a y a h u a s c a –– for over 5.000 years, indigenous tribes in south america have been brewing and using ayahuasca for rituals. according to mythology, the ayahuasca plant has its origin in the mystical beginning of time, and is sometimes interpreted as the result of the incestuous union between the Sun and his daughter, the first woman. no matter the origin myth, ayahuasca is seen as a vehicle which transports humans to primordial visions and knowledge. in fact, the active hallucinogen in ayahuasca is DMT, the most powerful hallucinogen known to humans, which is released in large amounts at both birth and death.
One second he’s chuckling at the Red Paladin’s frumpy helmet hair post mission, completely unaware of the unguarded eyes watching him; and in the next, lips are on his.
Startled, he doesn’t dare move.
Run? Kiss back?
Running sounds pretty swell now.
The man slacks against him, starting to pull away after what feels like seconds. Oh no, he took too long. He screwed up.
Keith pulls away from him, eyes casting on the ground. A mumbled apology begins on his lips but never leaves them as Lance digs his fingers in the collar of his chest plate, slamming their mouths back together.
Joker+Harley x bruises? do with that what you will! ;) (doesn't have to be sexy times it could even be joker finds bruises on Harley or something like that hahaha)
Other Anon:Prompt: one night after date night joker finds scars &/or bruises &/or cuts &/or hickeys(idkk?) on Harley’s body (pick and choose what you want!) and he starts to freak out and be possessive and either thinks she’s cheating on him or demands to know who hurt her so he can end their life.
I already have a fanfic where Joker finds a bruise on Harley (x) So I modified these asks just a little.
“Wow, what a view!” Harley gaped over Midway city, “Must be nice working on the 115th floor.” She whined, the penthouse she and Joker lived out was nice but you couldn’t see every building, every street, all the people walking on the ground looked like ants.
A gasp from beside her.
Harley snapped around, gun drawn she found no one.
The blonde’s eyebrows pulled together, confusion etched on her pretty pale face. She looked around the top floor of the ‘James LaCour’ building. Dead bodies littered the ground, blood pooling the nice wood from Harley’s rampage not a minute before. She had gone through ten men, to get to the millionaire CEO James LaCour. Only to find that no one sat behind the desk at the back of the wide room that now reeked of the dead. Harley’s adrenaline was still buzzing from the battle, her body singing for more murder.
LaCour owed her Joker money and Mr. J would get his money.
Harley looked for the source of the gasp, glancing over the dead men’s face to ensure that they were actually dead. No one was getting out of here alive.
A shadow moved just slightly from behind the desk, Harley walked around and saw a grown man crouching under his desk. A drawn pocket knife in his hand, he jumped when he saw Harley notice him.
“Please, don’t kill me.” He gasped, sweat dripping down his bald head.
Harley crouched down next to him, lifting one finger up to his face. She pulled out the photo of James LaCour that Frost had cut out of the newspaper. Harley glanced back and forth between the paper and the terrified man a few times before she clapped.
“Yahtzee!” Harley screeched, crumbling up the photo and threw it behind her, “It’s a match!” LaCour jumped at her sudden high pitch tone, “Hi, I’m Harley. I’m here on behalf of Mr. J, I believe you owe him some money.” She stuck out a hand to the horrified man.
“Y-yes,” He stammered, “It’s only a few days late. I was gonna give it to him by tonight. Please! I promise!”
Harley’s eyebrows rose, “Well as much as I’d love to sit here and talk like this, how about we get into a more comfortable position?” She asked suggestively, winking at him.
LaCour was still hiding under his desk and Harley was crouched beside him.
“Here,” She said, “I’ll even let ya sit in your chair.” She stood up and positioned the chair for him to sit. LaCour looked at her smiling face before shakily climbed into his chair and sitting down. “There, relax.” Harley whispered close to his ear.
Just like that chaos erupted. Harley drew her gun and pointed it at the CEO’s head. Every door on the top floor was opened at once, giant guns drawn behind their masked faces and nice suits. Harley laughed as Mr. J’s henchmen littered the room.
“Hi boys! Nice of you to join us!” Harley placed the gun back into her holster and walked around the desk. The man behind her whimpered. “Would two of you handle this?” Harley pointed a thumb at the sweating CEO. Two henchmen walked forward immediately and took hold of the man, one pointed a giant gun at his head. He groaned, whispering a prayer under his breath.
“Ms. Quinn,” Frost said still panting walked closer to Harley, “I have a request.”
Harley rolled her eyes, “What is it, Frosty?”
“Ms. Quinn, I request that you stay with us, please.” Frost begged, eyes on the floor. He knew not to look at her for too long, “I request that you stay close to us so we can storm the suspect together, please.”
She knew why he was requesting this, it was his job to make sure Harley didn’t walk out with a scratch on her when Mr. J wasn’t around. If she ran ahead, then he couldn’t look after her and his life would be on the line.
That’s why Harley ran ahead.
“That’s not how I see it, Frosty.” Harley frowned, wiping off her bloody knife on his tux sleeve, “How’d Mr. J like to hear that you put me in danger cause you couldn’t keep up?”
“He wouldn’t like to hear it, Ms. Quinn.” Frost sighed agreeing.
“That’s right.” Harley smiled at him, turning around and walking back towards the CEO, “Now what do we do with you?”
Just like that the CEO stupidly, bravely had a knife in his hand. The CEO lunged forward with the knife Harley jumped away so the knife didn’t end up across her neck, but it did scratch her upper arm. Through the sleeve of her nice brand new ‘DADDY’S GIRL’ red and black shirt. The henchmen immediately ripped the weapon out of his hand and forced him onto the floor, however, they knew better than to kill him.
Harley frowned touching the rip in the shirt, drops of blood running out of her arm. Then, she started to laugh this is gonna be even better show than I originally thought… the wound wasn’t bad, but Mr. J would see a severed arm.
“You’re so stupid.” Harley giggled, glancing at the blood coming out of her cut. The foolish man seemed to realize what he had just done. “Prepare him for puddin.”
After she said this, three henchmen were on the CEO. Pushing him against the wall and holding him there, the CEO had multiple guns on him quickly. Harley rose her phone to call Mr. J but not before getting one good hit with her bat into the CEO’s stomach.
“Mr. J?” Harley made sure to put on her sad, hurt voice. The Joker picked up on the second ring, Harley was told not to interrupt his fun, happening in a lower floor of the building, unless there was an emergency.
“Spit it out, Harley.” His growled into the phone, she could almost feel his anger and she grinned wider.
“I think you should get up here, puddin.” She stared at the terrified CEO’s face, “Someone hurt me.”
The Joker roared with rage, she heard gunshots ringing out and bodies hitting the floor. As the gunshots grew closer, the CEO started to beg for his life. Apologizing repeatedly to Harley, saying he would raise the deal by two million, three million, ten million if she wanted. He just wanted to live. Harley ran a finger across her burning cut.
“I loved this shirt,” She pouted, ignoring the CEO’s pathetic attempts to stay alive. She wanted to be the one to kill the CEO for hurting her, but for the show it was worth it to wait for Mr. J. Harley heard a familiar laugh, footsteps, and more gunshots coming closer to the room Harley and the CEO were in.
“Puddin!” Harley voice broke, frowning, she held out her arm. The Joker was growling as he walked over to her, he didn’t take his eyes off the cut.
“Let me see.” The Joker grasped her arm with rare care, her ran a gloved finger up the stream of blood running out of the knife wound.
“Am I gonna lose it?” She asked, tears coming to her eyes.
“No,” His eyes unblinking as his free hand grasped her chin and looked over her face, “Stay strong and I’ll make it up to you at home, pumpkin.” He growled, snapping his head around as he tried to control his anger. Harley giggled, excited.
Mr. J walked up to the CEO, charisma and anger radiating off of him as he drawled his gun. Joker kept strolling towards the sobbing man until he was right in his face, his gloved hands grasping his cheek.
“I’d like to set up an appointment.” Joker grinned at him. “Are you tied up?”
“Joker, I didn’t mean to!” LaCour cried, “I’ll give you a bonus! A giant bonus! Two times, five times, ten times more! How about that, Mr. J?” He begged, “I’ll give you ten million instead of just one! Just let me live.”
“Isn’t it so funny?” The Joker smiled, “The will to live. How the rat will continue to fight when it’s between the cats paws? How the gazelle will attempt to run after seeing the lion?”
“Fifteen million dollars!” The man shouted.
“How a human will still beg with the killer draws the gun?” He laughed lowly, his gun rising until it was under the CEO’s chin.
“Puddin, it stings!” Harley let out a small whine from behind Mr. J, she frowned as she held her arm. Her cry seemed to awaken the demon in the Joker.
With a sharp growl the CEO had a hole in his head from the bullet, his pathetic whimpering ended. The Joker killed the henchmen that held the CEO down too. It was their job to make sure the Queen didn’t have a scratch on her, they failed. Frost was spared only because he knew where to steal the dead CEO’s money.