As Fate May Have It (Joker x Reader)

Chapter One (Peculiar Characters)

It had been a few weeks since her love, 'Mista J', had attempted to break her out of Belle Reve Penitentiary. A temporarily successful attempt, might I add. They'd escaped and a few days later Harley was right back in her cage at Belle Reve.

Harley constantly attempted to make a deal to get out, or to at the very least get her espresso machine back, but to no avail. The blond was alone and espresso-less until she was needed or broken out again. Either way it'd be a while until she was outside again.

The Joker wouldn't risk attempting another breakout so soon, it would be expected they'd be prepared for it. And it wasn't likely another witch would try to destroy the human race, or something along those lines very soon.

This what she thought, that is until, she found herself in the presence of Amanda Waller once again. Looking around she saw a few familiar faces; Floyd Lawton (Deadshot) and George Harkness (Captain Boomerang). Then there were others she didn't know. She didn't pay much mind to them though, she was focused on complaining.

She was complaining and asking about what they were waiting for. Her questions came to a sudden stop when a woman walked into the room. Her entrance was followed by Waller saying, "You're late!"

"No. I was to be here at noon. It's two." She spat. "In case you're curious, for a drunk, like myself," she continued, "noon is anytime from twelve to three." She informed the curious occupants of the room. Though they were more curious about her than anything.

Harley raised her hand, "What comes after noon?"

"Pardon?"

"Noon is twelve to three. So, what's after noon?" She clarified, interested in her response.

"Happy hour. Which lasts any where from from six to eleven. Am or Pm depends on the person. I prefer to keep my drinking consistent within the day-"

The woman was interrupted by Waller clearing her throat.

"If you would allow it," she spoke in a mocking tone, directed at the new woman, "I'd like to proceed and explain why you're all here."

"Oh, yes, please. My apologies." Her words were lathered with sarcasm, yet she remained quiet and waited for Wallet to speak.

She explained how this was the most efficient and effective to take down a bad, bad man, just not the most legally sound. This is why criminals would be caring out the plan. She explained that if they get caught they'll be brought in for 'questioning' and will make a deal to hand over information they'd come across. That's the story they'd sell to the media, anyway.

"(Last Name)." Waller addressed the woman, as she held out a file for her.

"Ok," she started as she grabbed and opened the file, "what do we have here?"

"Thief," she said as she pointed to Harley. "Hacker," she pointed to a man, one of the two Harley hadn't recognized. He was tanned and lean, with a casual look to him. He had a thin face, brown hair, and his only bold feature being his eyes. They were a very light bluish-grey, with a brighter blue border around the cornea. "Grifter," pointing to the other person she hadn't recognized, this one was another woman. This woman was the complete opposite in looks. She had natural red, curly, long locks. The woman had combination of features that surprisingly made her gorgeous, from the round face to high cheek bones, not to forget her dark green eyes that popped against her pale complexion. "And hitter..." She said pointing to Floyd, then Harkness. Looking up from the folder, at the two, she said, "Ooh, not eins, but zwei."

"So, I have Harleen Quinzel, aka Harley Quin, Orion Pirateare, aka Cyber King, Delilah Pirateare, aka Mistress, Floyd Lawton, aka Deadshot, and George 'Digger' Harkness, aka Captian Boomerang. And I am (Name) (Last Name), aka (Name)." She paused to breath, "Now that introductions are out of the way, we band of misfits must join together to take down the biggest sack of dicks to ever walk this Earth, Michael Earnest." As she said, she heard a few snickers in response to her wording.

"Waller told you this would be difficult. It's going to be four times as hard as what she said. I went to him and told him we're going to steal from him. Many rich and powerful people have entrusted him with their priceless art pieces. We're going to steal them during a public display he's having..." As she continued, groans and complaints filled the room after her confession, yet she remained seemingly confident in screwing this guy over.

Harley replayed the memory in head. They were currently preparing for the job. The plan was simple yet clever. Everyone had a part to play, an act to uphold before the real plan was in motion.

It was odd to her, but for part of the day she'd get to act normal.

Normal. Harley had mostly forgotten what normal is. She was curious what is was like to be normal. She'd even look 'normal' for the entire day. A certain grifter helped her with her clothing and gave her some tips on her makeup to make her look 'normal' but stylish.

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Harley was enjoying her time with Delilah. She was very kind and didn't pay any mind to the fact that she was a criminal, then again Delilah was a criminal herself. Then there was Orion. His looks were nothing compared to hers. They had the same last name, but she doubted they were siblings, they looked nothing alike, then again they could be a couple.

"You and the Orion guy, how are you related?" The words spilled out of her mouth before she could think of what she was saying.

Holding the make up tool away from her face, Delilah smiled, "We're married."

"So are you two in love? Like real love?" Harley questioned farther.

"Yep, no matter how much he pisses me off, I can't help but love the man. I'm sure he'd say something like that about me if you were to ask. Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing, just curious, I guess."

"I call bullshit, but I'll let it slide. For now." She continued with her makeup. The two continued to get ready in silence.

The five sat and waited for (Name).

"Do you think she's-?" Orion spoke, his voice calm, quiet, and deep.

The redhead sighed, "She better not be!"

"I better not be what?" The ex-missing she-drunk questioned, "Anyway, you'll need these," she said laying small devices on the table, earpieces.

"Are we ready?"

Everyone gave some variation of 'yes' as an answer. (Name) turned on her heel motioning for them to follow. Leaving the building they used as a sort of headquarters, everyone scattered to their position, all hided in plain sight.

Purchasing a ticket, (Name) walked into the public display, looking around at the various art pieces. The man himself, Michael Earnest, even came to greet her.

"So, you think you can play some little mind games on me, steal the pieces I've been trusted with, all to what? Get back at me for your son." Earnest stated cockily.

"No, I came to admire the lovely art you have on display. As a connoisseur of art, I came out of genuine interest, rather than to take part in these, these...," she paused as if to search for the right word, "fraudulent activities."

"You always had a flair for the dramatic."

"Thank you, I was worried I was losing my touch." Earnest chuckled at this response.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to ensure the safety of some valuable pieces." As Earnest walked away, Delilah could've sworn she could hear (Name)'s smirk through the earpiece.