The Shield Imagines

Joker to my Harley Quinn

Y/N POV

(AN: triggering language during the sex part if you don't like just skip please, I know some that don't like suggestive words I might I've used)

It wasn't always easy being a psychiatrist for an insane asylum, but this was a job I truly loved doing and I wouldn't change it for the world. Not everyday you get to be face to face with being who have killed hundreds of people, or even talk to them about what goes through their minds doing the act. In all my six years of being here no one has gotten to me like Jon Moxley aka Jonathon Good, they call him the next Joker but way more ruthless. He never opened up to me and he's been here for a little over a year, I was running out of lines of communication with him. He was stubborn and chose to avoid all personal questions, instead he would make the interview about me. He says it's his way to get to know who he's dealing with, I never paid any mind to it and answered his questions to his satisfaction. I can remember the day he asked why I decided to work in this field of business, it was a common question for me but he made it seem like more than just a question. "Why did you chose this profession y/n? There's so much more out there and you chose to sit face to face with people such as myself why?" He asked, I gave him a look. "Why Mr.Good I chose this profession to help people and explore the minds of people such as yourself. I've been doing this for a long time, and if we're being honest your the hardest patient to crack open for me." I said, he laughed loudly moving slightly in his chair. "Well darlin' today's the day you've earned my trust." He said smirking, I was shocked. He was opening up to me, now that was the surprise of a lifetime. "Darlin' I've done horrible things in my life, I've killed people with my bare hands and watched the life drain from them. It gives me a rush when I end a pathetic individuals life, the same way a pathetic son of a bitch ended my mother's." He said in a low tone, I looked at him softening slightly. "What happened to your mother Jon?-" he interrupted me yelling. "DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT HER!" He yelled, I jumped slightly at his outburst. He sighed setting his head on the table, I sat there closing my journal as he picked his head up. "I'm sorry y/n I didn't mean to yell at you like that, my mother is a very touchy subject for me to talk about." He said softly, I nodded my head. "It's okay Mr.Good I understand, it's perfectly normal to feel this way." I said, he gave me a small smile which I returned. "Can you do something for me y/n?" He asked, I nodded slightly. "I need a machine gun, something very simple and not noticeable at all. Can you do that for me?" He asked, my eyes widened. "A- a machine gun?" I stuttered, he smiled wider with a breathy yes. Later that afternoon I did what he asked, but what I didn't expect was him to escape the guards and break free. "Ooooh y/n come to daddy princess!" He said in a sing-song like voice, he bursted through the door and pinned me to the wall forcefully. I felt something sharp prick my neck, and my eyes started fluttering closed. The last thing I hear was his rough voice, "Don't worry darlin' it'll all be over with real soon get some rest princess." I passed out, it felt like days later when I woke up. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around sitting up slightly, my body felt achy and stiff. It was dark until someone flipped the lights on, right in front of me was Jonathon. He had a beer in one hand and a small knife in the other, I backed up against a nearby wall scared. "You don't have to be scared of me y/n, I know I've killed people but I would never hurt you intentionally I care about you deeply." He expressed, I looked at him taken aback. "You c-care about me?" I asked in a small croaked voice, he nodded his head standing up. "I broke out and did all this to show you how much, I know you only see me as crazy, but I see you as a beautiful woman I want as my own. I'm gonna give you some choices, you can choice whichever you want. You can kill me and leave back your life, or you can stay with me and we become King and Queen of my world. I'll give you some time to make your decision, I'll be okay with whatever you choose." He said leaving the knife on his table and leaving the room. I heard the door lock and put my knees up to my chest, I rocked slightly thinking about what he just said. I didn't want to kill him or leave him because I had grown attached to him over the last year and a half. He was a sweet guy with a troubled life, I don't exactly know the story of his childhood but I can tell it's a big part of how he ended this way. I stood up on wobbly legs walking carefully over the the knife, I picked it up as the door opened and he came in. He looked at me and the knife in my hands, he walked over to me looking me in my eyes. I looked back down at the knife breaking eye contact as I threw it across the room. I pulled him close to me kissing him passionately, he was shocked but responded quickly. I pulled back fluttering my eyes open, he looked at me with a huge grin on his face. "Does this mean you'll stay here with me?" He asked, I smiled grabbing his hands. "Yes I'm staying with you Jonathon I can't leave you my heart won't let me." I explained, he picked me up spinning me around. "Let me show you around doll." He said as we walked out the room hand in hand, he gave me a complete tour of the freakishly large house our final stop was his bedroom. "Last room is my bedroom now it's not really anything fancy so bare with me... I guess that's something people say I don't know." He said opening the door, my mouth dropped when I seen the room.