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[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

WHO: Dexter Morgan and Harley Quinn
WHERE: Warehouse 4
WHEN: Night of 4/18
WARNINGS: Probably not
SUMMARY: Dexter is classy and picks her up by cab.
FORMAT: Paragraph.



Dexter was finding it easier and easier to seem like the average, helpful nobody here in the city. Almost easier than back in Miami, where it was down-right strange to offer help to an absolute stranger. Still, everyone here seemed to have the thought-process that they're all in it together, which really, Dexter wasn't going to complain about.
Still, the girl needed help getting out of there. Where ever she was. Dexter did the first thing he thought logical to do: He called a cab, assuming the driver would know where ever "warehouse 4" is.
The drive over was shorter than he expected, "Keep the meeter running..." Dexter shouted, running to the front of the warehouse.

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[quinnade.livejournal.com]

It was the middle of the night. She was clad only in her jester costume and nothing else. There were no weapons on hand or grenades or funny boxing gloves. There was the communicator, but that thing was starting to bug her what with all those people yapping about death and the Joker, whoever that son of a bitch was.

Harley had better things to do like free animals and accept rides from strangers.

She was leaning against the side of the building, her arms crossed, and an evil grin on her face.

"Ola amigo," she called out, spotting a man running toward the warehouse.

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"Como estas?!" He called out, seeing her ahead. So this was the girl stuck at the warehouse. Dexter had to remind himself what city he was living in. This wasn't Miami, Spanish conversation was out, and weird, colorful costumes were in. He also made a mental note that when he did pick out a costume for himself, it would be all black.

He slowed to a walk as he approached her, "I'm Dexter," he reminded her, holding his hand out for a shake, the polite thing to do. He realized he should probably be embarrassed that his idea of giving her a ride was pulling up in the back of a cab, but what could he do?

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

So polite. Harley laughed out loud and grabbed his hand. She firmly shook it, and she did not even have a buzzer this time to shock him! That would have to be remedied the next time a poor, unsuspecting stranger picked her up.

"I'm Harleen~" she responded, letting go of his hand and poking him in the chest like a toddler. "So you're my knight in shining armor?"

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Dexter shrugged, looking down at his bowling shirt and cargo pants. "Not exactly." He smiled, then nodded toward the cab, "I don't even have my own steed."

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

"Eh, steeds are overrated any ways," Quinn shrugged and skipped to the steed. It was a yellow taxi cab like in those classic crazy films staring Robert DiNeiro.

She hopped inside ignoring the frightened look the cab driver was giving her. She giggled and leaned back in her seat, putting her feet up on the one in front of her.

"How fast can this puppy go? Vroom, vroom."

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Dexter slid in on the other side of the cab. "I'm not paying you to stare." he mumbled under his breath, as the driver pulled away from the warehouse.

He smiled at Harley, she wasn't quite what he was expecting but...well you can't judge when you're being a good samaritan, "Why were you stuck out here, again?"

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

"If I knew, I'd probably be less confused and more pissed." Then she scrunched up her nose, tapping her chin in thought like a good evil genius. "Or happy."

She brightened up, smiling brightly. Her grin could burn retinas, she swears by it.

"To the zoo, by the way."

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Dexter raised an eyebrow in response. His own cheeks hurt watching her smile that big.

"Why, what's at the zoo?"

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

"A daaaate", she sang, wiggling her feet. Harley liked to play coy with men. It was so easy for them to fall into her traps. She was not as good as Poison Ivy, duh, since she exuded sexiness, but Harley had her own methods.

How else did she graduate GU?

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for Harley, Dexter didn't really get sexiness.

"I thought you'd be more concerned about getting home?" he commented, shrugging. "Besides, animals aren't too fond of me."

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

"Well, now I gotta change of plans." She was spontaneous, jumping from one idea to the next and it was a dangerous combination with her insanity. Not that Dexter needed to know that. As far as he knew, she should be a perfectly normal clown girl going to the zoo for some harmless fun.

She laughed. "'Fraid of a little tiger bite?"

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"A change of plans?" Dexter sat back stiffly in his seat. He'd find some way out of this. He just wasn't sure how yet.

"That's why they're behind cages." he replied, "So that I don't have to be."

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

"A date!" She beamed, wiggling her feet. They better be there soon, because she was getting antsy for some mayhem. She'd hate to hijack the car and let this poor, sweet man get harmed in a high-speed race down the City center.

Whatever.

"Ya gotta take risks, Dex!"

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I take enough risks, I think." he answered very quickly, with a bit of humor in his tone. He was getting nervous now. Not truly nervous, but sort of an anxious feeling telling him the entire thing was a bad idea. He could handle it, and if worse came to worse he could surely escape unharmed, but he wasn't sure what good it would do.

He eyed her from the other side of the cab, making sure to keep his expression as neutral as possible. "Besides, I didn't even get you flowers."