Cleptophobia

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[outside of the library]

My personal copy of Ulysses has gone missing from the library. Has anyone happened to see it? It has some sentimental value.

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[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley stretches and leans back against the wall, watching.]

Pretty sneaky. Should I leave ya two alone or turn my back?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Do what you like.

[oh, he loves his mask. Scarecrow is quick to discard Crane's suit so he can pull on his other skin]

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley just hums as he changes. She doesn't really care, either. She does, however, do her usually "I am incapable of being still for more than two seconds" movements and ends up in a headstand as she watches him and focuses on her balance.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[when he is properly dressed as himself, the Scarecrow grins like a monster] If only our worlds were merged. I have Eddie and Jerry but I'd rather have you.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[And that terrible look is met with Harley doing an exaggerated covering of her cheeks.] Oooh, Professor, you'll make a girl blush. Next thing ya know, it'll be a evenin' out, wine and dine, fear and terror- [She giggles.] My kinda night. Throw in a laugh and I'll get right on this mergin' thing.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I know a nice Italian place in the West End. We could stop there before our competition.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

I love Italian! So how do we get our Arkhams to tango?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Eddie came to join me and Jerry after a little toxin and a private therapy session, but it might have been the bandaging up I did first. Either way, it won't work for us.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She pouts.] Well, whadda we gotta do? I ain't exactly a physicist or anythin' so this dimensional stuff sorta goes whoooosh.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

You can't touch me if I tell you.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

I proooomise! Cross my heart and hope for pie.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It's closeness. My theory goes that the affection from the kindness and the hate from the cruelty, plus affection to Jerry-boy after he shot me to rescue Eddie, was enough to bring us together.

Perhaps we should hunt Jeremiah down to torture him. As a family bonding exercise, to bring all his beloved children together. He'd understand, don't you think?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes widen.] Affection, huh? [She pauses, then pouts.] Oh yeah, I promised. All right, so let's find Jerry and Eddie and celebrate our reunion the old fashioned way!

[But then she sighs dramatically.] Awww, nuts, all my weapons got taken away, though.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[pulling out some needles from a box and his scythe from a fake wooden panel]

There's a kitchen.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head from side to side.] There might be a mallet...

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[holding his scythe out to get a feel for the balance of it]

[he missed you, scythe!]

I'll wait for you in this room. Knock three times to be let back in. And if you can find Eddie while you're out, we can all go visit Dr Arkham for a surprise session.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She salutes and backflips out, cartwheeling for a bit and just generally showing off her gymnastics to the universe, because she's in a great mood now. She skips the rest of the way to the kitchen and throws open the drawers and digs around.

She manages to find a nice, heavy mallet. She's not much for sharp weapons so she ignores those. Weapon acquired, there's only one thing left to find.

Harley swings the mallet idly as she walks, one hand cupping her mouth. She calls out.] Eddie!! Eddiiiiie! Ollie ollie oxen free!

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie has currently been enjoying his new life as a Chevalier/vampire. Since he's drunk his fill of blood for now, and does intend to keep a low profile, this mostly means being extremely pleased with himself about the amazing sex.

He grins when he hears his name being called out, and by Harley no less] If it isn't Mrs. Quinzel. [As he approaches, he eyes the mallet] Not planning on turning on a dear old friend, are you?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She beams at him and doesn't even take his question into account as he bounds up and throws her arms around his neck. Luckily, the mallet is held aside for this, so no harm done.]

Eddie! Of course not. I'd hafta get a bigger mallet for your head. Nah, listen, Professor's gotta game for us. Wanna play?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie always knew he was a chick magnet. The idea of Crane suggesting a game dos peak his interest, though] And what sort of game would that be?

A real barn burner, I hope.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.] There might be something burnin', yeah. We wanna brighten up Jerry's day, anyway. Professor shined up his scythe.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

And how could I turn down an offer like that? Just lead the way, Harleyquins.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She throws her arms up.] Yaaaay! [She backflips over, righting herself and walking happily back to the ballroom, twirling her mallet as she does.] 'Cause we gotta get me merged with ya both or else I can't have playtime with ya. Professor thought bondin' would be good.

[She stops outside the ballroom doors and knocks three times.] Knock knock!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[identifying the voice immediately, but who is he not to let the joke happen?]

Who's there?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[He could stay quiet, but how could Eddie pass up a chance like this?] Sara.