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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 16, 2013 19:37:00 GMT
Harley was a very happy girl. She'd just quite successfully robbed a bank, netting almost $60 million, and no one had stopped her. She was in an empty warehouse, dancing around the duffel bags full of stolen money.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Aug 18, 2013 18:30:26 GMT
Except the warehouse wasn't empty. Scarecrow was lurking in the shadows, watching as Harley walked in and celebrated a successful robbery.
It was by pure coincidence that he ended up in this warehouse. He believed it to be abandoned so he planned on using it for his own purposes.
He stepped back, with this being an abandoned toy factory, stepped on a squeaky bathtime ducky.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 18, 2013 18:34:22 GMT
Harley whirled around, gun in hand, looking around nervously.
"W-who's there?" She called into the darkness, her voice high and squeaky with fear.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Aug 18, 2013 18:37:38 GMT
Scarecrow smiled from ear to ear. The sound of panic was like music to him.
He then stepped forth from the shadows.
"A Scarecrow" he answered.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 18, 2013 18:39:59 GMT
Harley pointed the gun at him. "Whatever you want, just don't kill me." Harley practically sobbed. "I'm too pretty to die."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Aug 18, 2013 18:45:50 GMT
"It seems like the person who wields the power to decide who lives or who dies is you not me."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 18, 2013 18:50:28 GMT
Harley continued pointing the gun at him, her eyes darting about. She could dash, but he might take the money.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Aug 18, 2013 18:52:30 GMT
"I mean you no harm," he lifted his arms up slowly, "I'm a friend."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 18, 2013 18:56:20 GMT
"I don't believe you." Harley said, pulling the hammer back after a few tries. Something about this guy just unsettled her. She normally wouldn't be this scared, but she had no backup.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Aug 18, 2013 19:01:47 GMT
He continued to smirk, but of course she couldn't see that. He could tell his very presence disturbed her. It amused him greatly.
"I'm unarmed," he continued trying to his best to sound sincere, "And you have the gun. I don't plan on hurting you. But if you don't believe me, just shoot me."
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