Midsummer's Dream

I am the Red Hood, protector of Gotham City.
//Earth 3 Red Hood blog

"Looks like Owlman's getting sloppy if you're still running around."

"Or maybe he just loves having me around."

poolsmouth started following you

"Howdy howdy howdy.  Who might you be, all clad in red tights and coated head to toe in guns and weapons?"

unshadowedscout:

—Are you wearing…a bucket on your head.

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No.

aredaceamongclubs

didyamissmemista:

aredaceamongclubs:

"I get that a lot."  There’s a bit more laughter, and he straightens his tie, and flattens his lapels.

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"So, Harley, what is it ya do?"  It was weird, she looked like his ex-wife.

"Well, I was seein’ someone. We worked in ‘entertainment’…" She giggled, it was her own little joke with him, and she still liked using it. "But, he got mad at me an’ we got separated… I’ve been on my own doing whateva’ ta’ make money again. Got a friend ta’ bring my docter’s license back afta’ Arkham took it because-a him, he was a patient a’ mine. I miss him, I don’t think he misses me at all though. It was kinda’ like I became nuthin’ but a old worn out pair a’ shoes ta’ him. I help him and fa’ what?" 

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Then comes the laughter again, he shoulda seen it sooner, the resemblance, the clown motif.  Oh how blind he had been, but now he truly saw, “Hold the phone here, toots, but did your man, look a bit like—”  With that, he unhooked his hood, delicately took off his sunglasses, and removed the mask that covered the whole of his face.  The laughter getting louder.

"—This?"

aredaceamongclubs

didyamissmemista:

aredaceamongclubs:

"It’s never funny to play semantics, wouldn’t you agree?"

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"Hmm, well, I do consider myself a Jack of all trades, so I suppose, you could also call me Jack.”  There’s a distinct bought of laughter, and he extends his gloved hand.

His laughter was contagious, made Harley give a soft giggle. “Alright, Jack.” She said with a grin. “Much easia’ than callin’ ya Red Hood.” She took his hand softly and shook it.

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"Your laugh seems familar ta’ me." She giggled a bit more. It almost sounded like him but she had not heard from him since their fight.

"I get that a lot."  There’s a bit more laughter, and he straightens his tie, and flattens his lapels.

"So, Harley, what is it ya do?"  It was weird, she looked like his ex-wife.

aredaceamongclubs

didyamissmemista:

aredaceamongclubs:

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"Well, you can call me the Red Hood.

"Red Hood does not really suit ya though… I mean, it’s notta’ hood. It’s more like-a’ helmet, right?"

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"It’s never funny to play semantics, wouldn’t you agree?"

"Hmm, well, I do consider myself a Jack of all trades, so I suppose, you could also call me Jack.”  There’s a distinct bought of laughter, and he extends his gloved hand.

aredaceamongclubs

didyamissmemista:

aredaceamongclubs:

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"Now now, I would never accuse such a cute little number of being an idiot."

"Well, seems like someone’s a flirt, but I’m kinda taken."

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"Name’s Harley Quinn an’ you are?"

"Well, you can call me the Red Hood.

"★★★★★ YO! Five star blog. Send this to those who you think are not only quality in character but beautiful and quality out of character too."

//You sure you dialed the right number?

aredaceamongclubs

didyamissmemista:

aredaceamongclubs:

"Clearly I’m Iron Man."

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She began to burst into laughter then calmed down.

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"Actually, I met Ironman and he has yellow in his suit… Your helmet does not have eyeslots like his. I’m fool but notta’ idiot.”

"Now now, I would never accuse such a cute little number of being an idiot."

aredaceamongclubs

didyamissmemista:

aredaceamongclubs:

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"Me?"

"Wait-a-minute…"

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"Who are you?"

"Clearly I’m Iron Man."

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