Addicted

Recollections

Hello, my lovelies! I'm finally introducing Joker's POV. I've been trying to perfect his insanity, and I think I've finally got him down!!

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Harley

I swing the last bag of cash into the back of the van, slamming the doors shut and hopping into the passenger seat, giggling. "Good to go?" Puddin asks. "Good to go," I confirm, kissing him.

He slams on the gas and we're gone before you can say criminal, leaving Gotham city's bank in shambles.

But, ten minutes later, something thuds onto our roof. "Oh, Jesus Christ," I say, rolling my eyes. "Fucking Bats."

I slam my bat into the ceiling of the car and Puddin laughs, swerving to try and throw him off. I grab my gun and shoot through the roof (my usual way of resolving his annoying tendency of sitting on top of our vehicles), and all of a sudden, the weight rolls to the back of the van and falls off. "HA," I say. "Fuck off, you stupid bat."

I look out into the street to see him jumping from car roof to car roof, trying to get closer to us. "Pedal to the metal," I warn, seeing him only 10 cars away.

He waits until Bats is 2 cars away and stomps on the gas, the smell of burning tires filling my nose. I look out the window again, laughing with Mr. J as he fades from sight.

We arrive at the house 30 minutes later, giddy from the high of committing another crime. "Remember the first time we did this?" I ask him. He nods. "How could I forget?" He asks softly. "We had just left the chemical plant. I took you home and showed you everything I had, and you said-"

"Puddin, I'm itchin' for some crime," I say softly.

The words take me back, back, back. Back 7 years.

Ace chemical plant, 7 years ago

"Question.. would you die for me?" He's standing on the ledge above 9 steaming vats of chemicals, staring at me intensely, crimson lips parted slightly.

I look away from the chemicals for a second. "Yes," I say softly. My hair is down, and I'm wearing my glasses and a blue shirt with black leggings. He was wearing a leather jacket over a maroon dress shirt and a black bow tie hanging untied around his neck. "That's too easy," he murmurs.

"Would you... would you live for me? 

...Hm?" 

He stares into my eyes and I get lost for a second, then shake myself back to reality. "Yes."

"Careful," he warns, crooking his fingers slightly. "Do not say this oath thoughtlessly.." he walks closer to me and covers my mouth with his hand, making the mouth tattoo line up with my lips. "Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes.. power. Do you want this?" He asks, dragging a finger down my bottom lip.

"...I do," I say decisively.

"Say it, say it, say it" he groans, arching his head back. "Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty-"

"Please?" I guess tentatively.

He moans quietly. "God, you're so.. good." He then pointedly looks over my shoulder to the chemicals and I follow his gaze, not exactly sure of what he's say-

Oh.

Well, if this is what it takes to prove my love.. I guess I'll just have to have faith in him.

I turn to face him. He raises his hands questioningly, and I smile slightly, raise my arms, and lean my weight backwards. Tipping, tipping, tipping, until I finally fall down, down, down into the chemicals below.

Joker

She falls down into the chemicals and I watch as she hits, back first. Finally, she's gone. I convinced her a bit too well.. Poor girl.

I turn to walk away, but a voice in my head stops me.

But what if you do love her?

I don't. I'm not capable of love, remember? You said so yourself.

What if you are? What if that's why it was so easy to make her fall for you?

That's not what it is.

This could be your only chance at love... Do you really want to throw away your only chance?

Shut up. You're who told me to do this in the first place! 

I start to walk away, shoving the voices away, but something inside me stops me. All those meetings, all that time we spent together.. She showed me kindness. Compassion. She broke me out of that hellhole. She's the one person who doesn't think I'm a freak. 

I hang back for another second, debating. I throw my head back and I growl, irritated with myself for going soft. You know what? Fuck it- I do love her. 

I told you.

For once, you're right.

I turn back around, and starting towards the ledge, pull off my jacket and jump in after her.

I dive to the bottom and pull her limp form to the surface, the colors bleeding out of our clothes and swirling around us. I kiss her, hoping I'm not too late, and, thank God, she gasps in a breath and opens her eyes. She stares at me for a second, not sure what just happened, then smiles and kisses me.

"You do love me-" she gasps and clings to me as I throw back my head and laugh maniacally, love and insanity and freedom swirling in my head.

"Harley Quinn, indeed I do."

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