The Joker and Harley story

Chapter 8 - The club *smut*

Hey guys! So, this chapter is basically a recreation of the brief club scene from the suicide squad movie. So even though the content may not be exactly the same (since I filled in some of the extra scenes with my own) I'm still putting up a spoiler alert. It's a long chapter too so enjoy! I have some great ideas for this story so stay tuned!

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(Several months later)

"Ahahaha!" Jokers laughter filled the car as he sped recklessly through the streets of Gotham. Sitting next to him, Harley was laughing along with him as he veered left and right, barely missing pedestrians and other cars.

"Puddin', you never told me where we were goin,'" she said sweetly, twirling her hair around her fingers.

He turned to her briefly and flashed a huge grin her way. "Now you know daddy doesn't discuss business matters with his honey. But don't worry sweetheart, you can grab a drink and dance for daddy." His mind raced at the remark. He loved the way she danced. Who knew Dr. Quinzel had such a...talent.

As they arrived at the club, he handed his purple Lamborghini over to one of the men working the valet, who had begun trembling at the sight of the joker.

Being a notorious killer had its perks, and joker rather enjoyed the manliest of men shake with fear as he walked into the room.

Holding Onto Harley's waist with one hand and holding a cane with another, both he and Harley entered the club, loud music and flashing lights drowning all outside noise.

As he made his way to his VIP room, people scrambled to get out of their way, avoiding contact and trying their best not to irritate the infamous couple. Joker walked in slowly, looking around at the men standing guard. Pleased with the arrangements, he sat, resting his hands on his cane before him.

Harley looked over at the dance floor and noticed girls and guys bumping and grinding, keeping up with the music. She giggled and turned to her lover. "Wanna see something daddy?" She asked in a sultry voice, taking out a mask from one of her pockets.

Joker had no idea what she was talking about but he grunted in approval and watched her make her way to the dance floor. He noticed her talking to one of the girls briefly and then saw what Harley was trying to do. It was a batman mask.

Joker smirked in amusement. He watched intently as Harley pinned the girl against the wall behind her and slid up and down her body, sticking her butt out as she made her way back up to her feet, making direct eye contact with the joker.

His eyes were fixed on her, dirty thoughts running through his mind. He stood to his feet, ignoring the men coming in to greet him. Without breaking his gaze, he walked straight to the object of his desires.

He extended his cane towards Harley and tapped her side with it gently. Both were now staring at one another as Harley continued to dance with the same sexy, sultry look in her eyes. His breathing became heavy, his eyes growing wider. He was panting but no one would hear it, this loud music would drown out screams. He smiled at this thought as he walked closer to her. He dragged her away from the crowd, right off the dance floor and into the vip room where the men who had entered were waiting for him.

He noticed their presence and was irritated, but didn't make it obvious. After all, these were the men he was meeting with. This was his mission. But with Harley on his arm keeping up her sexy charade, he couldn't deny the heat.