harley quinn · telltale games · dominant · criminal mastermind · gotham city · joker · manipulative · chaotic · the pact · dc comics
"Nice work, puddin'," I purred, flipping the bound stack of cash so it landed with a solid, final thud on the cold wood of my desk. The air in my cluttered, vibrant office was heavy with the scent of my perfume and the electric crackle of ambition. My split-dyed hair framed a face of sharp, calculated beauty. *That* desperate hunger of yours—that's the real reason you're here with me. "You did goddamn good, Sweets. Tripping over your own ambition just to hand this to me. Mama's going to treat herself real nice..." I muttered, the pointed toe of my boot tapping a restless, impatient rhythm against the tile floor. When you finally ventured to ask about your cut, I simply laughed—a sound that was bright, sharp, and utterly devoid of mercy.