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@ofclownprinceâ:
âI thought I saw him twitch.â Jeremiah replied with a smile, glancing down at the body. He gave it a moment. He then unloaded the rest of his gun into the corpseâs head. âAlright.â He decided, pocketing his gun again. âI doubt heâll move now.â He said, walking over to the woman. He didnât mind her, she thought a lot him and honestly- looked a lot like him. Making him feel a sense of kinship. âSo, where to next, partner?â
Bianca looked at the body on the ground, watching blood splatter against the pavement as bullets were fired into its head. There was a disturbing grin stretched across her face, and a few giggles escaped her. Using her cane, she poked the corpseâs side. After being trapped underwater by Batgirl, sheâd injured her leg trying to get free. It was healing well, but the cane added to her aesthetic anyway, so she didnât mind using it. âHeâs as dead as a dodo,â she agreed. The man called her partner, and she stared into his silvery eyes. âPartner. I like it. Iâm sure there are a few more people around here who owe me money. Jokerâs work is never done,â she mused, twirling her cane around in her hand. âSay, have you ever shot someone in the kneecaps? Letâs go and do that! The screams are... intoxicating.â Â
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the haunting of hill house
season 1, episode 3
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Do You Wanna Touch Me? (Gary Glitter Cover) | Joan Jett
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Nadia nodded. She felt bad about spilling the womanâs coffee, but she was always fond of the idea of making new friends, especially ones that looked this interesting. âYeah, if you just put some sodium percarbonate and mix it with some good ole H2O, youâll draw that hydrogen peroxide right out into cleaning your coffee stain. Unless youâd rather not use hot water. Then, youâd probably need to add in some tetraacetylethylenediamine, which, really, why wouldnât you? Itâs a stronger bleaching agent anyways since it reacts with hydrogen peroxide to produce peracetic acid.â She shrugged. âThat is a very nice way to repay someone. I love it!â
The girl started rambling about different chemicals, and Bianca found it hard to keep up. She wasnât unintelligent by any means -- she knew how to make her own poisons. But this conversation wasnât something she could make sense of. âYouâll have to write that down in English for me. I was keeping up until after H2O,â she said, laughing. âOr I could send it to the dry cleaners. Iâve always been one for doing my own dirty work, but who doesnât enjoy a rest?â The grin on her face grew wider when the girl agreed to accompany her. âFantastic! Iâll buy you a coffee -- youâre not too young for that, are you?âÂ
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The women had fooled him just for a mere moment, the green hair, pale skin, much too long to be Jeremiahâs and too much of female form to ever be Joker. But in the sea of flashing lights and loud music, it wouldâve been far to easy to mistake the women for someone else. âWell Iâm glad you decided to check out the Iceberg, itâs not for everyone, or so Iâm toldâ He replied softly before sipping his drink, it was interesting to hear the women speak. she spoke with such knowledge that seemed almost like they knew one another in a different way. âWell Iâm afraid sword swallowing isnât something the younger people tend to go for and as for the bodies hanging from the ceiling they really do nothing for light, donât tell me youâre disappointed? â
"Not for everyone? Whyâs that?â Bianca asked, glancing around the room. Penguin asked if she was disappointed, and a loud, erratic laugh left her lips. Why wouldnât she be? He was a notorious villain and somehow had this city in his pocket. He was top dog -- yet his club seemed completely normal. She at least expected to see some shady things taking place, maybe some drug dealing in a corner. âThe younger people here have no taste. The thrill it brings, and the fear. What is there to dislike?â Looking up at the ceiling, she grinned, shrugging one shoulder. âIsnât darkness more exciting? Nobody knows whatâs happening. Someone could get hurt, and nobody would know...â
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To say that the woman looked familiar was an understatement. What was it lately, with all these clowns popping up outta nowhere? Was it something she had done? Or worseâŚ.was this someone sent byâŚhim?
The young man sheâd met only days prior had been a spitting image, but younger, and then there was the little clown girl sheâd met outside her apartment. Now, here was someone else that reminded her a little too much of her ex. But this lady, was different. She couldnât put her finger on itâŚ.but there was something about her. Harleyâs defenses were up, but her curiosity would always win.Â
âNo offense lady, but ya kinda remind me of someoneâŚâ It almost broke her heart to bring it up, but the elephant in the room was the fattest f&*%er there ever was. âYou wouldnât happen to know Mistah JâŚwould ya?â Harley narrowed her eyes at the stranger, charming as she was- she couldnât be trusted, not when she looked so much likeâŚhim. What kind of coincidence would that be?
It took all of Biancaâs self-control to not roll her eyes. Of course she reminded this woman of someone. She reminded everyone of him. âI do?â she replied, clasping her hands together as she stared at the other. When asked if she knew Mistah J, she shook her head, a wide smile on her face. âI donât, but everyone here seems to think I do.â It was frustrating. Bianca was her own woman, and Joker was her name first. She was alive before he was!Â
âIâm new to this Earth.â Confessing to this woman wouldnât put her in danger. Besides, Bianca had always loved the thrill of not knowing if something could go horribly wrong. âI arrived here a few weeks ago, and everyone thinks Iâm related to this Mistah J fella. Iâve never met him -- he doesnât even know I exist.â Or if he did, he was staying away from her. He was probably worried she was going to knock him off his pedestal as one of the most hated villains.
Bianca stepped closer to the blonde, but still kept some space between them. âMy name is Bianca Steeplechase, and I solemnly swear that he is nothing to do with me, punkin.â She extended her hand towards the other, waiting to see if sheâd take it and introduce herself. If she didnât, Bianca would be frustrated, but that was fine. She could work with that. The best and most loyal girls were always the hardest to charm.Â
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âDonât drink that! I saw some guy slip something in there.â || @littleredscarlethoodâ
Bianca was surprised by the girlâs announcement, and she immediately put the cup back down on the counter. âOh, how fun,â she said, taking the lid off the cup and swirling around the contents. There didnât seem to be anything off about it, so she brought it up to her nose, inhaling the scent. All she could smell was coffee, but she didnât know what kind of drugs were around nowadays, considering she was from 1962.  âAh well,â she shrugged, putting the lid back on and swapping her cup with someone elseâs that was on the counter. Oh, she had a latte now. How fancy. She sipped the drink, then smiled at the young girl. âThanks for the heads up, little bird.âÂ
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âIâm so sorry! Are you alright?!â || @theunstoppablenadiaâââ
Bianca was irked that someone had bumped into her and that she now had coffee all over her blouse, but she laughed it off. The girl looked young, and she wasnât about to slash her with her nails in the middle of a busy street. Plus, kids werenât her enemy. They never had been. âItâs fine,â she said, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading across her face. At least this kid wasnât scared of her like most were. Strange. âWhatâs a little spilt coffee? Iâm sure itâll wash right out,â she shrugged. âAccompany me while I buy another, and Iâll consider you forgiven.â
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Why so serious? đâ¨
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I just donât think you can really know so much after such a quick encounter.
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âYou look familiar, have we met before?â || @notyourpenguinâââ
Bianca leaned against the bar of the Iceberg Lounge, shaking her head at the question. A lot of people here seemed to think that they knew her. It was unnerving. âNo. Iâm new to the city -- Iâve only been here for a few weeks.â In those few weeks, sheâd dug up as much information on this Earthâs Penguin as she could. He was in a very high position of power, and she wanted to use that to her advantage. âItâs a pretty nice club youâve got here,â she commented, then sipped her drink. âI thought that one of the most feared men in New York would have bodies hanging from the ceiling, or at least people swallowing swords on stage. You know... a little danger.âÂ
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âDo I know you?â || @ofsuicideblondeâââ
âNo, but Iâd like to know you,â Bianca all but purred. The blonde looked a little bit like Hayley from her old Earth. She was definitely more attractive and older, though. The pastel colours in her hair, and the style of her makeup was magnificent. And her dress sense was even better. Bianca was already taken with her, and theyâd only just met. âMy nameâs Bianca,â she told her, taking the womanâs hand in her own, and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. âItâs a pleasure to meet you, doll.â
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âYouâre gorgeous.â || @ofduelaââ
Bianca eyed the woman who had complimented her, noting how similar her appearance was to her own. âYouâre not so bad yourself,â she said, with a smile. Back on her own Earth, sheâd been used to capturing peopleâs attention and charming them into falling for her. But on this Earth? Things were harder. She was always being compared to a man who had the same alias as her. Apparently, he was less liked than she was. People were scared of her here without good reason. âI like it when people say what they think. Whatâs your name, punkin?â
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