Joker and Harley One Shots

Games

Hey guys! I know this is a really long one shot but trust me it's worth it! This has some flashbacks from suicide Squad in it! xxx

Joker was gone again on one of his little escapades. Harley stood alone in the kitchen, sipping on some tea she had mixed with a bit of poison to help her immunity. She had the radio on to some 60's song, but she loved it. Everything was perfect. The view, music, the calmness of it all. She realized that she was actually being normal. She snapped out of it. What the hell was she thinking? Normal was a setting on the dryer. Not anything their lifestyle entailed. She walked to the window, overlooking Gotham. She could see an out of control fire truck, and let out a sigh of relief. He was alive. She let out a laugh as she saw him swerve out of the way of a small child. He could never hurt a child. That was the joke. Everyone was a child once. He would hurt everyone. But the children. She never understood it but accepted the joke. Like most jokes, she learned over time the best thing to do was laugh. It brought out her favorite thing in the world. His smile.

She gasped as he took a sharp corner. He smashed into a police car, definitely killing its passengers. She thought she could hear his laugh ringing off every building in Gotham.
He zoomed out of sight, and the gunshot of his and the goons' was ringing in her ears. She finished her poisoned tea, setting the cup on the counter. Her cell phone was buzzing from the bed and she ran to answer it. The caller came up as "Mr.J." So she answered. "Puddin?" "Harley- it's Frost." She let out a groan. "Yeah? Is puddin okay?" She said, collapsing back on the furs laid across the bed. "Yeah he's fine- he needs you ready in five minutes, he's driving so he can't talk. He needs you to bring a machine gun and wait for his text." A machine gun. That triggered something deep she didn't remember off the top of her head. Then she did. 12 years ago. He had needed a machine gun then. And he needed one now. She laughed. "Tell him I'll be ready. Bye Frost." She hung up, dashing to the closet. She hadn't been out in a while. She reached for the back of the closet. She spotted her old gem. She took it off the hanger, admiring it. It was a black and red catsuit, complete with a diamond on each leg. She suddenly remembered all the memories this held. She brushed her hair, but left it down. She threw on knee high boots, slipping her phone in the right one. She dashed to the door but remembered the gun. That would have been really bad. She snatched a huge machine gun from his office, where there was a circle of all his weapons. She spotted her white and gold plate weapon in the center and rolled her eyes. Love and hate. She dashed to the door and down the elevator. Her phone dinged, signaling his arrival. She pulled it from her boot. "I'm coming be ready." Another trigger from the past. She let out a small laugh. The elevator opened, and she ran to the door of the abandoned hotel. She couldn't believe Frost had hot wired that elevator enough to have it work so smoothly. She dashed out the door as the black car pulled up, escorted by several others. A diversion from his car. She strutted through the car door, shot gunning next to Joker. He grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. He stole the machine gun from her hands and floored it. "You haven't worn that in years, Harls!" He yelled over the roar of the engine. "You like it puddin?" "Love it." She giggled and cocked her gun. She rolled her eyes as she spotted the elite sports car advancing the little serenade. "Batsy. Batsy. Batsy." She giggled. More deja vu. She fired out the window, remembering his glass was bulletproof with a scream of frustration. "Harley!" Frost yelled, pulling her back into the car. "What the hell Frost?" "It's bulletproof." Joker looked something like jealous when Frost pulled her back in the car. He swerved, sending her flying at the window. She buckled her seat as she held her now throbbing head. One of the goon's cars smashed into the Bat's, driving them both through the glass of some club. Joker laughed, zooming and swerving to avoid a school bus. Again, the children. So sweet. The bat was gone, so he made a loop back to the hotel. They zoomed past the smashed glass front club, and had a new problem. The police. "Shit." Was all he said. They shot at them, a bullet zooming so close to Harley's head, she screamed. They had them blocked in, and he pulled over. They obviously hadn't seen the machine gun yet. "Harley. Frost. Let me get this one." He had the machine gun, and got out of the car. So did Harley and Frost. "Hands in the air!" A gruff officer yelled. They put their hands in the air, and Joker still held his machine gun. Quickly, he took a deck of cards from his pocket. He whistled and Harley appeared at his side. "We're gonna play a little game now." He was so perfect, Harley thought. "You can play games in Belle Reve, Joker." An officer yelled, pulling his gun. Joker just laughed, cocking his machine gun. The officer had a look of terror in his eyes. Joker took out four cards. Spade, ace, heart, diamond. "Now here are the rules to my little game. My beautiful assistant here, Harley, will pick one card. Deciding how we react in this situation. Spade, we go to jail. Ace, we go to jail. Heart, we shoot you all. Diamond, the rest of my little gang here will get on your asses. Choose wisely, Harls." He said, shuffling the cards. "That's not how it works." The officer said, obviously irritated. She let out a little giggle. She plucked a card from the stack. Ace. She stopped giggling and showed Joker. "Well, it looks like we're going to jail." "But puddin-" she was cut off as he pushed her to the ground and began firing at every cop in sight. She laughed and he joined in. When he was out of shots, they were out of officers. The only one still alive, spared intentionally was the gruff one. He had shot at them repeatedly, missing and running out of bullets. He called for backup, but his speaker had been shot and was buzzing silently. "Sorry sweets." Joker said. She walked to the man, holding her gun in one hand cocking it and holding it to the officers forehead. "Please- my-my wife needs me." Harley laughed and shot him dead. Joker never looked prouder. Jonny Frost looked bewildered too. They clamored into the car, and Joker floored it to the hotel, ditching the car. The goon squad had disappeared somewhere in the chase. Joker carried Harley bridal style into their hotel, dropping her on the elevator floor. Jonny followed, on the phone with one of the goons. "Yeah no shit. You better be back to the pad in ten." He said, slamming his phone onto the floor. It cracked, but didn't break. "Easy there!" Joker yelled at Jonny. "Sorry boss. They'll be back in ten." He said and Joker nodded in approval. They were pardoned because the mission had been so successful. The elevator dinged, and they walked inside, Harley collapsing on the couch. "One more game puddin?" She asked, and he eyed her suspiciously. "Alright Harls." "It's called Russian Roulette."