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littlelucyquinzel:

joquer:

“Ya didn’t answer the queshhtionn, ladybug. Why are you so agitating, hm? Ya look like ya took the wrong turn and just missed your audition for Harley’s gang of harleys. Piece of advice? The death rates are through the roof, you’re better off eatin’ cheesepuffs and watching Teen Wolf on Friday nights.”

“How am I supposed to know? If anyone knows why I am agitating you it has to be you!”, the small blonde pointed out. Lucy’s eyes widened slightly as she listened to the man, unable to comprehend rather he was serious or not for everything that could seem like it was followed by some nonsense. “Sh…should I be able to understand what ya talking about?”, she asked, not as  confident as before.

“Well, mmmaybe if you’re one of those of those happy childhood kinda gals, if not then I suppose chilling outside with your ruffian friends would make more sense to ya, hm?” Joker chuckles as he tilts his head, his smile fading, eyes slightly widening as his gaze becomes unnervingly fixated on the smaller female, his eyes travelling across every feature. Something was seriously bugging him about her.

“Who are you?”