SUICIDE SQUAD HARLEY QUINN AND JOKER IMAGINES

Shackles and Knives

The joker's been too nice as of late so I'm going to change that.

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She didn't want to wake up.
Harley lay in bed, his warmth scolding the skin of her back, her breathing was even, eyes open, staring straight ahead at the mirror that faced her.
She watched herself, then the shape of the body behind her, his arm was draped over her body, but he held her so close that she could feel his breath moving her hair. He held her there, unable to move, unable to run or fight, unable to do anything aside from lie there, on the bed, with him holding her.
Harley didn't want to wake up.

She could feel the metal constraining her. At the ankles she was bound, and no matter how she lay the cuffs bit into her. The cuffs that he had put on her, along with two microchip trackers, one in the forearm and the other at the nape of her neck.
He had drugged her as well. Harley realised this as the sun caught her gaze through the mirror and a sudden urge to vomit overtook her.
She closed her eyes and for a moment considered rolling over and vomiting on the joker who still lay sleeping behind her.
He'd kill me if I did that.
Harley didn't want to wake up.

The joker woke almost an hour after Harley. She left him take a larger breath and slammed her eyes closed, he moved slightly and sleepily stretched his body against hers. He brought his head forward and nuzzled into Harley. Before she could stop herself Harley curled her body away from him. His arm around her waist became tighter until she could feel every muscle of his pressing against her back.  Harley face became a contortion of what it had once been.
"This is the best sleep I've had in weeks." His lips found her skin.
Harley didn't want to be awake.

He pressed his face into her hair and kissed the skin of her nape, once, twice, he kissed her jaw, shoulder, then he opened his eyes and saw her face crumpled. He pulled away immediately.
"Are you alright?"
She turned and buried her face into to pillows, her breathing shaking the bed.
The joker reached out and gently touched her shoulder but she jerked her body away.
"Hey? Hey what's wrong?"
He tried again, this time he placed his hand on her shoulder blade.
Harley threw herself from the bed.
"Don't touch me!" Her voice ripped itself from her throat, she stumbled from the floor to the mirror, fear burning her skin.
"What the fuck Harley?"
He got up and stepped toward her.
"Don't touch me!" Her voice was impossibly louder.
"What the fuck?" He took another step and jumped back when she screamed.
"Stop screaming dammit!"
She turned from him and grabbed an item off of the tabletop, she threw it at him and the joker swore as he slapped it away from him.
She threw another thing at him and he stepped toward her, he grabbed her arms and held her arms to her body.

Harley was screaming. Her words no longer even words, only syllables expressing her terror. He was there, his arms constraining her. She screamed even louder and tried to throw her body from his. He kept swearing at her, his fingers digging into her arms. Tears sprung into her eyes and she shook her head to stop them from falling. He kept swearing, yelling at her, anger burning in his eyes, his fingers clenched so hard into her skin. The more she fought the harder his grip became.
"Help!" She screamed before he would silence her.
"Help me!"

He covered her mouth with his hand.

His hand slapped against her mouth, so hard and fast that Harley feared for her life. She began to shake her head and under his hand beg.

"Stop screaming!" He was yelling now, but even under his hand she continued to scream.
"Stop screaming!" He yelled even louder now, his voice slamming into her, his head right in front of hers, anger growing within him.
"Stop fucking screaming!"
She continued to throw herself in his arms, trying to break free, trying to scream again. Trying to get away.
He pushed her backward until her back hit the mirror, suddenly her teeth broke his skin and he swore and tore his hand away from her.
"Let go of me you sick fuck."
"Sick?" He pressed even harder into her, until her hands came up to push him from her.
"You're a monster." The words were spat at him, he pulled her from the mirror then shoved her back against it again. The air left her lungs and she coughed, the joker pulled her from the mirror and did it again. This time slamming her so hard that spiderweb lines of silver cracked all over the surface.
"I'll be a monster, if that's what you want." He pressed his mouth to the skin of her neck, biting her, claiming Harley as his property.
He bit harder, until Harley groaned in pain under him.
"Since you're so keen on victimising yourself."
He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the mirror again.
"Since you're so keen on demonising me."
He pushed her harder into the mirror.
"I'll give you something to complain about."
"I hate you." Her voice was only above a whisper, and it only added fuel to the burning inferno of anger that was ready to irrupt.
"I'll be that monster." His fingers dug into her shoulders, then he spun and threw her to the floor, she started screaming for help again, and as she crawled away he walked to the bench top table and grabbed the longest knife he owned.

"Help!" Harley screamed. So loud that her voice entered a new pitch.

The joker stabbed down with the knife, harder than ever before, hard enough to kill a man, and drove the knife though the hole of the chain and through to floor. Trapping Harley there until she could pull the knife from the wood.

He watched as she struggled, as she dug her fingernails into the wood and tried desperately to drag herself forward. But the chains held, and Harley was trapped.

The joker walked forward, so that he stood in front of her, he knelt down and twisted a hand into her hair, he pulled her up to meet his gaze.
"How's that for a monster?"