Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Harley Quinn: Henchman

Word Count: 2697

No one ever consciously makes the decision of being a goon. It's always an unfortunate set of circumstances. Whether it be the inability to work because of prior convictions, an unplayable debt, or even fate handpicking you for that life.

For Y/n, she found herself in the middle of a bank robbery. There was a gun to her head, she had to make a decision on the spot; die or become one of the Joker's henchmen.

Maybe she should've chosen death.

Not just anyone could be one of the Joker's workers. They had an image to uphold; muscles, tattoos, and a handful of them had signature green hair like his. Y/n went through a lot of pain to fit that build. The moment she did, she was off doing the Joker's bidding.

There were only a handful of the henchmen that were women. They weren't treated any differently from the men. Same workload, same chores, same punishments if they fucked up.

Most of the other henchmen had found some sense of camaraderie with each other. They considered each other friends, maybe even family. That wasn't the case for Y/n she barely considered them coworkers.

However, she did get a nickname. They called her Snaps. She got the name because of the temper she had built. She was kept to herself, and for the most part everyone knew that.

Mostly everyone isn't everyone, unfortunately. So some poor souls had to learn the hard way. If they consistently fucked with Y/n, she would eventually snap. When she did, it was almost instant.

The first time it happened was actually in front of Joker, himself. Some henchmen kept trying to feel her up while Joker was giving them orders. She tried smacking his hand away, but it always seemed to find a way back to where it didn't belong.

So naturally when he reached over the next time, she stabbed right through his hand," Don't fucking touch me."

He screamed in agony, gaining Joker's attention," The bitch stabbed me."

The Joker simply said ,"I like her style." Then continued with his monologue.

There were other times following that situation that only solidified the nickname.

Y/n couldn't stand the thing that she became. Everything about it was awful, but she didn't have any other choice.

" Snaps, the boss wants you in his office immediately."

At the henchman's words, Y/n headed straight for the Joker's office. She had worked there long enough to know that this wasn't a frightening journey as it seemed. In fact, she had been in Joker's office numerous times.

" Aww Snaps, just the person I wanted to see," he laughed at his intentional pun.

" What can I do for you, sir?"

His face took a comically large frown," Always so serious, Snaps, but that's what I like about you. You don't take any shit from anyone. It reminds me of... well, me."

Y/n sat there as still as she could be, waiting for the Joker's actual orders.

" Snaps, have you met my Harley?"

Y/n shakes her head," No sir, I haven't."

He pauses his movements and starts to pose dramatically," Surely you've heard of her? Seen her around, maybe? Heard her scream my name at night?"

" Yes sir, I know of Miss Quinn."

Joker claps his hands together," That's fantastic news, Snaps, because you're going to be her personal security from now on."