would be withdrawn from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 21:40:11</strong>
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				"Dr. Quinn," the mad criminal uttered, voice barely reaching the point of being audible.&nbsp; "So young, so fresh, but..."&nbsp; <br><br>His head rose just enough to make it clear that his eyes were on the doctor's legs, and moreover on her skirt.&nbsp; His disfigurements shifted ever so slightly as his lips curled upwards into a smile, once he'd beheld the blue garment for several silent seconds.<br><br>"... you <em>do</em> know the dangers of wearing such bright colors around we mentally infirm, we morally corrupt, don't you?&nbsp; They could excite us.&nbsp; Arouse us, and that... you wouldn't want that, would you, Dr. Quinn?"<br><br>His every word was delivered in that same soft tone, his voice rough to the point of carrying a subtle air of menace that may or may not have been intended.&nbsp; They were, as well, delivered just slowly enough to give weight to each, as if carefully crafted for maximum import.
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 22:24:16</strong>
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				As he spoke Harley had to lean forward towards the speaker in front of her, sliding it slightly closer across the table and almost squinting her eyes as she concentrated on his voice. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins now, she was speaking with the Joker and he was actually cooperating, at least in the sense that he wasn't just ignoring her. Whatever he said she was sure she would be able to convince her bosses that she had what it takes to continue with him.<br><br>She felt safe where she was, with Rob nearby and the thick glass in front of her yet still his voice stimulated a sense of trepidation in her. No, she thought, it was not nervousness that she was feeling, it was excitement. She was here to do a job though so attempting to calm the butterflies in her belly she cleared her throat and depressed the 'talk' button on the microphone in front of her, asking in a neutral tone "Why is that Mr Joker? Why do bright colours have an effect on you so?" She leaned forward resting her forearms on the desk and assumed an attentive look, trying to mask her excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 09:42:56</strong>
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				When the Joker laughed, it was a sound pulled from deep within him, as diabolical and mirthful as was suitable to a man with his features.&nbsp; It was not a loud sound, but his his chest and shoulders visibly trembled with each peal of it, making clear its presence if the soft and vaguely high-pitched noise was not, on its own, enough.<br><br>"These very walls are engineered to sap us of the base, human impulses that put us here," he non-chalantly said as he gestured towards the flat, toneless grey bricks around him.&nbsp; "No excitement.&nbsp; No vigor.&nbsp; Just stone."&nbsp; His hand came in to sweep briskly through the air before himself, indicating his jumpsuit.&nbsp; "You can see what they've made of the one real point of color we're given here; they've made it a negative."<br><br>Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned forward, his tongue pressing gently to and running back and forth along the insides of his mouth as he moved.&nbsp; The attending guards grew tense as the anarchistic criminal's right hand went forward to press flat against the glass, over the reflection of Dr. Quinzel's face.<br><br>"Basic corrections, Dr. Quinn," he slowly uttered as he sought to catch her eye from a mere handful of feet away.&nbsp; "Simple psychology; bright colors excite.&nbsp; Dull ones soothe and depress.&nbsp; But fear not; it isn't <em>me</em> who you've got to worry about watching those legs, those hips, hugged by the brightest, easiest to recognize thing to pass through these halls that doesn't carry a reminder of imprisonment."<br><br>Abruptly, he drew his hand back just far enough to slam his palm against the glass, doing no harm at all to it but causing the plane to tremble and a loud bang to resound through the room; the guards hastened towards the cell in case the Joker was in need of subdual, but as soon as he'd punctuated his words with that sudden strike, he was resting back in his seat with a devilish smile.
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 22:15:23</strong>
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				From the moment she saw the tremble of laughter start to course across his torso Harley found herself enraptured. She even found herself starting to blush as he mentioned her legs and hips, she was quite flustered even if he hadn't directly referenced himself in connection with them. Terrence who had been leaning forward to better hear him from the speaker jumped as he slapped the glass but Harley remained still, only her eyes flashing wider as she locked into his, finding herself deeply excited by this unpredictably intriguing man.<br><br>Raising a hand to the guard to indicate that everything was ok she cleared her throat and looked down at her papers, idly brushing an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear before continuing. She knew he wouldn't respond to the usual psychiatrist type approach but she had to at least run through it first. So attempting to coax him into speaking freely, allowing him to dictate the session she spoke again, asking "How are you feeling right now? Can you describe it to me?" Instead of having to force an interested expression on her face as she did with some other patients this time she had to cover up her enthusiasm and assume a more indifferent countenance. "Oh. and it's Dr. Quin<em>zzel</em>." She added, with a warm smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 10:47:14</strong>
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				The Joker's eyes followed the brief movement of Harley's fingers across the side of her face, and then they flicked rapidly over her face as he sought to learn something of the woman before him.&nbsp; The minute show and reminder of femininity, the faint crimson tinge to her cheeks... the faint difference in tone from the meetings he'd grown so used to did not go unnoticed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Relieved, of course; I would imagine that <em>you've</em> not tried limiting human contact to psych evaluations and the occasional beating, but it doesn't take long to begin looking forward to either."&nbsp; A soft noise of amusement escaped him.<br><br>"Doctor Quin<em>zzel</em>.&nbsp; Wasted potential a whole syllable long; your parents must have had the best senses of humor or an unusual streak of cruelty."&nbsp; The tip of his tongue pressed briefly to the corner of his mouth, and then he added with a touch of wryness, "Though I suppose that the line between the two can be razor-fine..."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 02:36:18</strong>
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				Harley was of course aware of how the so called patients were treated. In previous cases where one had threatened her she had even taken a sort of morbid pleasure from watching the guards pummeling them to a stain on the floor and had even gone so far as to make a remark revealing her contempt as said patient was being dragged, bloody and bruised, off to the infirmary. <br><br>In the case of the Joker though she felt deeply sorry and more than a little angry that he had been treated with any degree of violence and found herself glaring at the security guard standing to her right. She was just about to voice her contempt for this behaviour too when she sensed Terrances' eyes burning into the back of her head. She knew he was put out that she hadn't approached him about securing an interview with the Joker and that meant that she had to make an extra effort to gain his approval. The interview was of course recorded but his recommendation still went a long way.<br><br>So assuming her warm and caring, and this time genuine, smile she asked her next question, using his mention of her parents as a lead in. "Tell me about <em>your</em> parents Mr Joker. What was your childhood like?" Gazing into his eyes she thought she felt a connection, a secret look that only they had shared, right now she would do anything to ensure her continued access to this desperately fascinating, and strangely attractive man.
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				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 07:10:34</strong>
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				"My father was a stand-up comedian," the Joker crisply replied as he slowly sank in his seat and let his arms dangle between his legs.&nbsp; "But he wasn't much good at it; difficult time with keeping his bookings secured, with earning a steady living, you understand."<br><br>As closely as he watched Dr. Quinnzel, her glaring was not missed; the specific source of her sympathies was unknown to him, but they clearly existed, and that was enough for him.&nbsp; The expression that moments ago was filled with mirth slipped gradually towards melancholic recollection as he recounted the--<em>a</em> story of his childhood.<br><br>"My mother mostly stayed at home; she came from money, and she was... accustomed to certain things, so coming to terms with being a housewife in a little house with a little car and a little bank account was challenging for her.&nbsp; He was frustrated a lot; she never missed an opportunity to let him know how much she wanted a nicer life, but I guess that he never felt right hitting a woman, because even when all that frustration exploded out of him, <em>I</em> was the one who wound up with the bruises."<br><br>There was a pause after that statement, followed by a soft, creeping chuckle that rippled outward from him despite his dour demeanor remaning in place.<br><br>"If only <em>someone</em> had thought to turn it into a movie; it might have been the first funny thing he had the fortune of being involved in."
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 16:19:46</strong>
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				Harley listened with interest, finding herself feeling sorry for the poor child who had taken the brunt of his fathers' frustrations. She found his sporadic laughter and twisted sense of humour fascinating but instead of allowing herself to be provoked by it she simply moved on. Glancing at Terrence she saw he was giving her a stern anxious look yet she couldn't work out what he was trying to tell her, so she ignored him.<br><br>"Where are you parents now?" She asked, looking down at the file in front of her she glanced over the cover page, taking in the sections 'Real Name: Unkown', 'Next of Kin: None', 'Address: NFA'. Flipping the page she was looking for any information about his parents and found it all either blank or unknown. Maybe he really was opening up to her in a way that he hadn't cared to with other doctors. She clung on to this naively optimistic thought and looked up again, her warm friendly smile displayed on her pretty face.
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				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 11:18:03</strong>
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				Once again, the Joker leaned nearer, his hands unclasping to grip his knees tightly as he moved in.&nbsp; By all appearances, it was as if he was preparing to share a secret with the sweet young therapist, Terrence and the guards be damned.&nbsp; <br><br>Once he was as near to the glass as he could get, he gently ran his tongue along the ragged seams lining the insides of his mouth, and then he smacked his lips quietly and exhaled, "He found out what a big fan of sports she was; she let the starting line of the Gotham Knights pass her around the locker room one night... and then she came home to tell him aaaall about it."&nbsp; He quickly swallowed, flicked his tongue visibly over his lips and then continued,&nbsp; "All those men who were his better in every way, doing things to her she'd never let him <em>dream</em> of doing... she wanted to see what he'd do.&nbsp; If he had any balls.&nbsp; He dragged her out of the house to go for a ride... that was the last time I ever saw either of them again."<br><br>He waited for a second, for two, for three... and then his brow furrowed with consternation that he did not fully feel as he finished, "I <em>did</em> get a call for him a week later, though; the poor man he'd gotten to be his agent found him a real job.&nbsp; A guaranteed job; Hollywood.&nbsp; Apparently, there was <em>one</em> person out there who found him funny..."
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:42:20</strong>
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				Harley had to work hard not to smile at his punchline. She knew that his story wasn't true but couldn't help admire his attempts at obfuscation. After all she was just another doctor to him, for now at least. "Very funny." She said dryly, a quick sideways glance at Terrence told her he was still concerned about something and she felt he was getting ready to end the interview. Before he had a chance to say anything though she continued "So moving on. Tell me why you do the things that you do?" She frowned at Terrence trying to tell him to back off, at this point he has a complete hindrance, what could the Joker possibly do from within his thick bullet proof glass walled cell that required him to be here.<br><br>One way or another she would get rid of him for the next time they worked together, she would get the guard to wait outside as well, she wanted to get to know the man behind the glass and couldn't do so with all these eyes on her.
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				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 12:08:44</strong>
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				It was the question that <em>always</em> seemed to come up when speaking with psychiatrists, always seeking 'why's and root causes to make themselves and the people they worked for better.&nbsp; Some, he'd simply frustrated; others, he actually managed to lead along with a trail of breadcrumb-like lies for extended stretches of time before finally allowing them to stumble on the non-existant truth, and which way things went was mainly a function of whim and situation.<br><br>He liked his lips as he furrowed his brow at her, seemingly contemplative before lowly offering, "Not all of us have the legs to swish around in bright skirts, Dr. Quinn<em>zel</em>," his fingers pressing gently to the glass more or less over her knees as the last several words were spoken.&nbsp; "We find other ways to get our attention..."
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 13:48:01</strong>
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				Her eyes flashed wider for a moment as he spoke, then she felt a blush forming in her cheeks. Feeling slightly flustered she looked back down at her papers. As he spoke his last words she faced the terrifying prospect that he knew more about her than he was letting on, but being astute as she was quickly put it down to a lucky shot. Far from finding his manner offensive though she started to see his display as endearing and affectionate.<br><br>Terrence cleared his throat noisily beside her and leaned in, putting his hand over the microphone on the table. "I'm ending this interview doctor. You aren't going to get anything out of him today." He said, much to Harleys' disappointment. It would be useless to put up any protest, he was supervising clinical psychologist and as such could pull rank like this. She had a plan though, next time she was in this room she would be alone.<br><br>As he removed his hand she spoke into the microphone "Thank you for your time Mr. Joker. That will be all for today. I look forward to our next session." Standing up she collected her papers together and made to exit the observation room.
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				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 10:18:11</strong>
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				"Yes," the Joker replied as his eyes flicked back and forth between the two doctors.&nbsp; "You should really look into leaving some of the dead weight behind, though," he quietly suggested as his eyes came to rest on Terrence.&nbsp; "It can't be easy to concentrate with someone standing so close by, waiting for you to fail, can it?"<br><br>There was a soft smacking noise as his tongue briskly wormed around the insides of his mouth and probed at the jagged little ends of the stitchwork lining his cheeks, and then he quietly inquired of Terrence, "It's hard, isn't it?&nbsp; Having to see a pretty young woman doing what <em>you</em> should be, while you wait it out on the sidelines?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 15:30:50</strong>
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				Harley couldn't resist a grin as she watched Terrence getting flustered. Turning away before he noticed her expression she went ahead and left the room, hearing him coming puffing and blowing out after her. As he was about to speak she held up a hand placating him and spoke first "I know what you are going to say but we all have to start somewhere right?" Not waiting for an answer she continued "I really think I have the best chance out of anyone at the moment in getting through to him. I know you don't agree with the method but in this case we have to be creative. Wouldn't you concur?" <br>Creasing his face up in an almost comical expression of annoyance and admission Terrence spoke "Well... Yes, I suppose we have been given the run around by that <em>thing</em> for years now. Perhaps a change of tact is required." He conceded "I'm not happy with it though, and it won't be getting my recommendation!" He added sternly. <br><br>With a sigh Harley started to explain it to him, taking a step closer and encroaching on his personal space. "It doesn't <em>need</em> your recommendation. There is no need to do it always 'by the book'." She said, slipping her hand onto his shoulder and moving her face closer to his. "We can just do it, off the record." Her voice was a husky whisper in his ear and her eyes were sparkling now as she considered the implications of what was happening "As soon as I have got him under my spell and convinced him to play ball, <em>then</em> we can bring back the tape recorders and observers and really get to work on him." She had brought her lips dangerously close to his ear and he would have felt her hot breath on his neck. <br><br>Almost seeing the moment that he broke a sly smile spread across her lips. "Very well then. I'm not happy with it. But I suppose I can make an exception; for my favourite student." He said, his voice softening as his head turned towards hers, leaning in as if to kiss her.<br>"I'm glad we understand one another." She replied sweetly, turning on her heel and walking briskly down the corridor, her heels clacking against the stone floor as she went, leaving Terrence pouting into thin air. She wore a satisfied smile on her face, it had turned out well after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 19:02:15</strong>
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				Sometimes, when crafting plans that center on sociopathic nihilists with multi-mile long criminal records... things necessarily become a bit difficult to predict.<br><br>For example, it might have been difficult to anticipate that on the day of what would have been Dr. Quinnzel's second session with the Joker, the prison - particularly his own personal sublevel - would be flooded with narcotic gasses to send the prison into a frenzy while a number of his oddly loyal associates took on the task of slipping him from his cell and to freedom.&nbsp; <br><br>For all that it is the responsibility of Arkham's administrators to be prepared for extreme, troublesome situations, some things are difficult to foresee, after all.<br><br>Though the frequency of arsons, robberies and the like saw something of an increase in the weeks following the Joker's escape, nothing of much note seemed to come of it; in fact, the lionshare of the crimes could be traced to copycats and other 'normal' criminals who at best bore a tenuous connection to the painted anarchist.<br><br>This changed a little over one month later, when Wayne Enterprises' board room was held hostage by the Joker, a dozen or so entry level employees seeded throughout the company, and a vast number of explosives.<br><br>Interested in how long it might take for the wealthy and influential men who ran the massive corporation to devolve to more primitive behaviors, they were locked away within the board room with the promise of freedom for the first man or woman to eat one of his or her peers once the fatigue of starvation began to set in.<br><br>Gotham's protector, however, found a way past the explosives and defensives set around the office complex, and following several minutes of shocking violence, the Joker was on his way back to Arkham Asylum.<br><br>Had he known that one of the men he'd sought to bring the animal out in was the very same one who'd savagely beaten him, the mad clown would no doubt have been beyond ecstatic on the ride back; as it was, simply provoking the Batman to such levels was joyful enough in and of itself.<br><br>Just one day after his being processed back into the institution, he was back in the same cell he'd occupied for his first meeting with Dr. Quinnzel, swollen, bloodied and broken in his prisoner's uniform.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 19:50:10</strong>
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				Harleen couldn't help feeling slightly hurt at the Jokers sudden escape, just hours before their scheduled second interview. She had even put her reputation on the line by coming on, quite strongly, to Cash; the head of security on the Jokers' floor. The man respectfully declined her offer of dinner, she had even offered to pay for it and then getting further desperate she had cornered him in his office and guided his hands to her slender waist, suggesting unspoken that he was at liberty to take her right there in his office. The man explained how 'flattered' he was but explained that he would not alter the security proceedings for any inmate stroke patient. After his run in with Killer Croc, which led to the loss of his left hand he played things even more 'by the book' than Terrence did. <br><br>Harley left him having been assured that her indiscretion would not be taken further, she didn't quite trust him though and planned to gather some dirt on him with the intention of having his job taken away from him. It didn't matter though since soon after her infatuation flew the nest. She was, for want of a better word, heartbroken and entertained a mild fantasy that the Joker would seek her out now that he was free. <br><br>Much to her disappointment though it never came to pass but she was on duty when the meddling 'caped crusader' brought her Joker in battered and bruised, rough and raw. She scowled at the batfreak as he dragged in the poor defenseless patient and made a point of informing him that only Arkham staff were allowed past the main reception, unless they had a visitors permit. He did not however and she further made her point by explaining that he would unsettle the other inmates, a lot of which he had put there.<br><br>With reluctance batboy stayed behind but wouldn't leave until the Joker was back in his cell. The short notice gave Harley just the opening she needed, Terrence or any of the other supervising clinicions were not around, it being late in the evening. She had only been there herself since she had been following the story on the news and didn't want to miss anything while she traveled home. Cash was also off duty and his deputy, Boles, didn't seem to have any issue about her interviewing the Joker alone. He would have a guard present of course but he would be outside of the room, she would have a panic buzzer in case she needed to alert him but she explained that the Joker would not do anything to hurt her.<br><br>Changing in her office she wore an even shorter skirt than the last time, a pastel orange in colour this time, to match the Jokers' own orange jumpsuit, she neglected to wear her jacket and ensured that she had left the top few buttons of her blouse undone. She had been gifted with a generous bust but still used a push up bra to accentuate her cleavage even more and touched up her hair and make up quickly in the bathroom before clacking along the stone corridors towards the Jokers' cell. Anxious to meet again the man that had captured her heart so unexpectedly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 09:52:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dr. <em>Quinn</em>," the painted anarchist rasped once she'd clicked into his view.<br><br>He was rather out of it upon being brought in yesterday; he'd lost his share of blood and there was a fair amount of head trauma to go with it, but he /had/ possessed the wherewithal to seek her gaze as he was dragged by in his diminished state.&nbsp; The pain behind them was very real, counter to his norm, but the eye contact was all the same a very calculated thing.<br><br>"On our way to a date, are we?" he wondered quietly as he beheld her loosely buttoned blouse and shortened skirt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 12:00:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps I am." She told him with a smile as she took her seat and crossed her legs, watching carefully for any reaction, she didn't correct her name this time, finding she rather liked him having his own way of calling her. <br><br>She found anger boiling up inside her as she beheld his bloody and battered countenance. Frowning slightly she said "Someone should put Batman in here, if anyone is in need of 'help' it's him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 20:36:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So formal," the Joker remarked of Harleen's crossing legs.&nbsp; "Here I was wondering if I might get some idea of how far your date might go."&nbsp; He took a few moments to moisten his lips in wholly deliberate fashion before tilting his head curiously to one side.<br><br>"Funny you should say, though; I wonder what he'd do to <em>you</em> for suggesting he might be just a teensy bit off?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 01:03:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well its after midnight and I'm just a little way out of town." Harley replied sarcastically, "The only date I will be attending tonight is my one with you. As to how far it goes I would say that we are only inhibited by the thick sound proof and bullet proof glass that stands between us." She smirked, raising her eyebrows at him. She felt a hot flush and a rush of adrenaline at being so forward with the Joker. A man so dangerously manipulative and insane in his genius. She was confident that she knew what she was getting into though, or rather she didn't care, she just wanted to confess to the object of her desires and it felt liberating in the least, dangerously exciting in the most. She found herself squeezing her thighs together under the table, attempting to stem the heat that was spreading through her secret place.<br><br>"Oh the bat. He would no doubt say something vaguely insulting and modestly heroic and leave." She trailed off at the end of her sentence, her finger losing the 'talk' button on the microphone. She breathed in deeply as she felt another rush of desire spreading through her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Painted Love (Tiaan and Syrorder)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Olivia Nope</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 10:22:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's why we have such a difficult time getting along," the Joker breezily opined.&nbsp; "He keeps seeing little bits of me, writhing around inside of him, reminding him of who he is deep down..."&nbsp; A soft and lingering breath was exhaled, and then he dismissed it all by casually remarking, "It's all a little trite for a man in his shoes, really; something of a shame."<br><br>Though his limbs were pretty well shackled to his chair, there was <em>some</em> slack; enough to allow him to move his legs and arms a little without allowing him the freedom to do anything that could be even remotely conceived as threatening.&nbsp; He took advantage of this by shifting his feet forward, planting them and dragging his chair a short way across the floor of his cell with the low, steady grinding noise of hard rubber stoppers on concrete sounding all the while.<br><br>Once he'd finally managed to get to the point where his bruised, bloodied, yet madly grinning visage was mere feet away from the glass he quietly wondered, "I wonder where <em>your</em> thoughts were when I was out and about..."
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