Danielle Leigh is Harley Quinn
Hiya! I'm Harley Quinn, pleased to meet cha! Care to empty your pockets? biggrin
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About the girl behind the mask and makeup
I'm 21, blonde, green eyes, freckles and irresistible to my Puddin ! I want to go to college to study psychology and find a job in that field. I love to RP on the computer and in person. I have one other gaia account: gaia_angelleft nyunyuchii gaia_angelright I am obsessed with the Joker ask anyone that knows me. I can have never ending conversations with complete strangers about Harleen and The Joker's story of love. (& I have) If you recite any of Heath Ledger's lines from the Dark Knight and lick your lips, I'll melt and be yours forever. rofl
I am currently in a relationship with my Puddin, Mista J.
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Ah, Gotham city...city of sin, a place that made Las Vegas and Baltimore look like a child's playground, it was cold and foggy along the docks distant booeys clang on the churning of rough waters, sirens flared, for once it seemed like an otherwise calm night; but from it a shrill scream pierced the air, not a soul stirred, in a city like Gotham you hear a scream, you run in the opposite direction, and lock yours doors, "--Hold still..." he hissed through gritted teeth, his thin body perched atop the mans waist pinning him with his hips, and gracefully his feet as if it were some contortionist act at the sideshow. The victim was named James Castor, a male in his 40's, who was flailing about like an insect tipped on its back, but to no avail could not budge. His assailant was Sebastian Weed, Madd Mirth, the fabled Black Butcher of Helmgard Keep, Comedy and Tragedy, the twin blades at the Jester's narrow hips would take a rest for tonight, "--Shh shh quiet yourself...just a little longer, and then it will all be over," the word all extended slightly in a sing songy tone, his voice dark an ancient and placed with an unmistakable accent. A sudden howl erupted from the man, his mouth quickly clamped shut as Sebastian slammed his palm roughly against the other man's nose, shattering it like an overripe tomato, knocking his head back, while he kept his hands clamped where they were, one over Jimmy's mouth, the other burying deep within his fatty flesh. He gave a sudden jerk of his lower hand, glittering claws pulling away crimson red as blood trickled from his fingers. Bending forward, black and grey cowl chiming musically, he spoke gently, "Play time is over James, it's high time you pay the piper. I had been told to make this easy for you, quick, but what the superiors don't know, don't hurt..." he uttered, a malicious black and red grin twisted onto his lily white face, watching while the man began to bleed out, "--But you will sing for me, Jimmy, and with your dying breath I will revel in your rattle," Little knew anything about the pale Jester, only that he was a part of the traveling troupe of circus carnies that had arrived in the vast parking lot outside the abandoned amusement park within the city, but he was unlike the rest...in fact there was something so terribly off about him. It wasn't long before his target had been silenced, but still his job was not quite through... and when the final breath passed he saw through his pale white working eye, the soul slowly start to trickle out into the sky, feeble and uncertain, hoping to slink away, "--Oh ho, no no James...eternity in the Gates, Red or White is not in your cards..." reaching along his waist he removed a small glass bottle from his belt and popped the top, hushed whispers followed in such a melodious foreign tone, and slowly with a silent scream, that soul trickled into the vial, corked in shut, and slid into the Jesters belt, beside several other glowing vials. "--A pleasure doing business with you sir," rising up off the man, footsteps creaking over the sagging floorboards, he exited quietly from the building, heading into the night...