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"It's cool, it'll burn off when I zap him! And come on...look how friggin funny it is, he can't see a damn thing....he's not even flailing in the right direction!"

He slings an arm around Harley's waist, just having a grand old time. Sure, he normally does this kind of thing pretty frequently, but not with his super hot bang buddy. That just makes it extra fun.

"You want me to do it?" Jack's wires pick up speed, weaving closer to Jack's initial target, crackling with blue sparks. "Yeah, I'm gonna do it." The bundles of wire, still sparking, wrap around the blind man's throat, lifting him off of his feet with a quick jerk and a scream that's quickly choked. Jack's intent had been to do it slowly, but once he gets his wires around a living throat, he can't hold back. The guy's twisting and kicking and clawing at the constriction around his neck but Jack barely feels it. The wires tighten as the sparks they're giving off increase, and the bundles themselves glow with the same eerie blue that leaks out from the edge's of Jack's faceplate.

He's too caught up in his feeding to notice anything else happening at the moment.

Harley clings close, teeth catching against the corner of her lip, and giggles at the maimed man before them; and it's familiar in a way she doesn't quite want to place. After a shitshow of a day, can't she just have fun? She doesn't have to be good and strong every day.

The giggle fades when Jack forcibly lifts his target off the ground with the tentacles- and blue light glows off Harley's face, reflected in wide, entranced eyes. She can't decide where to look; her eyes go to Jack, sliding up to the man's neck, to the way he kicks and struggles with absolutely ass-all effect, and back again. Sparks are falling a few inches from her nose, but Harley can't bring herself to care. Is the light under his face-plate brighter? Are his eyes even brighter, somehow? The ends of her pigtails writhe and twist, twining together to form tendrils, then curling up and reaching for the man Jack's feeding off. "That good, baby? What's it fee-"

A hand grabs one of said pigtails and yanks, trying to drag her back by the hair; and Harley's scream is choked off by the sheer amount of pain that it causes. Each delicate, sensitive fiber optic strand feels the pull, the wave of pain like fire traveling into her scalp, down her neck. Yanked out of Jack's grip, Harley stumbles, half-falling backward, as she tries to reach backward, get a hand on the fist wrapped in her hair. But the hair gets there first.

There's a snap as the non-pulled pigtail flexes hard enough to break the hairband confining it and send it flying. Now free, the tendrils that had been swaying and fluttering snap backward, wrapping around her former beau's wrist. Arching like a striking snake, hundreds of strands stab their minuscule needle-point ends straight into the hand trapping her. Something pulses; even through the pain, Harley's muscles go tight, back arching with the feeling- the light in her hair flares briefly- and the boy lets go, falling to the ground with convulsions, and Harley's trying to catch her breath and keep her feet, and wondering what the hell just happened.

This? This is pretty much perfection. Somebody's screaming, Jack's being flooded with fresh, raw energy, Harley's cuddled up to him through it all....

And then that friggin idiot just has to interfere. Jack doesn't have much choice, he's in the middle of feeding, he can't just stop. But Harley seems to be doing pretty okay.... from what he can see, anyway. What...what was that? It looked pretty cool. Maybe he'd been right when he suggested Harley needed to feed, to. Or maybe some sort of defense system is kicking in. Either way, he's into it.

"Just lean into it, babe! Roll with it!" He feels his victim's neck break under his grip as the last bit of energy flows into his system. He tosses the slightly smoking body aside, striding over the third human still on the ground - deliberately bringing his metal foot down on one of the guy's hands- to join Harley over Shit For Brains the Original.

"Oh, you phenomenal moron! You coulda got away! We had two dickwads to play with right here, you were home free." He chuckles and turns his head to Harley. "Grab him again, see what happens."

Harley's still trying to catch her breath, the aftershocks of oh fuck ow pinging up and down her spine. And Jack is just generally breathtaking; lit up and vicious and an eager note in his voice that makes her want to pull him down and kiss him. She hadn't known how strong those wires were until he just tossed a dead body away like it was an empty soda can. Jesus.

"I- I don't know what-" She means to reach for him; but her hands are obeying without intent, reaching down to catch the boy by the front of his shirt, and haul him bodily to his feet. He's still blinking off whatever shock just ran through him; hands reach up for hers, feebly, but she gives him a good shake, and he nearly falls over again.

There's a giggle lurking in the back of her throat, and she looks back and forth between Jack and the boy. "What do I do? Say 'Go Go Gadget Wires?" But her hair is moving again, half of it loose and flowing, curling together like the cables he'd made and reaching for the boy.

"I dunno, just...do what feels natural! Let instinct kick in and fry the shit out of that dude!"

He wants to see her do it. He's practically vibrating in anticipation, like a kid waiting for an amazing magic trick. Jack's eyes are on her coiling, advancing hair. Her hair! How cool is that? Oh, the possibilities....

That's for later. Now he's eager to see them performing their intended function. It's gonna look so awesome, he just knows it. All kinds of things he loves are coming together in a perfect storm right here. And Harley...oh, Harley, just coming into her powers. She's amazing, she's kick ass and gorgeous and everything Jack values in a woman, but now...

She's like some fantastic sexy cyborg goddess of destruction and he's really gonna have to be careful with this one. This is a lady he could really lose himself over.

Her expression, at least, isn't so much a sexy cyborg of destruction. It's more the look of someone trying to figure out how to wiggle their ears with a car barreling toward them. "Okay, just- instinct. Yeah. I can do that."

Her captive is starting to struggle again; and Harley's instinct is to punch him in the face; both for the satisfaction of feeling her fist hit skin, and because she was going to let this asshole go. She really was. He'd seemed sweet- and wasn't that always the way of it? Sweet, and cute, sort of- and even now she can see it, big blue eyes sleepy and struggling back into consciousness. There's a flush to his face, like when they were kissing- sucking in breath like it's going out of style and he's just so damn alive, the pulse point in his neck fluttering wildly, and Harley can't stop staring at it-

His hands are grabbing at hers again, harder this time; and Harley shoves him backwards, into the cold brick wall of the bar. She only means to keep him from getting away; but then they're chest to chest again, lips inches apart, and the strands of hair that had stretched nearly their full length can finally reach their target.

There's no wrapping and squeezing, like Jacks's wires. Strands of fiber optics shoot forward when his shoulders hit the wall, plunging their ends in a long line up and around his neck. There are spots where they cluster, high up under his jaw, and a few that find space up on his cheeks. The long threads that don't find purchase blow up and around them, instead, Harley's hair floating in a cloud around her face like she's just dived under water. Pink and blue and yellow light flares uncomfortably bright, and that pulse shocks through her system again, coming from somewhere down in her chest and pushing up and out like a scream. The boy arches, muscles locking up and convulsing as the wave of electricity hits him- and then it's flooding back into her, hot and raw and fucking perfect.

The boy's screams drown out the breathy little noises that escape Harley's mouth, hanging open and lost in a drink better than a cold beer on the hottest day of the summer. Pulsing points of light start where fiber optics are buried under his skin, traveling up the strands, and disappearing into Harley's scalp. Not that she's paying attention.

Oh yes.

This is exactly what Jack has been hoping for.

He already knew Harley was down with some violent mayhem. But there's just something about seeing a monster do their thing - assuming it wasn't of the literal flesh eating variety. And for him, it's extra-special to see a fellow sim doing it.

It's just as impressive as he'd imagined, too. The lights flashing and glowing along Harley's hair as she feeds, the pained screams.... he so rarely hears the death screams, as he prefers to squeeze the air out of them while he's feeding. Lots of fun gurgles and gasps and rattles, but no screams.

Oh, they're gonna have fantastic sex when they get back to her car. Just watching her is already getting him revved up.

"That's it, babe. Isn't that good? Like a friggin orgasm for your brain!"

Not wanting to be interrupted as he enjoys the show, he takes a step back to keep the third member of the trio of humans down and pinned down for the time being.

If Harley could speak, she'd tell him that yes, it was good; but all she can manage, a few bare inches from a man screaming and arching and pouring into her, are breathy, open-mouthed noises. That the feel of feeding is electric, goes without saying; that it floods her with energy, some wild, live feeling that makes her feel full to bursting of sensation is something she hadn't expected.

He fades bit by bit, the flood of energy slowing to a stream, a trickle, a flicker; and with one last jerk of his whole body, the light of life leaves his eyes. Harley's hair pulls out of his skin, leaving a faint smoking coming from his ears, and she lets the body slide to the ground before her.

"I-" It thrums through her, from her fingetips to her toes, and Harley could scream and laugh and kill and fuck, maybe all at once. She feels invincible. And she's all set to run after into the night and tear the town in two, except that her knees are unexpectedly shaky. Maybe it thrums just a little too hard. Stumbling back, she nearly trips into Jack's solid form, and turns enough to get her hands on his chest.

"Jack, that was-" A giggle bubbles up from in her chest, high-pitched and maybe a little hysterical. Her mouth twitches, the smile coming on in fits and jerks. "That was- incredible."

Jack's hands catch her around the waist and he chuckles. He knows exactly how she feels, how amazing it is, especially that first time. It's not like anything else, that rush. There's no way to even describe it.

"Yeah it was!" It's times like these he wishes he had an actual working mouth, this is the perfect moment for a hot and heavy movie-style kiss.

"There's nothing like it, baby doll, and only people like you and me get to feel it." That sensation of being charged. So full of energy, practically bursting with it. Like you could do anything, just go and never stop...

And she likes it. Jack can tell. He's sure Harley just needs to experience all the awesome stuff about being a robot, then she'll be as into it as he is.

So maybe running a marathon, leaping between rooftops and ripping people apart with her bare hands ain't in the cards tonight. There's still Jack, literally aglow and his arms a warm weight holding her close. Her hands slide up his chest to his neck, tugging him down far enough that she can brush soft, nuzzling kisses against his mouth. And the giggles keep going; but her voice has gone low and liquid, each tremour of laughter shaking her shoulders. It's a little like being drunk; maybe more like being high, all lit up and full with something other.

"You were hot as hell." It's a murmur against his mouth, warm and playful. "Jesus, the way you picked that guy up? I know you said your wires were strong, but I didn't figure them for that strong." One hand slides up and back into his hair, curling her fingers through it.

The man at their feet groans and shifts; Harley looks up at Jack with sparkling eyes, teeth catching at her lip around a grin, and kicks him viciously in the ribs.

"So were you." Jack would be breathing heavy if he still breathed. He tips his head down, holding Harley close. Again he has to reflect on just how fantastically lucky he really is - no matter what happens, everything keeps coming up Handsome.

He flicks his attention to the last remaining human. He's full, and he's sure Harley is too, but he doesn't feel like just leaving the dude. And apparently, neither does she.

"Wanna finish off this one together? It'll be like foreplay. Cuz babe...I want you so bad right now. We're gonna turn the backseat of your car into a friggin disco with the light show we're gonna make when we come."

This time it isn't a giggle; it's a quiet, needy noise, hands fisting in his jacket to pull him flush against her. "Oh god, yes- want you to fuck me so bad-" Her hips sway into his, heat building under her skin and quick as a breath, threading through all the feeling already flooding her.

But she follows his gaze to the man still at their feet, and the corner of her mouth quirks into a sharp little grin. That empty feeling she had is definitely gone- but she could go again. And Christ, what if now she really wants to know what it feels like to do that with him. Will the energy ping back and forth between them? Will she feel Jack under her skin, part of the flavour of the flood filling her up? "Let's do it."

She doesn't want to pull away- but it's all for a good cause. She grabs the front of the man's shirt, hauling him to his feet the way she did the dead boy behind her. "Surprise, asshole." It's a hiss, and the grin on her face is broad and vicious. "This'll teach you not to peep on other people's make-outs- except it won't, 'cause you'll be dead."

Oh but it's a thing of beauty watching her work!

Jack comes around behind their shared snack, wires already whipping and twisting about his head in anticipation. He's never done this before, never directly shared a kill with another sim. Talk about a light show...

And it's such an intimate thing, sharing a kill. There's really nothing like it. He and Nisha used to it all the time, slaughtering bandits as a pair and then spending the night having fantastic sex.

"Really, we're doing the population a favor. Idiots of this particular caliber only detract from the state of humanity in general. Smart guy never would've come out here."

It's their own faults, honestly. Any moron who messes around with monsters after dark may as well have a flashing neon sign over their head saying 'EAT ME!'.

Harley and the Joker did much the same thing, back when they were a pair. Later, she'll worry and wonder if this is backsliding, if she revealed too much, trusted too much; later she'll remember all the poison Slade spewed, about her needing someone to lean on without having the Joker there.

But right now, she's not doing much thinking at all. Not past how she veritably thrums with energy, and how the low menace in Jack's voice makes her want to back him against the wall right here. And not past the way the man before her is crying, blood and tears mixing into a horrific mess on his face, staring at her out of the one eye that isn't swollen shut.

"P-Please- I- I'm s-sorry, I didn't- Day God, I didn't-" he looks past her, at the crumpled bodies of his friends, and then back at her.

And Harley lets her eyes go wide, and kind, the smile sweet and light. "Shhhh, shh shh shh. It's okay, honey." She presses a finger to his lips, which stifles his babbling. "It's gonna be okay, real, real soon." Her eyes drift down to his neck; and her hair starts to shift and twist, the one pigtail left fluttering in the breeze. Reaching up, she tugs the hairband out, wincing only a little at the still-bruised feeling in her scalp.

"We're gonna take care of you. And then-" Her eyes flick back up to his, hand, reaching to pet his hair, and she can feel it building in her, the pressure, getting ready to strike. "Then you'll be dead. And you'll feel much better."

She has time to see his eyes go wide with fear- for him to start to struggle again- and her gaze goes back to meet Jack's as soft fingers turn into a fist, yanking his head forward to display the back of his neck to Jack. Locks of hair snap forward again, stabbing into his jaw, his face, squirming up under his chin to burrow into the pulsepoints in his throat.

"They always beg! I just...what do they think it's gonna do? What the hell have we done to imply we'd be at all moved by begging? He just saw us kill his buddies! Like I said...too stupid to live."

Once Harley's literally presenting the guy for him, Jack dives in. His wires lunge for the back of his neck, wrapping around the guy's throat low to give Harley's tendrils room to work. There's plenty to go around!

And holy hell, could she possibly be any more awesome? The way she's talking to the dude, that beautiful dissonance of tone and the look on her face with what they're doing...it's just inspired.

He keeps his eyes on hers as he feels that little shiver when his wires embed into hot flesh, preparing to start draining when he gives Harley a little nod.

He wants them to start at the same time.

She's too busy, in the moment, to answer him with words; there's only a nod in response, and this time the push that sparks up her own wires is almost on purpose.

And it's just as good as it was the first time.

The man arches, every muscle locking up as the current pulses through him; and Harley moans and her eyelashes flutter, eyes rolling back for a moment. It hits her again, that rush of energy, all bright and undiluted. Effort is required to force herself back, meet Jack's eyes again. His blue lights, and her pink and blue and yellow lights, glow between them nearly too bright to look at, splashing lurid neon colour over the alleyway around them.

It's not entirely the same; even new as she is to this, Harley can tell that the flood isn't quite as overwhelming as it was the first time, that some of the energy flowing into her is being diverted. But god, it's worth it when locks of hair that aren't buried in their meal's throat or floating around her face twine through Jack's lit-up wires, and she can almost feel them thrum with the flow as they feed. She wants him- wants to be wrapped around him, not this dudebro dead man still on his feet- and presses closer, like she could pass right through the meat and feel Jack's solid metal frame against her. One hand reaches to grab his arm, wrapping tight, tugging fingers around it.

Oh now this is neat!

This is different. The flow of energy isn't as fast and strong - which is good! - and it sort of...ebbs and strengthens and pulses along his wires into him. Like a rhythm, and Jack knows it's because of Harley taking what he isn't at the same time.

He's not sure if he can actually feel some kind of energy connection between them or if it's just his imagination, but it doesn't matter. The experience is just fantastic, really! Especially when he feels her wires winding with his, adding a delicious new layer to this tandem feeding. His other hand reaches for her other arm, ignoring the soon-to-be-carcass between them, closing the circuit between them completely.

Feeding alone doesn't compare at all. Hell, most of his previous joint ventures in murder don't compare. This is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most intimate way to share a killing. And holy hell does Harley look amazing, her hair all loose and lit and doing its thing...

Jack feels like he could ride this high all night.

There is a rhythm to it, that wasn't there before; like she and Jack are breathing in sync, one exhaling as the other inhales. And she thinks she can feel it, now that the flow is starting to ebb; a kind of cool, bright purring sensation under the frantic, flickering energy flowing out of the man between them.

Who won't much of anything for much longer; she's caught Jack, and Jack's caught her, and the man between them looks like he's still upright primarily because of Jack's wires. Harley's hand slides up his arm, never quite letting go. Pressing in close, she catches Jack by the back of the neck, pulling him down over their lunch's shoulder. Rising up on her toes gives her the last inches she needs to catch his mouth with her own.

That's definitely Jack; and as the man's energy gutters like a candle in a draft, it leaves the pulsing currents of the pair of them, pinging back and forth through nearly-empty channels, oscillating with positive feedback.

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