Joker Imagines

~5~

Imagines Harley Quinn killing you.
(Jared Leto's Joker, also sorry for not updating in a while)
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"I will take back what's mine, sweetheart." Another note left on my bed. How does Harley even get inside in such a short amount of time? I will never understand that. One moment I'm getting out of bed for a few minutes, the next there is another note left on the bed. At least this one was the nicest one she gave me in a while. Most of the time it's something on the lines of, 'I will scoop out your eyes with a spoon so you will never be able to look at my pudding again, Y/N!'. I have a feeling she is planning something. Will she kill me? Will she do all the things she threatened to do? No, no, no. J would never let her do that. He loves me, right? Of course he does. That's why he left Harley in the first place, because he feel in love with me. But he is a psychotic clown, can he love? I hope so.

Ripping the note into little pieces I started to walk towards the bin. I do feel sorry for Harley in a way, she is obsessed with J. He is like oxygen to her. But she should understand J found someone new, and get over him. She seemed to be quite friendly with, what's his name, Deadsharp? Deadsnap? Oh yeah! It's Deadshot, that's the one. She could be with him, right? They became friends so quickly, and even after the whole Suicide Squad thing ended, they spent more time with each other than ever. Why can't she just leave J alone? Why can't she just leave me alone? I haven't done a single thing wrong to her.

Throwing away the pieces of paper, I headed down stairs. J will be back in around half an hour. I should try to cook something for him today, even if I'm not the best cook ever. What's his favourite food? There's too many choices. Maybe I'll just order a pizza. I'm not too sure. Or maybe I wi-Is that Harley? I stop walking.

What is she doing on my sofa on a Saturday morning? I straighten my back and begin to make my way towards her. "Harley? If you don't mind, may I ask what you are doing here?" I walk to the chair next to the sofa and sit down. "Oh  Y/N! You are finally here." Harley giggles, sending a shiver down my spine. "Umm, what are you doing here today? Did J invite you over? Well there is no need for him to do that." Her face became cold and dark. Feeling uncomfortable I try to to explain what I meant, "I didn't mean it like that Harley, is just that there is no business you need to do today? Am I not right?" After I finished talking, she began to laugh, so high pitched and annoying. How could J stand this? "Oh silly, little, Y/N. I do have business to do today. But," She started to grab something out of her side pocket, "it's more of personal business than business for Mr J." With that she pulled out a gun and aimed it at me.

Fear taking over me, I started to shake. "H-Harley there is no reason to p-point that gun-n at me." "Oh how wrong you are! I have every reason to point this at you! You took my puddin'. You took my place. You took my life!" Her voice becoming more aggressive with every word she yelled. "Do you know how I feel? Do you know how you made me feel?" She continued to yell. "Like this." With that her shaky hand started to pull the trigger. Everything slowed down, "Noooooo!" Was the last thing that left my mouth before darkness consumed me.

Harley's Point Of View:
This stupid girl. She ruined my life. Pulling the trigger again, and again and again, to make sure she will never be able to ruin anyone's life. Her blood painted the once white furniture. Why did my puddin' pick this thing over me? What does she have that I don't? The tears started to fall. What have I done? Will Mr J be happy with this? Of course he will. You saved him from the miserable life that he had with Y/N. You did well.

Laughing at the scene, I hear the front door open. Quickly stopping myself from making any noise, I sit back on the sofa, crossing my legs and having a grin on my face. " Y/N I'm back!" Anger filled me once again, he never used to tell me he was back. " Y/N I bou-What happened? Why is there so mu- Y/N!" Why is his face so angry? Shouldn't he be happy? "No, no, no, no. This is not real." Mr J rushed over to Y/N's cold corpse, that has barley recognisable. Is he crying? I never seen him cry. Oh no! Harley you stupid girl. You will be in so much trouble!

The tears started to water again when I seen how destroyed Mr J looked. Hugging her body and shouting 'No' all over again, I didn't mean to hurt him. I thought he will be happy to be with me again. Quite sobs escaped my mouth. What have I done? Stupid, stupid Harley! "You!" J pointed at me. "This is your fault! You will pay for this!" His words repeated inside my head. I broke him. My crying was now the same volume as Mr J's.

After a few minutes of crying from us both, Mr J got up and turned towards me. Pulling out a gun and pointing it at me, he began to speak, "Why would you kill her? What did she do to you? You don't deserve to die such a quick death but I can't stand to know you are still alive after this." My whole body was in shock. Puddin' wouldn't do this. He can't. He loves me. "I-I thought-t you loved-d me?" My voice was just loud enough for him to hear. His insane laughter started. He looked evil, insane. This is not the Joker I knew. You done it now Harley. "How could I love something like you? You are just a failed experiment of mine. I used you and thrown you away. But no, you couldn't stay away from me. Now this is what you will get, you useless toy!" I fell back as the force of the bullet hit my chest. The last thing I saw was Mr J putting the gun to his head.