Deadpool's POV
What? Where the hell are we?
Oooh, hand cuffs. I bet ya Harley is real kinky.
Oh, I wish. But it looks like something else....
Next to me I see a huge table with a lamp over it, showing different tools that had a few blood stains on them. So that was a big red flag. But what really caught my eye was the tv screen in front of us. It showed Harley, sleeping like an angel in a really freaky bedroom.
Is... is that Harl?
Mother of dick, she's even sexier when she's naked.
But then a timer or something rings off the screen.
"Twelve hours already, huh? I should go say hi," a voice says, but I'm too drowsy to figure out who it is.
The Joker walks into the bedroom, waving hello to the camera with a gun. He climbs into the bed and grope Harley in her sleep while staring at the camera.
"THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH HE'LL PAY FOR THIS!" I yell, trying to struggle out of the cuffs.
Wait a mother fucking second... it looks like Joker did Harley...
It sorta does.
No. No, she wouldn't. She wouldn't do that to me, she cares about me. She would never do this to me. Would she?
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My Not-So Sane Romance
RandomThis is a Harleypool fanfic with tons of cursing ( bc what's a story with Deadpool without some big boy curse words?), a psychotic romance, AND TONS. OF. ACTION.
