Harley Quinn - Dr. Harleen F. Quinzel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
madformistahjay) wrote2017-11-13 08:47 pm
madformistahjay) wrote2017-11-13 08:47 pm
[For Jason Wyndgarde] Waking Up
After falling head over heels and down on her knees for Jason after his little nudge in the right direction with his abilities, Harley had been only too willing to set up in a lavish Gotham mansion with him. 'Playing house' as she had called affectionately called it. Of course settling into the mansion involved a little pest control - removing the current occupants. That had been an elaborate affair in and of itself. Harley of course wanted to just bash their heads in and call it a day; Jason knew such a violent display would have Gotham PD flying up the driveway before long. So he had used his abilities to have the occupants go on a long trip abroad. One they were unlikely to return from.
This allowed the villainous pair to occupy the mansion as long as they wanted.
The first few weeks had been steamy and a nearly endless chain of sex throughout the mansion. Harley had insisted they christen every room, after all.
But after a while, Harley slowly began to come out of the fog Jason had put her in. Harleen's voice grew louder and louder, shouting at her that something was amiss. Perhaps it was Harley's insanity that allowed her to slip slowly out of his control.
And when she did...her fury was unspeakable.
Harley stomped through the house, finding Jason in the study. She grabbed the first item she could put her hands on - an antique vase - and hurled it at him with all her strength. "MIND CONTROL? YOU THINK YOU CAN BRAINWASH ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT!? YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!!" She shrieked.
This allowed the villainous pair to occupy the mansion as long as they wanted.
The first few weeks had been steamy and a nearly endless chain of sex throughout the mansion. Harley had insisted they christen every room, after all.
But after a while, Harley slowly began to come out of the fog Jason had put her in. Harleen's voice grew louder and louder, shouting at her that something was amiss. Perhaps it was Harley's insanity that allowed her to slip slowly out of his control.
And when she did...her fury was unspeakable.
Harley stomped through the house, finding Jason in the study. She grabbed the first item she could put her hands on - an antique vase - and hurled it at him with all her strength. "MIND CONTROL? YOU THINK YOU CAN BRAINWASH ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT!? YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!!" She shrieked.