HarleyxJoker Short Stories

How's That Punchline?

"NO! I DON'T WANT THAT! GET OUT OF MY FACE!" Joker roared, shoving Punchline out his room, slamming the door in her face.

She stormed down the stairs past J's men. One stepped in front of her, laughing at her.

She smiled sweetly at him before pulling out her knife and slashing his throat.

"ANYONE ELSE WANNA LAUGH AT ME?!" She screamed, looking around. Everyone got busy with something right away.

She stormed out the house and hopped on her bike, tearing away from the house in the dead of night.

She had became who she was because of her obsession with the Joker, and thinking he really wanted her over Harley.

She stuck around and did everything for him, she was more cold, more ruthless. Ready to kill and conquer. Unlike Harley who just wanted to please Joker and mess around. Never killed unless it was a fight.

It had been awhile. Harley was on her own around Gotham, avoiding Joker and Punchline, uninterested.

Punchline started noticing things Harley warned her about. He started not caring, ignoring her, putting down her ideas, using her as a pawn, putting his hands on her, kicking her out.

She didn't know what to do. She raced around Gotham, driving blindly, trying to calm her thoughts down.

She drove up to what looked like a greenhouse and stopped. She didn't know who resided there, never put in the effort to research the other villians of Gotham unless she needed to for a mission with J.

She sat on her bike, flipping her knives in the air, occupied by her thoughts.

She heard the click of heels on the pavement in front of her and whipped her head up. Making eye contact with Harley.

She smirked and put a hand on her hip. "Trying to outrun your thoughts? Let me guess, you're realizing I was right. Took ya long enough." She said rolling her blue eyes at the annoyed woman in front of her.

"What's it to you? You're not after him anymore." She spat back.

Harley shrugged. "Dunno, maybe get some sense in you. You know you can't go back even if ya'll split. You're wanted. You'll either get thrown into Arkham or Belle Reve. You might as well leave him and join me." She replied.

Punchline sat down, taking in what she said.

"We can take him down together, control what he had." Harley giggled.

"Or I could kill you right here and drag you back to Joker, see who he's proud of." Punchline sneered, lunging off her bike at Harley.

As she flew through the air, vines shot out of the ground, grabbing onto her torso. Two smaller ones snatched at her wrists, keeping her from cutting them with her knives.

Punchline struggled, trying to wiggle out. She was brought down to the ground, standing but still restrained. She looked up to see a woman clad in a green outfit wrapped in vines and leaves, with long wavy flowing red hair.

She scowled at her. "Ivy." She snapped.

Ivy chuckled, raising her hand a little. In response, the vines got a little tighter.

"Yes, surprised you know my name seeing as how you came up to my residence without the knowledge of me." She said smoothly.

She walked up and took Punchline's face in her hands.

"Don't ignore what Harley's saying, you know one way or another she's right. You know he's starting to show his true colors." She smirked.

Punchline wanted to keep fighting but she felt her body relax. "Yea. But what do I do about that." She said looking away from the two women.