Joker One-Shots

One Shot: Chemical Wedding

Word count: 896
Harley's P.O.V:
I stand there, peering down at the boiling chemicals directly below me. It was at least 7 ft. deep and the width of a average sized swimming pool.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a voice, his voice. I turn around and The Joker is staring at me, "Question," He says lowly, "Would you die for me?"
I am completely clueless of why this question is necessary considering I know why we're here and what I'm about to do. I pipe up anyways and answer his question with confidence, "Yes."
He backs away a step and looks away from me, "No... No that's too easy!" He collects his thoughts and start again, "Would you... Would you live for me?" He asks.
I think about my answer, what to consider? Dying for him would mean giving up being on this earth, just to save him. I'd do that in a heartbeat, life was expendable, you literally live just to die! Now, now he's asking me to live for him. He wants me to be by his side until death do us part, maybe even after. If something happens to him he wants me to live through the hell called life without him and continue the mischief he's known for and die doing that. Even after he dies to live in his honor.
My thoughts are once again interrupted by him, a small "hmm?" coming from his lips. I take a hesitant breath before once again saying, "Yes."
"Careful." He says holding his finger up to me, "Do not say this oath thoughtlessly!" He holds his tattooed hand up to my mouth, "Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power!"
He purred slightly and asked me another question, "Do you want this?"
I know he wasn't asking for consent! If I said no god knows what he'd do to me, but I do want this. I want him.
"I do." I say with confidence. He slightly grabs my waist and pulls me towards him a little bit.
"Say it... Say it...! Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty..." He mumbles, slightly rocking side to side.
"P-please." I whimper lowly, he was so damn intimidating, but I've never wanted someone this much.
"God you're so good!" He lifts his hands up, almost cupping my cheeks.
He didn't say anything else so I know he's done. Walking over to the edge I turn my back to the vat of chemicals and put my arms out. He gives me a look of encouragement and I'm ready.
Without giving it another thought I effortlessly fall off of the edge, closing my eyes. I am ready! I'm ready for the approval, the love, and the madness. I'm finally released! I was released from the cage of normality that was formed around me, and I've been freed. I've finally seen the light of madness, and I realize now that when I was "Dr. Harleen Quinzel" I was just a lost soul crying out for help. Now, now I'm Harley Quinn and I'm free.
Suddenly I feel myself hit the hot vat of chemicals, and it eats me whole. I feel a burning sensation on my skin, and know I did it. J is probably so proud of me.
I struggle to keep my thoughts, but the chemicals are suffocating me. I don't care anymore, and I let them. I hear a ringing in my ears and I let my consciousness slip away.
I'm free...
I'm free...
I'm free...
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I feel something wake me up, and I'm breathing again. God? I mentally ask as I flicker my eyes open only to realize I'm not dead. I'm not standing in front of the pearly white gates, I'm still at ACE Chemicals in Mista J's arms.
I'm not with the holy lord, but I'm with my lord. My savior, my king, the one and only, Joker. The Clown Prince Of Crime is holding me in his arms, and he saved me from an eternal slumber. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
A smile plays on my lips and I grab the back of his head and kiss him. He kisses back and I slightly tug on the roots of his hair. His tongue dancing amazingly with mine, and his grip on me tight.
We pull away due to lack of air and he questions me, "Tell me doll, who are you?"
I giggle, "I'm Harley Quinn, silly. Your Harley Quinn." I can feel the butterflies in my stomach and the voices in my head all laugh.
He starts laughing maniacally, and I laugh uncontrollably with him. He throws his head back in laughter and I look over my shoulder. The ends of my hair now dyed pink and blue, and the colors surround us, ironically making a heart. I look back at him and notice that my skin is now bleached, just like his. It sends a blush to my cheeks, and his laugher fades.
He starts climbing out of the vat, still holding me bridal style in his arms. Once we get out I swing my legs like a little kid and ask, "Mista J where are we going?"
He kisses my forehead and looks down at me, "Get ready, sweets. We're going for a ride."
This is just the beginning of the madness.