Rough Night (Joker X Reader)

Chapter 6 My Phychotic Boyfriend

Warning, sexual content near the end. If you don't want to read it, just skip it. Don't complain.

*Your POV*

I was thrown onto a metal table and strapped in. "Please!" I screamed. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"Oh I know you will." He said fastening a leather strap between my teeth.

Just then he picked up two metal rods and touched them together making a spark form between them. "A- are you gonna kill me Mr. J?" I asked him, looking up in fear.

"Oh, I'm not gonna kill ya." His eyes went wide as he stared down at me. " I'm just gonna hurt you; really, really bad." He touched the rods to my temples as I screamed in pain, biting down on the strap set between my teeth. The last thing I remember is his laughter filling the room.

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*Jokers POV*

I couldn't help but feel kind of sorry for (Y/N). She had been out for hours and I was just watching her lay lifeless on my bed. I sighed running my hand through my hair. I heard a knock on my door. "What?" I asked standing up.

"Sir..." Travis walked in.

I threw a knife above his head and it stuck into the wall. "Did I say you could come in?" I growled.

"Sorry Mr. J." He mumbled.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I shouted picking up a pistol and foreign it randomly, purposely missing every shot just to scare him off.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." Said said shortly and ran out.

"What did you want!?" I called after him.

"Nothing sir!" He said as he continues down the hall.

I sighed and I looked over at (Y/N) to see her stirring. I rushed over to her. "Are you okay doll?" I whispered. She groaned and tried to sit up. "Don't move sweetie." I told her.

She stared up at me with a blank expression then smiled really widely and giggled. "You're pretty." She said as she leaned into kiss me.

I kissed her back slowly and realized something was wrong. "Are you okay there doll face?" I asked her pulling back. She laughed some more. "Do you know who you are?" I asked her.

"Of course I do silly." She stared up at me. "I'm Harley Quinn."

I stared at her. "No honey, you're (Y/N)... Who's Harley Quinn?" I asked her.

"Me?" She said cocked her head to the side. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Joker...." I said holding my hand out.

She swatted it away. "And I'm Harley Quinn." She states.

"Where did you get that name from?" I asked her.

"Remember that night you shot up the club and killed my best friend?" She said seductively. A pang of guilt hit me. "Well I remember that very song that was playing as I tired desperately to escape your wrath.... Lying is the most fun a girl can have with her clothes on... " she cooed in a way that sent shivers down my spine. "You asked who I was and I told ya who I thought I's was. I'm your Harley Quinn girl." (Paragraph dedicated to for friend Giana. Thanks for giving me the idea :) )