Lord Of Chaos In DC

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As the announcer finished his words, smoke filled the dance arena, obscuring the floor in a misty haze. The anticipation in the air was thick, and the energy of the club only seemed to heighten. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a sultry, playful giggle echoed through the room.

Then, from the smoke, she emerged—Harley Quinn, the infamous Queen of Gotham's underworld and the Clown Prince of Crime's own twisted masterpiece.

She was a vision of chaotic beauty, dressed in attire that left little to the imagination. A tight, cropped shirt, nearly translucent under the flashing club lights, clung to her chest, exposing her toned midriff. Below, she wore nothing but a pair of lacy red panties, adorned with small diamond-shaped patterns in black, paying homage to her harlequin origins. Her long, slender legs moved effortlessly in high-heeled boots that clicked against the stage as she swayed to the music.

Her signature platinum blonde hair, dipped in pink and blue, framed her face in twin pigtails, swaying with every calculated motion. Bright blue eyes, outlined with heavy dark makeup, glowed with mischief and danger, while her lips—painted a deep crimson—curved into a playful smirk. The black heart tattoo on her cheek and the slight smudge of red lipstick only added to her raw allure, an unhinged masterpiece of temptation and violence.

The music boomed, and Harley moved in perfect rhythm, twisting her body with a mesmerizing grace that held the audience captive. She twirled around the pole with practiced ease, bending, arching, and teasing as she entertained the entranced crowd. The air filled with whistles, cheers, and the unmistakable sound of crisp bills fluttering onto the stage.

Yet, beneath the lust and admiration, Nuxsus could feel something else—fear. The club-goers, no matter how much they cheered or threw money at her, were terrified. Their energy was laced with caution, as if they all knew exactly who she was and what she was capable of. They watched her not just with lust, but with the silent understanding that a single wrong move could spell their end.

And yet, despite this, one fool still dared.

A drunken man, emboldened by liquid courage and sheer stupidity, reached out, fingers grazing dangerously close to Harley's backside.

Time slowed for a brief second.

Harley paused mid-dance, her body still as a predator before a kill. Then, in a flash, she spun on her heel and grinned wickedly at the man.

"Oh, puddin', you must be lost," she cooed sweetly.

Before the fool could react, her boot connected with his nose in a vicious, skull-rattling kick. Blood spurted instantly as he howled in pain, clutching his shattered nose. The crowd gasped, but no one dared intervene.

Harley wasn't done.

With a manic giggle, she hopped off the stage, straddling the man's chest. Before he could beg for mercy, she snatched a beer bottle from a nearby table and, with a swift and brutal motion, smashed it over his head. Glass shards rained down, and the poor bastard's body went limp beneath her.

Screams erupted, but no one moved. This wasn't new. The regulars knew better than to interfere. The newcomers? They simply learned a hard lesson that night—Harley Quinn was as deadly as she was beautiful.

Satisfied, she wiped a smudge of blood from her cheek with the back of her hand, hopped back onto the stage, and resumed her dance as if nothing had happened.

From the bar, Nuxsus watched, his crimson eyes gleaming with intrigue. He tilted his drink back, downing the rest of the whiskey in a single gulp before exhaling in satisfaction.

"Ahh…" he sighed, stretching his arms. "Chaos, I've found her."

"Hm? Found who?" Chaos purred in amusement, floating lazily beside him.

"My first entertainment," he murmured, his lips curling into a slow, dangerous grin. "Finally… someone worth the chase."

Without hesitation, he stood, striding toward the dance floor with the confidence of a man who feared nothing. The crowd parted as he moved, uncertain of what was about to unfold.

Reaching the stage, he leapt up in one swift motion, ignoring the shocked murmurs and gasps around him.

Harley turned, blinking in surprise as he caught her wrist, his grip firm yet not forceful. Their eyes locked—his glowing with fiery ambition, hers flickering with curiosity and wild unpredictability.

"You there," he said, voice smooth as silk but carrying a weight of dominance.

Harley raised a brow, lips twitching into an amused smirk.

"Why don't you be my woman?"

Harley tried to move her hand off him, but his grip was tight—tighter than she expected. She tried to kick him in the balls, but just as her leg neared its target, it froze in place as if an invisible force held it back.

"The hell—?!" she muttered, her blue and pink pigtails bouncing as she struggled. "Aw, great. You a supe or somethin'? Why do you guys always gotta ruin my fun?"

Nuxsus laughed, a deep, rich chuckle that echoed through the club. "Ruin your fun? Quite the opposite! I love your fun! I want to see more of it—more chaos, more entertainment. And you, my dear, will be my first piece in achieving that. Here, watch."

All around the bar, tens of bottles lifted into the air as if pulled by unseen hands. Then, with a sickening crunch, they smashed into the heads of the bouncers struggling to cut through the crowd. The men dropped instantly, groaning in pain or lying motionless on the ground.

Harley's eyes widened slightly, but her grin never faltered. "Oooooh, spooky. Lemme guess—ya can move stuff with your mind? That's a neat lil' party trick."

Nuxsus grinned wider. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in this world… Well, I have been here for only a few hours, but still. I am here to claim you as my own. What do you desire, love?"

She placed a hand on her hip, tilting her head. "Sorry, sugar, you're barkin' up the wrong bat. My heart's already spoken for. There's only one man who makes me swoon, and he ain't you, toots."

Nuxsus smirked. "Is that so?" He leaned in slightly, his crimson eyes glowing faintly. "Well then, if that man of yours happens to drop dead… does that mean your heart will be free for the taking?"

Before Harley could reply, a voice cut through the club like a blade—smooth, theatrical, and dripping with madness.

"Hoo-hoo! HAH! Now that's an interesting thought!"

The club lights flickered as a man stepped forward, clad in a purple trench coat and a twisted grin stretched across his chalk-white face.

Harley gasped, her entire face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Puddin'!" she squealed, bounding toward him like an overexcited puppy. She snatched up her signature bat, twirling it over her shoulder. "You came to rescue me!"

The Joker cackled, resting a gloved hand on her cheek. "Rescue you, my dear? No, no, no, that won't do. I came to claim what's mine." He turned his gaze to Nuxsus, his smile widening as he pulled a comically oversized bazooka from behind his back. "And you, my oh-so-fabulous intruder, are getting a one-way ticket to fireworks city!"

Before Nuxsus could react, Joker squeezed the trigger. A missile erupted from the barrel, streaking across the club and slamming into him with explosive force.

BOOM!

Nuxsus flew backward, crashing through the bar as bottles of whiskey and rum shattered over him, drenching his hair and clothes in alcohol. Smoke curled through the air, and for a moment, there was silence.

Then—

Laughter.

Low, rumbling at first, then rising into something wild and unhinged.

As the dust settled, Nuxsus emerged from the wreckage, his shirt tattered, his hair dripping liquor, and his eyes burning with exhilaration. He licked a stray drop of whiskey from his lips and grinned.

"Ohhh, now we're talking," he mused, cracking his neck. "I think I just found my favorite people in this world."

Joker's eyes gleamed. He let out a delighted hee-hee-hee and clapped his hands together. "Oh-ho! I like you. You're just ooozing potential!"

Harley giggled, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Ya sure ya wanna mess with us, handsome? Me 'n' Mistah J don't share well, if ya catch my drift."

Nuxsus rolled his shoulders, taking a step forward. "Oh, I don't need to share either, As I stated before, He Dies, and you will become mine, as simple as that"

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