Joker and Harley one shots! (suicide squad)

Harley turns into harry

Harley finds out that joker likes men, and she is desperate to please him no matter what.
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"I love you baby." Joker purred, stroking Harley's platinum blonde locks, whilst sitting comfortably on the sofa.

She sighed happily and snuggled in next to him. "I love you more baby." She replied, rubbing his chest.

He smiled and started tugging slightly at her locks. She giggled and gave him a playful slap on the hand.

"Ow Puddin be gentle!" She squealed.

He sighed to himself. "Gentle. Ok."

He let go of her hair and shifted his legs a little, so that they were touching hers.

"Mistah j, do you wanna rev up your Harley?" She purred, resting her hand on his upper thigh.

He grunted and shifted his torso. "No pumpkin. Not tonight. Daddy needs to shower and get to bed." He said absentmindedly.

She pouted and crossed her arms. "You never wanna play pud!" She whined, rubbing his jaw with her tiny delicate fingers.

Anger glazed over his expression and he jumped from the couch, making Harley fall over.

She scoffed and sat up. "Well ok mr grumpy pants!" She cried as he stormed down the hall.

"SHUT UP HARLEY!"

She gasped and put her hands on her hips.

"HOW DAAAAARE YOU!!!" She yelled cocking an eyebrow.

He groaned loudly and slammed the bathroom door.

She huffed and slumped back into the sofa.

"Who is he to tell me to shut up when all I wanted was a little lovin' from my Puddin." She said to herself.

She sat like that for a while, sulking and being overall angry. What's his problem?!

About 20 minutes passed and she finally decided to check on him. She knew that this would either end in yelling, or being hit, but she was taking the chance anyway.

She crept down the hall slowly, a part of her telling her to turn around and go back, but the curiosity got the best of her as she approached the door.

The shower was running, and she could feel the heat of the room already. Her hand reached for the doorknob, her heart was pounding.

Her hand stopped immediately when she heard it.

She had to take a moment to listen again. She could've sworn she imagined it.

And there it was again, a long manly moan that sounded as if it was from a porno.

She gasped and pressed her ear urgently against the door. Was her Puddin touching himself???

The noises continued, growing louder and louder, and sometimes fading. She could tell he was trying to cover the sound with the running water.