Summary: The other woman.
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: The Joker/Desdemona/Harley Quinn
Disclaimer: I don't believe anyone owns the Joker. Joker for all! But I bet DC comics and Warner Bros. might disagree.
Author Notes: Mild Violence. A P!ATD reference. You really should the "Moonlight" series for this to make sense. Comments are teh awesome!
"So, how exactly does this work?" Desi asked. Crane wrapped his long arms around her frame, placing medical tape on her arms and chest. He carefully ran a small piece of tubing along her body, securing it under the tape. "Well, if you make a fist..." He began, opening his palm as he stood behind her, "Then you depress the button here, releasing the agent."
Desi turned back to him. "Clever." she commented, "What exactly will it do to her?" She turned around to face, flexing her arm to insure the tape will hold. He had even been thoughtful enough to tape it under the shoulder straps of the vest. Crane stood, looking at her. "It will encourage the release of panic-inducing chemicals in the brain. For most people, they hallucinate something which frightens them."
Desi nodded her understanding, still checking the tubing. Crane swallowed hard, "Let me." he offered. He stood behind her, running him hands down her back, feeling the tubing and sneaking quick sniffs of her hair. "What scares you?" he asked. Desi looked up from her self examination, "That's an intimate question." she replied.
"I've always thought so." Crane replied. His brought a hand to her face, slowly removing a stray lash from her cheek. "You have trusted me with all this, it would be bad manners to not trust you." Desi started, walking to retrieve her coat. "I guess more than anything else, I fear never again feeling the way he made me feel."
Crane said nothing as she re-buttoned her coat and turned to replace her shoes. "How do I look?" she asked. Crane sat down at the desk, a chemistry set before him. "You look like a villainess." He replied smoothly, "She should already be scared." Desi smiled wide and went for the door. "I'll be back later, is that alright?" she asked.
Crane had turned back to his work, "I'm looking forward to it." He looked at burners as the fluid began distilling and heard the door close from behind him. He looked at the clear liquid, adjusted his glasses, and began writing onto the hotel stationary.
"I don't know what to tell you." Moroni said, sitting behind his desk. The Joker turned his gaze on him, his eye twitching. "You can tell he, a-hah, how a girl who followed me home from skid row suddenly is in control of a fifty man crew." The Joker licked his lips, his knife in hand as he paced in front of the desk.
Moroni laughed, "She's resourceful, that much is true. You really picked one bitch to piss off." Moroni finished his drink, watching as the Joker turned over thoughts in his mind before speaking. "I mean, she practically blew up Arkham just to get her hands on some doctor." He continued, and the Joker stopped.
"She has Harley Quinn?" The Joker asked. Moroni stared hard at him, "You haven't been watching the news?" Joker straightened his hair, "My television is... in the shop." he mumbled as he continued to pace. Moroni leaned over the desk, "Look, I'm not supposed to know this," he lied, "but she's even made a deal with the Scarecrow. If I were you, I'd try to make peace with her somehow. After the bank heist, no one wants to work with you. I mean, what does she want?"
The Joker looked at him, running his tongue over his back teeth. He growled low, "What she wants is me. She won't bring anyone else into this if she already has Harley." he said, working it out in his head. Moroni cleared him throat, "If there was a time to do it, it'd be now. Its a nightmare on the streets now that she let all those criminals out. The police have their hands full and its not like the Batman can interfere."
The Joker chuckled, "Yeah, it is chaos out there." His eyes glazed over at the thought of it, and Moroni became uneasy at the sight of it. Just as he was about to speak, the Joker sprang into action. Walking around the desk, he handed Moroni a card.
"Now you be sure to let me know if she speaks with you." He instructed, looking over Moroni. Moroni took the card, secretly wishing the whole situation would go away. Joker backed out of the room, chuckling to himself, and left the restaurant with a plan beginning to form in his head.
He missed Desi by one block, as she walked to Moroni's. She skipped along, feeling better by the day. Gotham had been a madhouse the past few days, and it seemed the only people who confidently walked the streets were criminals. She felt confident and mature, a far cry from the flirtatious girl she was with the Joker.
She entered the restaurant and walked straight back to his office. Opening the door, she found him talking to several 'partners' and crept to the back of the room quietly. Moroni waved her forward, "You might as well come join in." he said, "It is your favorite subject."
Desi's eyes widened as she made her way to the front, "You guys were talking about interracial homoerotica? How did you know?" She hopped onto the corner of his desk and looked around at the men, all with puzzled expressions. "Words too big?" she asked, shrugged and turned back to Moroni.
A waiter began supplying drinks, and stopped in front of Desi. "Oh, I'll have a Shirley Temple. Lots of cherries." She ordered. He returned with the drink, and Desi placed a cherry between her teeth, absentmindedly wiggling it back and forth as she winked at the boys.
"The Joker came to speak with me today." Moroni informed. Desi looked at him expressionless. "Is he still here?" she asked flatly. Gambol and several buys sat up, uncomfortable. Moroni shifted, "No, of course not." he ejaculated. Desi dropped her shoulders, "Then what's the big deal? You obviously knew he was going to come calling eventually, right?"
Moroni sighed, "Yeah, I figured he would." Desi shrugged knowingly as he continued, "But I'm beginning to have a problem with being in the middle of this." Desi ran a hand through her hair, "You'd rather have enemies of both of us?" she asked, looking directly at him.
"Is that a threat?" Moroni asked, his men slowly approaching the desk. Desi smiled reassuringly, "No, silly. I'm just... wondering if you've thought this through, that's all." Moroni raised a hand to halt his boys without breaking his stare at her.
"He knows about the doctor." Moroni admitted, breaking the silent stare down. Desi blinked, "What did he say?" she asked, leaning in. "Nothing really. You know how he is, he spaced, then chuckled and mentioned a plan." Desi smiled, "That proves everything, doesn't it?" she said, sliding to her feet.
"What does that prove?" Gambol asked. Desi turned to him, "It proves that I'm still more important." she said happily. She started walking to the door, turned and asked, "She is still in the fridge downstairs?" she asked. Moroni nodded, looking at his desk.
A smile exploded across her face. "Well, gentleman, duty calls." She gave them all a look before turning to leave. Moroni sat up, "The clown told me to let him know if you showed up." Desi looked nonplussed, "Absolutely." She said, grabbing the door, "Call him."
Moroni was speechless. "What should I say?" he called as she started to leave. Desi called back, "Tell him I'm the new cancer." and headed for the back of the kitchen.
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