(A/N: I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU for over 500 reads in such a short amount of time! I am working avidly on this story, having neglected the two others.
I also want to announce I will work concurrently on a book of one-shots. I'm taking requests on those if anyone would like for me to write something for them.
This is a long chapter, but very climactic in my opinion. Enjoy ❤️)
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They sped as quickly as they could to the club. Lusciano was dead and so were her men. Who would dare do this? Didn't they know what the Joker was capable of?
"You'll wait in the damn car until I say otherwise," joker said with a scowl.
Leyla scoffed. "Oh please. You want me to be able to shoot and kill right? Why are you so intense? What's going on?"
Joker veered to the right harshly, causing Leyla to yelp.
"The club is under attack. Fuck! They thought I'd be there celebrating Ella's death." He was pissed. Someone was definitely targeting them but who? The person they thought would try to hurt them was dead.
Leyla's eyes widened at this reveal. "Then looks like we gotta go kick some ass." She grinned, biting her tongue.
"No, I don't want you getting involved." He said. They reached the club and joker parked in the dark alley right next to the club. As soon as Leyla gripped at the door handle, joker grabbed her and pulled her back.
"Stay," he ordered.
"But I-" she started but joker shut her up by kissing her.
"Please. Stay." He said in a low voice now.
She leaned into his mouth and smirked. "If daddy lets me do this, I'm gonna show him how this bat" she brought the bat up to their faces, "makes me cummm," she moaned at the last word.
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Hurt me: Joker's flame
FanfictionOne fateful night, chance encounters are made and their lives forever change. Love either weakens you or strengthens you and Joker finds out just what love does to him. Warning: Smut, language, violence