royalclownprincessofgotham
Lucy Quinn
Daughter of the Joker and Harley • Open RolePlay • RP Smut/NSFW with age 21+(Mun and Muse must be of age) • I role Lucy as an adult (21) but willing to do younger if requested. Will NOT DO NSFW with younger Lucy
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She winced when he dabbed her wounds rge medication burning her wounds. Lucy had been afraid to cone to her father but when it came down to it he was the only person she knew that would take care of her.
Which was a funny thought in itself as the man infront of her was no stranger to hurting her either.
Whe he spoke his question Lucy looked up her pale blue eyes narrowing. "You, but I want to look in his eyes as you do it." She said her lip trembling a bit in anger.
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"You were right, he hurt me just like you said he would."
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reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much
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Jason: *angsting about bruce*
Lucy Quinzel: oh, you think you got daddy issues?
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"Why is blood so hard to scrub out of carpet"
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Inbox me; "Double dare" and I'll generate a number between 1 - 15.
NSFW // 1 - 15
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Inbox me; "Kinky..." and I'll generate a number between 1 - 70.
VERY NSFW!! 18+ ONLY!!
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GIVE MY MUSE A NICKNAME / PET NAME.
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Lucy was shocked when the man changed but quickly collected herself. "Oh of course magic," she said biting her red lips. Maybe she should not have rushed into something before doing her research.
That thought quick escaped her and was replaced with, oh well, because she could make this work.
"Oh honey you're in Gotham I'm sure there is some kind of ancient artifact in the museum or passing through the dock. Just last week Selina stole some jewel labeled as a Cats eye and it turned out to be the Ruby of life, and my Father once drank Margaritas out of the Holy Grail." She scoffed off the thought of magical items, "but we would have to fuck around with things and find out and seeing how we don't have fuck around and find out time I'll have to go with your second offer."
Lucy uncrossed her legs really considering what she was about to say. Was that thing really worth giving up to kill the Joker? Her life would change for the worse if she gave it up, and she would lose everything.
Making up her mind pale blue eyes looked into empty grey eyes, "help me kill my father and you can have," she stopped only for a second, "and you can have the only thing I have to give, my sanity."
Her sanity was the only thing that kept her from becoming a monster like her father. Kept her from everything she hated.
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"Do you wanna help me kill my Father?"
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There weren't many things the Clown did that brought comfort to Lucy but when he held her she clinged to him like a child.
As he pulled away she looked up into pale eyes as he spoke. She nodded as he spoke and her lips turned up a bit in a small smile.
"No, bring him to me," she said "I want him to look me in the eyes as you cut it out."
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"You were right, he hurt me just like you said he would."
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Send 🚿 or ‘Whoops!’ to walk in on my muse in the shower!
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Send me a "OH MY!" for your muse to accidently walk in on my muse naked.
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Lucy stood straight as the man talked her head tilting to one side then the next. She was studying him before she sat back down leaning back in her seat one leg crossing over the other.
"I have to apologize, It looks like I have mistakenly jumped to assumptions." A smile worthy of being inherited from the clown himself spread. "You see I am use to working with Rogues who climb all over themselves to get at my father." She moved her hands to rest on the arms of the seat she was in.
"I have approached this incorrectly, so let me start over. What would it take for you to help me kill my father? What could I do for the man who has everything to take the life of the man who means everything to the Gotham crime world?"
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"Do you wanna help me kill my Father?"
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Lucy raised raised an eyebrow at the man, "how is there no risk to me. I asked to ya help me kill my father not kill my father on ya'r own." She leaned in her fingers tangling together so she could rest her chin on the back of her hands, "next I want it to be a spectacle, and I want people to know it was a murder. The bloodier the better." She leaned in closer so that she was now raised out of her seat a bit, "Third, I am willing to let you take what you want, with the only stipulation being that you can't have my father's drug ring. That's mine for reasons I choose not to disclose."
"And finally," she fully raised out of her seat as she got closer her hands flat on the table, "killing the Clown Prince of Crime Wouldn't only get you fame and a part of his fortune, but it would also hurt my number 1 enemy, the Bat"
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"Do you wanna help me kill my Father?"
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Lucy kept looking at her phone's clock as she waited, this was the longest 20 minutes of her life. She paced in the small space she was in fidgeting with her bloody shirt, and running a bloody hand through her hair. When her eyes weren't locked on the time they shifted to a bloody crate that was across from her.
As she paced she was muttering to herself, but ever so often her muttering would turn into light giggling. The giggling would quickly turn into a laugh that was obviously inherited by the Joker. When this happened she would stop and cover her ears squeezing her eyes shut until the laugh died.
She was calming down from a laugh when she heard someone approaching.
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[Text] I’m down at the docks, near C Dock
[Text] please, no bat. Just you.
[Text] my father is not involved……yet
[text] hold tight.
[text] 20 minutes.
He’s already suiting up and with the possibility of the Joker showing up, he’s certainly not taking the concussive rounds Bruce insists he uses on his missions in Gotham. If his hands are just a hint less steady than usual, he’s pointedly ignoring it. The same way he’s ignoring his previous agreement to always notify Roy or Kori when he thinks he might face the clown.
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Lucy shook her head tears rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed, "you made the choice to have me and leave me. You could have stayed, could have stayed away from HIM. Been there when I needed you" Her sobbed turned more into a laugh that she tried to stop from coming out, "you could have at least explained to me that the reason anytime I laughed I got slapped because I sound like HIM, instead to just yelling at me."
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For any Harley rp
"I needed you! I needed my Mom and you left me for HIM"
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"You get the bragging rights of killing the Joker," her smile spread, "and when I take control of his assets I'll give you complete control of the gun shipments."
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"Do you wanna help me kill my Father?"
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