Joker and Harley oneshots and headcanons.

Queer

TW: homophobia

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Joker silently waited for the man he was doing business with to show up, passing the time by watching Harley dance in her glass box.

'how'd I get such a beautiful woman,' he thought before finally hearing the man walk into the club's private booth.

after a few minutes of talking, the man realised that Joker was paying quite a lot of attention to his Harley dancing in her cage and decided to watch himself. "That's your Queen, huh."

J smirked, Finally, someone knew how to properly address her. he nodded, eyes still glued to her hypnotizing movements.

The man in front of him spoke again. "Ya know, words been going round that your girl is...queer."

The last word caught Joker's attention as he turned his head back to face the man. "Correct," he said bluntly, his demeanour suddenly changing. "She is bisexual, why does that matter." J knew Harley wouldn't mind him talking about this, she was always very open about it and didn't think it was something that should be tucked away.

"doesn't that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, I don't see why that would change anything," J scoffed, not understanding this man's problem with someone else's sexuality. "She likes the same sex, she's probably fucked them before too!"

Joker rolled his eyes. "One, bisexuality is not just attraction to men and women, two, That makes absolutely no difference whatsoever!"

"It's a double standard when two women kiss each other at a bar it's considered soo hot, but as soon as they kiss on a dinner date it's a hate crime!" he continued. "When other people's sexuality is used for YOUR own pleasure to watch on your laptop it's perfectly fine, but once two women actually love each other they need to burn hell, it's pure fetishization!"

At this point, Joker had stood up, towering over the sad excuse of a man.

"Get out of my club. if we are to do any business together you should at least know that if you pay respect to the King, you pay respect to the Queen."

with that, the criminal scurried away, not out of the door quick enough before The Joker shot him in the head.

J growled and laid back in his seat. 'What a fucking imbecile' he thought.

Minutes later, Joker heard heels clicking on the floor, followed by another small weight being added to the couch and an arm wrapping around his neck.

"Meetin' not go well, Puddin?" Harley asked, nodding to the corpse across the room. "No, had to give an ignorant boy a lecture on basic rights."

"He told-" J got cut off by Harley's small giggles.

"I heard it all, Daddy."

Fun fact that some of you might not know I'm bi with a pref for women:)

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