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Quick thing... While I didn't borrow much in terms of the actual PLOT, I want to say up front that this was completely inspired by Spoider's 4-panel comic with Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn over in the Adult Artwork section. Seeing that... just got my wheels turning. So... THANK YOU, Spoider!


It took Harley Quinn a few minutes to make her way through the poorly lit corridors of the abandoned industrial complex, to the basement storage facility where the Joker was hiding out.

"You wanted to see me, boss?"

"Yeeeeeesssss, Harley, come in! Sit down!" There were no chairs, other than the one the Joker occupied behind an ornate desk that looked out of place in the otherwise spartan abode. "Have you heard? Crime doesn't pay!"

Harley chuckled a bit. "Yeah, boss, I've heard that."

"Well… lately, it seems… crime hasn't paid much at all. Resources are thin, profits are down, and the long term industry trends are simply not favorable…"

"Are you firing me, boss?" Harley was nervous. The Joker meant far more to her than mere employment.

"No, no, NO, my dear! On the contrary… I want you to do a job for me! And a rather important one at that! One that will pay the rent, give us a few laughs, and possibly have the entire world eating out of our hands!" As he said this, he got up from behind the desk and adjusted the ruff on the neck of her costume.

"Oh boy, thank God for that!" her relief was genuine. And as it was, she was beginning to wonder how long they were going to be hiding out in factory basements. "So what's the job?"

"The black diamond!" his eyes opened wide as he said it.


"Good heavens, my girl, don't you read the newspaper?"

"Boss! You know I don't…"

"The Gotham Metropolitan Art Museum will be displaying one of the mythical Black Diamonds!"

Harley was clearly confused. "Black diamond? Who'd want a Black Diamond?"

The Joker sighed in exasperation. "The Black Diamond is a mystical artifact of great power! The last time one of these was loose, the entire world was practically plunged into global chaos! And I want it!"

"OK, boss… But something like that… The security's gonna be pretty tight. How do you plan to get in?"

"The word on the street is that Catwoman and Poison Ivy are trying to team up. Apparently one of them has a full schematic of the Museum's security system and the other possesses the Security Passcodes to disable the alarms. And because the Museum has no idea what they're actually putting on display… There will not be any additional security measures taken!"

"So… Uh... What's stopping them?"

"Oh... The usual."

"You mean: Bat…"



"say it!" The Joker groaned. "BUT… That's where you come in! I've arranged for a meeting with both of them, where you are going to give them the following offer: In exchange for bringing you in on their team, and giving you an equal cut, I'll make my presence in the City publicly known, and lead Batman on a wild goose chase the night of the heist. And the joke will be on him, because while you three commit the crime of the century the mighty Joker will be nothing more than a mere diversion!"

"But… Boss… If they sell the diamond and all we get is a third… Then how…?"

"SILLY GIRL!" he yelled, jumping right up to her and bending down to meet the diminutive criminal nose-to-nose. "That's just the offer you're going to make! Once you're in their confidence, you will gain entry to their hidey-holes, find out where they've stashed the security schematics and pass codes and after you STEAL them, we'll go and filch the diamond the night BEOFRE the planned heist!" Even this close up, she could see his grin pervading the perimeter of her peripheral vision.

"Oh… I get it, boss! You're a genius!"

"I know, Harley, I know." The Joker stood up and made a futile effort to neaten his hair. "Now get going, you're meeting the two of them at Selina Kyle's Penthouse in one hour! And don't forget my darling little thief: Find those schematics and passcodes and steal them!"

"You can count on me, boss!" Harley answered, saluting enthusiastically.

"I certainly hope so, my dear!"



The door to the Penthouse opened revealing Selina Kyle is a black silk bathrobe. Behind her stood Pamela Isley, who had already arrived, fully dressed in her Poison Ivy regalia.

"You're late," said Catwoman.

"Sorry!" Harley Quinn responded, flashing a smile just big enough to be annoying.

"Well, come in. And let us know what kind of fool's errand your boss sent you here on."

"Awww… You're no fun! And here I came *sniff* arms extended to try and help you guys out!"

Poison Ivy was not impressed. "You work for the clown. And if there's one maxim in this filthy town I believe in, it's NEVER work with the clown!"

"Awwww… *sniff* come on! This time it's legit! For reals! And the best part is *sniff* you'll never even have to see him! *sniff* That the whole idea!"

Poison Ivy still looked unconvinced, but Catwoman was intrigued, "Well… I like the idea of not having to see him. What's the deal?"

"Well… *sniff*," Harley started, pausing to wipe her nose, "He figures you two already know what's going to be on display at the Gotham Met, right?"

"Yeah, yeah… The Black Diamond." Poison Ivy scoffed. " So?"

"Soooooo… *sniff* oh man… *sniff* He also figures that you guys got a plan to get in!"

"And suppose we do," answered Catwoman, "Where do you come in?!"

"Weeeellll… *sniff*" Harley stopped, and rubbed her nose again, more vigorously, "Oh, MAN! *sniff* In exchange for a third of the cut, *sniff* he'll agree to make a major disturbance, *sniff* clear on the other *sniff* side of town, leading Batman as far away, *sniff* and keeping him as much otherwise occupied as possible! *sniff*"

"What's the matter with you?" Poison Ivy asked derisively. "Are you sick or something?"

But Harley didn't answer. She just held up her index finger as her eye's crossed, her brow furrowed and her nostrils flared. She felt as if electricity was running through her nose. "haftaa… snee… eeeeEEEE-HAAAATCH-CHUMFH!" Harley was bent over by the force of her sneeze, and the bells on her jester's hat jingled for a few seconds as she remained in that pose.

Poison Ivy scoffed, as if disgusted.

Harley stood back up, holding her index finger under her nose, and flashing a self-deprecating grin. "Sor-reee! *sniff*"

Catwoman tried to keep their business conversation on track, "Well, fine. It just so happens that we MIGHT have a way in and WERE hoping we could take on someone to handle the diversion side of things…"

"haaaatch-CHOOMPHTFT!" (jingle-jingle)

"… that would definitely make things easier…"

"haah… haaaatch-CHUMPHLTFLT!" (jingle-jinlge)

"… in terms of the whole 'Bat' situation…"

"*sniff* aaaah… *sniff* HAAAHTCHMPLBLT!" (jingle-jingle)

"Oh for the love of…" Poison Ivey was getting annoyed.

"Harley?" Catwoman asked, "You wouldn't happen to be... allergic to cats, would you?"

"*sniff* I don't… *sniff* ooooooh… *sniff* I don't know. I… I… heee… heeeaaAAHATCHOOEY!"


"Well, could you stifle it girly? We've got work to do!" Poison Ivy was just about out of patience.

"Don't be so mean, Pamela…" Catwoman said, walking over to Harley Quinn, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and gently rubbing a silk handkerchief over her nose. "It's not like she can help it…"

But her motivation was far from altruistic. She had been handling one her cats just before Quinn's arrival and was certain that her robe was covered in cat hair and dander.

"Gee… *sniff* thanks, Miss Cat… I… I… *sniff* Oh my God… Miss… C… Ca… Caaah….Haaah…. HaaaaeeeEEETCHOO! Hee-YAAAAHCHOMPLGHT! Hetch-OOOHHMPH! Hetch-CHOOMPH!" Her bells jingled with every body-bending sneeze. "D'ya think I… *sniff* could use… *sniff* your powder r… roo… rreeeAAAHTCHOOMLPLGT! ...room?"

"Oh, you go right ahead, darling!" Catwoman replied, giving her a pat on her bottom as she started away. Once she was out of sight, Catwoman's attention was turned back to Poison Ivy, "OK, now that the little delinquent is out of an earshot… what do you think of the Joker's offer?"

"PLPPLBPLBBLBPBLPLBLT!" Harley Quinn gave her nose a mighty blow from the privacy of Catwoman palatial guest's bathroom. "Hoo-Boy! *sniff* Working with Catwoman and allergic to Cats! What could possibly be worse?" But when she looked back at the mirror she jumped, swearing that she briefly caught a glimpse of the Joker's maniacally smiling face, just behind her.

"Ah… Hahah… haha…. Ha. Yeah… Well… Allergy or not, the boss is counting on me to get this done!"

She gave another mighty sniff and looked back in the mirror. Her eyes were red and itchy and the tears had made her mask wet and smeared her makeup. Worse, her nose had been running so badly, and she had been rubbing it so much, that her white makeup had been wiped completely clean, and what showed through was various shades of pink and red.

"Oooooh… *sniff* Only for you, Mister J.!" And with one more hearty sniff, she looked outside the door and, rather than return to the main room and rejoin the conspiracy, Harley Quinn quietly made her way down the hallway in the other direction, heading towards Catwoman's bedroom.

"*sniff* Nice place she's got here." Harley thought to herself. But the tickle in her nose was quickly growing to almost torturous levels. She rubbed her finger under it vigorously. "OK. *sniff* Gotta be fast. Look for a safe, or something…"


'Oh no!' Harley thought as a Siamese crawled out from behind the bed.

"*sniiiiiif* Ooooooooh! Safe! Safe! Where is it?" she asked herself, fiercely rubbing her nose and trying not to sneeze.

"Mmmmrrroooowww!" Another Cat crawled out from behind the bed.

"eep! *sniiiiif* Oh my God! I'm in trouble, Mister J.!"

"mrow!" a third cat came out of the walk-in closet, and before she knew it there were a dozen cats going in between her feet, and rubbing themselves against her shins and calves, vying for her attention and affection.

"Oh no! *sniff* kitties! *sniff* Go away! *sniff* Need to… *sniiifff* [rub-rub-rub] find the safe for Mister J.! I… I ca… I can't…. I…. haaaah… Oh please…. *sniff* haaaaaaaaaah…. No…. *sniff*…. Haaaaaah…. Haaaaaaaaaaaaah… HAAATCHOO! HETCHOO! heeeATCH-TSHOO! Haaaah…. Haaacthoo! Hetchoo! Hetchoo! Heeeaaatchooo! HAAATCH-TSCHOOO!" (jingle-jingle)

"Can I help you?!" Catwoman was standing in the doorway, tapping her foot and eyeing Harley Quinn suspiciously.

"P… P… *sniff* Powder room?" she asked, smiling innocently, and pointing towards the door to the master bath with the same finger she held under her nose in a vain effort to prevent any more allergens from getting in.

"GETOUTOFMYROOMTHISINSTANT!" Catwoman screamed, pointing back down the hall, to where they had been waiting for her.

"*sniff* Sorry…" Harley said as she slunk slowly away. 'Mister J.' she added, silently, in her mind.

Harley found that she could breathe just the slightest bit easier once back in the much larger, much more frequently cleaned, main room.

"OK… then," Catwoman began again. "While you were *ahem* indisposed, Ivy and I discussed your boss's offer, and have decided to accept it. I assume you'll be coming with us, then?"

"*sniiiiiiffff* Mmmm."


"Yes! Yeah! *sniff* I'll be with you."

"Good because we could someone…"

"Haaaatch-SHOO!" (jingle-jingle)

"…to create a diversion…"

"HAAAAATCHSHPLGHT!" (jingle-jingle)

"…on the scene as well."

"Haaah…. HAAAAAH-CHUMPPHLT!" (jingle-jingle)

"And you should be a natural at that, right?"

"Y… yea…. yeeeaaaaAAAATCH-CHOOMPHPT!" (jingle-jingle)

Poison Ivy finally lost her patience, "Of for cripes sakes, I don't know what's more annoying: The sneezing or those god-forsaken BELLS!"

"*sniff* Hey, I'm sorry.. .*sniff* I can't… *sniff* I can't help it, I wish I could! *sniff*"

"Hmmmmm," Catwoman realized that they would still have a lot of the master plan to go over and that Harley was next to useless in her current state. "Ivy? Any chance we could do this at your place?"

"Yeah! *sniff* That would work for me!" Harley was as excited about the opportunity to finish at least half of her mission as she was to get away from the cats.

Poison Ivy rolled her eyes, but realized that Catwoman had a point. "Oh, fine. You know the place already, so… Harley? Here's the address."

"*sniff* Can we go over there now?" Harley asked, desperate to get a breath of air that didn't set her sinuses on fire.

"You can," Catwoman answered, "I'll need a little bit of time to get dressed and… into character. One hour OK with you, Ivy?"

"Sure. See you both then."

Back down on the street, Harley was disappointed to find that she still felt every bit as miserable as she had upstairs. "*sniiiiiffff* Stupid cats! *sniff* Getting me in trouble with my boss now!" She rubbed her nose with one hand and hailed a taxi with another.

Once she hopped in, the driver was immediately startled at who he's just picked up, her boss's reputation preceding her. "Harley Quinn!" he gasped.

"*sniff* Don't worry mister… *sniff* I'm feelin' way too miserable to even run away and skip out on the fare… *sniff* here's fifty in advance… *sniff* just get me to this address… *sniff* OK?"

"No tricks?"

She lifted up her masked, revealing her bloodshot eyes and tear-soaked makeup. "Does this face look like it's in the mood for tricks? *sniff* Just drive, will ya?"

And as Harley curled up into a pitiful, sniffling ball in the back seat, the driver spent most of the ride over daydreaming about telling his friends how he "had a real-live 'super-villain' in his cab this one time!"

And before long, Harley Quinn found herself standing outside of what looked like a huge, privately owned greenhouse. Figuring she could use the time to clean herself up a bit, and possibly restore some of her dignity, she waited for Catwoman to show up before going up to the door herself.

"You're looking a little bit better," Catwoman remarked.

"Yeah. *sniff* Still a little stuffy, but I'll manage. Hey… I'm sorry about the mix up back there."

But Catwoman just laughed, masking her suspicions perfectly. "Oh, that?! That's nothing. No problem at all! It's a big place. ANYONE could get lost in it! No sweat!"

"*sniff* Heh-heh-haaaah." Harley laughed, somewhat pathetically, knowing she was being played, but still lacking any of the vim necessary for a comeback.

The door to the greenhouse opened, and Poison Ivy appeared, now dressed in green civies, much as Catwoman had gone casual back at her place. Harley was starting to think the Joker was the only super-villain around who insisted on dressing the part when he was at home.

"Come on in!" Ivy invited them.

But as soon as Harley walked through the door any notion of relief she had from being away from the cats was obliterated in an instant. Whereas Catwoman's penthouse was at least cleaned regularly, and fairly large, even for a handful of cats, the air in the green house was saturated with the pollen of whatever Poison Ivy was growing here and Harley's nose was immediately set ablaze.

"*sniff*!" (rub-rub-rub) "Oh my God…! Hetchoo! Who… haaah… haAAATCHOOMPH! fills… heeeEEETCHOO! An entire greenhouse… HatcTCHOO! with… HAAAHTCHOOMPLBT! RAGWEED?!" Her bells jingled through the entire fit.

Poison Ivy was indignant, "RAGWEED?! Miss Quinn, I can assure there is no RAGWEED in here!"

"*sniiiiiiffff* coulda fooled… heeeeYAAATCHOOOMPH! …me! *sniff*" (jingle)

"There is nothing in here except for Orchids…"

"HAAAAAH-choomphf!" (jingle-jingle)


"hup-chumf!" (jingle-jingle)

"…and some special hybrids, of my own design"!

"haaaaha… hAAAAAHHHHH…. HAAATCH-TSCHOO! Hut-TXCHOO! HaaaaAAHHCTH-CHOO!!!" (jingle-jingle-jingle)

"Oh, for the… Seriously? Really?"

"*sniff* …yeah… *sniff*"

"Ok, look, Selina, does she really need to be here?"

"haaaath-chmfpt!" (jingle-jingle)

"I mean… Maybe she should go back and tell her boss…"

"*sniiffff* HaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH-choo!" (jingle)

"…that we'll accept his offer. I mean, if she's going to be the diversion, she can probably just wing it, right?"

"Does that sound OK to you, Harley?" Catwoman asked, feeling half-sympathetic and half-glad to be little of the little troublemaker.

"*sniff* yeah *sniff* I gu… gue… gueeeEEEESSSTCHOO! *sniff* I guess so." Harley answered defeatedly, wiping her nose on the back on her hand, and sniffing up that which was pouring out. And, knowing that her chances of finding anything in that greenhouse were just a tiny fraction of what they were back at Catwoman's penthouse, she left, not having accomplished ANY of the objectives her boss had assigned to her.

She knew she couldn't take a Cab all the way back to the Joker's hideout, so she walked, still sneezing (causing her bells to jingle) every dozen steps or so. She wasn't even in the mood to be particularly careful about keeping out of sight and so was spotted several times to the first surprised, and then confused, gasps of Gotham's gentry as they tried to figure out what to make of the sneezing, sniffling super-villain.

After a few hours walking, finally get her sneezing under control, and getting some of the ability to breathe through her nose back, she started down the steps that led into the Joker's subterranean lair. At this point she wanted nothing more than to fall down and go to sleep, but she knew she'd have to apologize to her boss, and try to figure out how to create an opportunity to redeem herself.

"*sniff* Hiya, boss. *sniff*" she said, slumped over in both shame and exhaustion.

"My dear Harley! You look a wreck!" the Joker was only feigning sympathy, but Harley didn't care.

"*sniff* I'm sorry boss… *sniff* I couldn't…"

"Oh, you don't have to explain my dear, I heard the WHOLE thing!"

"*sniff* …huh…?"

"You see I planted a mini-bug in your ruff before you left!"

Harley felt ashamed. "*sniff* Why boss? Dontcha trust me?"

"Oh, OF COURSE dear! It was only there for your… protection! You just can't trust some of these super-villains you know!"

"*sniff* I'm sorry boss. But… *sniff* at least they took the offer?" Harley offered a pitiful smile, but she could see that the Joker wasn't moved.

"Harley, Harley, Harley… You know that this will cost me two-thirds of the cut…"

"*sniff* Yeah, boss, I know."

"…And you KNOW that I'll be keeping your share because of that."

"*sniff* I know, boss."

"…And OF COURSE, you'll still have to be… punished."

"*sniff* I know, boss." And while Harley Quinn could almost have looked forward to a good, hard spanking or some electric-play with the Joker's joy-buzzer, when he finally started laughing, she was horrified to look up and see what he had produced for behind the desk:

A bouquet of a dozen lilies and a fluffy white cat.

"Eep! Oh, no!" she thought, as the Joker stepped out from behind the desk.

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I loved the story Niceguy. I just wish that 3 of our girls and one of our guys could do the voices and the sneezes in an audio story/play.

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I loved the story Niceguy. I just wish that 3 of our girls and one of our guys could do the voices and the sneezes in an audio story/play.

OMG!!! Wouldn't that be awesome?!

YES, PLEASE!!!! :D (Any takers?) (I'll do the Joker, if you can't find anyone else!) (But forget that... If anyone wants to just read the line and send them to me, I'll edit the thing together! Seriously... ANY TAKERS?)

Funny that you mention that, because when I was done with it, I was shocked how diaglog-intensive it is. I don't think there's a single paragraph in the whole thing with more than two sentences! And then I realized that I wasn't really writing a short story, so much as I was writing a COMIC BOOK. (And personally, I'd have loved to have Spoider do it as a full comic, but... well, toss that in the same bucket as as a LOT of things that I want that are simply too awesome for me to ever see!)

But yeah: I totally dig your idea: RADIO DRAMA!


And thanks also to Queenie, NoV and Klaus Schnell as well for your kind words.

And I really wasn't planning on doing any more lke this but...

...I certainly would if someone did what Metalknight was proposing! B)

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I would love to do voice work

I was in Radio on the speech team and I had my own radio show while I was in college. its my dream to do voice-over work :D

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I would love to do voice work

I was in Radio on the speech team and I had my own radio show while I was in college. its my dream to do voice-over work :zippy2:

I tried to PM you, but the Forum wouldn't let me. Send me an email (niceguy@toke.com) if you're interested. I've got one other guy so far that's responded, but no girls yet. (Come on, ladies! :laugh: )

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So far, I'vegot 1 girl, maybe a 2nd, and 3 guys (for two parts!)

So, if you're still interested, check out the ascript in the CASTING CALL thread, read a few lines (or as much of the part as you'd like to) and send it to niceguy@toke.com.

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if one of the two guys drops out let me know

otherwise they can have first dibs

Sorry to keep bumping this, but Klaus_Schnell's messenger system is not enabled.

Klaus? Please email me (niceguy@toke.com). I'd like to get back you, but outside of this thread.

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