HarleyxJoker Short Stories

No more Joker?

*TW* Talk of suicide, nothing graphic, just mentioned. *TW*

I huffed, throwing my things into bags. I was angry and worked up. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. But I needed to do it.

I finished packing my bags and stalked over to the window, throwing them out one by one, where Deadshot picked them up and threw them into the back of a van. It was late and Joker had left for the club hours ago and sent his goons to sleep or home until morning.

I ran downstairs and slammed the front door behind me. I ran over to Deadshot who held his arms open. I ran into them happily and looked up at him.

"I can't believe we're doing this." I said giggling.

He smiled down at me and kissed me. "I can't either sweetheart, now let's get out of here before he comes back." He said. I nodded. We seperated and climbed into the van. As I sat down I felt a buzz in my back pocket. I pulled my phone out and unlocked the screen to see a text from Ivy.

~We both know this is a horrible idea.....why won't you back out.~

I rolled my eyes and typed out a response.

~It's time I leave, he won't care anyways. He has his whores at the club.~

A few minutes after I pressed send I felt another buzz.

~I still think it's a bad idea...he'll catch you. But you won't listen. Anyways, he already leave, get out of there.~

I sent a thumbs up and turned the phone off.

"We have to leave, he already left." I said to Deashot. He nodded and slammed the gas. We drove through the dark winding roads. Joker had bought, well taken over, a big house on the outskirts of Gotham where it was private and far away from Batman. As we reached the end of the road about to enter the city, we saw bright headlights flash our way.

"Shit.." I whispered.

"Crawl into the back, he can't see you." Deadshot commanded. He took his mask off and threw a shirt over his suit. I nodded and opened the hatch that opened into the back of the van. Hopefully he wouldn't pay any mind. We picked an all black van so he hopefully would't think much of it. I crouched down between my things and closed the hatch. We drove in silence for a few minutes before Deadshot spoke again.

"You can come back up sweetheart. He drove past." I grinned and climbed back up into the passenger seat. He glanced over and smiled back at me, putting a hand on my thigh as he drove.

*Joker's POV*

I was angry and sobered up. Some drunk dude tried to start a fight with me. Of all people. I slammed my car door shut and hit the wheel frustrated. I went out to have fun. Not kill another drunk idiot. I sighed and turned the car on. I started driving home. I took my phone out and decided to text Harley, she can entertain me when I get back. She always does.

I realized after texting a few times there was a red exclamation point next to my messages.

~Messages Failed To Send~

"What the fuck..." I whispered to myself. I growled out loud and threw my phone into the passenger seat. Whatever.

As I kept driving it kept bothering me. She wouldn't block me. Why aren't they sending? Did she leave the house? No, couldn't be. She doesn't disobey me.

I grunted my thoughts away and kept driving. I entered the roads of the outskirts of the city. As I turned a corner I noticed headlights.

No one drives out here this late....