Hello, I'm Eliana! Just wanted to inform that the story is based on Harley and Joker from suicide squad. Not the dark knight.
All physical and mental appearance of the characters belongs to DC comics. This is a work of alternative universe, which means what the story contains won't always be what's going on in comics, films, or what went on in parts like batman the animated series or batman adventures.
The story contains an expansive use of vulgar language, sexuality, sexual violence, violent doings against a human body and just violence because we all know how mistah j is.
Enjoy!
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Harley
Laughter. Laughter is what she gave him and what he gave her. They were laughing their asses off while bullets ran around the room. She was happy, her puddin' was alive and he came for her. When he had said they were going home, the only thing that came to her mind was that her instant coffee machine would be left behind. But now she was walking with him, back to the car that barged into her room. She didn't pay attention to the chaos going on, her eyes fixed on the precious face of her man.
For a moment, she sat there, inside the massive vehicle, on Joker's lap and she thought. She could easily ask him to be delayed by a few minutes and free her friend, Floyd. But is that what Floyd wanted? He had said before he was willing to be tied down to the law until he could legally leave and live the rest of his life by his daughters side. So would he be upset if Harley left without so much as a goodbye? She'd sent him a gift, she planned.
"I'm so glad you're alive, puddin'." She continues to gush over him. She wanted to cling her arms around his neck and never let go. But she knew that would be showing too much affection. And Mr. J didn't take affection nicely.
"Me too, sweets." He somewhat smiled, though all stretch of the lips coming from him looked sinister and murderous. "Now hold on, cause it's a bumpy ride!" He yelled the last part with wide eyes and a pouted smile. That one that made her erupt in loving giggles.
The bullets that rammed into the car were music to both their ears. He looked so odd, with that soldier uniform. Heavy on his shoulders. He almost didn't seem like the Joker she loved. No expensive suit and no cane thingy. And even stranger was the fact that he came all the way here to her rescue, instead of sending Johnny and a few goons. Maybe he had a taste of life without her and despised it? That's what Harley was rooting for.
Time passed and the same things were heard. Bullet caskets flying everywhere, yelling men and of course, laughter. Laughter when Frost threw a bomb with high potential at the bunkers following them. Laughter when the clown held Harley's hand as they ran from the bullet proof vehicle to the choppers waiting in a clearing.
All was good now. Joker had Harley and he had him. The could go back to being the king and queen of Gotham now. Back to bothering their favourite winged man and back to tormenting people. But all was fine.
