SUICIDE SQUAD HARLEY QUINN AND JOKER IMAGINES

Chained and Screaming

Been a while, here you go.

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Harley was annoyed, deep within herself, under the sadness, the tears, and the glare that bonded them Harley was annoyed.
Annoyed at herself and more importantly annoyed at him.
How dare he. She couldn't stop the thoughts from spilling from the recesses of her mind into the centre of her thoughts. How fucking dare he.

Harley was annoyed at him, but she was absolutely livid at herself.

Because she had come crawling back. Like a fucking idiot. And she had slept in his bed, in his arms, and she had woken up with a chain around her ankle.
Of course he would do this. Idiot.

She cursed herself, cursed him, and pulled again at the chain. It's too tight. And it was too tight, it clenched around her ankle just hard enough for her foot to sting with the loss of blood, her skin was indented by the metal, biting in so tightly that Harley but her tongue to ignore it.

Shouldn't have come back.

She pulled on her clothes, shorts so loose that she could pull then across her frame and a thick jumper to ward off the cold that kissed the empty hell hole of his dwelling. Her teeth chattered and Harley wanted desperately to light the fire, but the chain was too short and she couldn't get close enough. She knew why he'd done this, Harley had tried to burn the house down before.
Should burn it down again.

Instead Harley pulled her knife from under his mattress, and tore the sheets into expensive shreds, she destroyed the pillows next, then cut the mattress until it was just fabric and metal.
She spat on it, then screamed so loud that the neighbourhood must have heard.

You can't keep me here, she ground her teeth, I'll burn the fucking house down before you even have the chance.

Harley grabbed the frame of the bed, and shoved until her chain tightened and she couldn't move any further, she turned back to the chain, imbedded into the wood of the floor, and decided that she would cut it out of the ground.

The blade was not serrated, and by the time that she had sawed through a single floorboard he was back.

"What the fuck have you done?" She turned on him, anger flaring so deeply that the knife left her hand before she could stop it. Unfortunately, he could stop it, and he plucked it from the air as if the blade had been waiting for him, he threw it back at her, and it stuck so far into the wood at her feet that Harley flinched.

A smile, cruel and sadistic lifted the jokers lips. And like the monster that he was, he advanced on her. His movements were calculated, his eyes bearing down on her so heavily that Harley blinked away from his gaze. She stood when he came closer, clenched her fists and lifted her eyes to glare at him.

"I destroyed your bed."

"Then you can sleep on the floor."

"Where will you sleep?"

"Next to you, where I belong."

"I'll strangle you with the chain."

"You can try."

"Step closer and I'll try right now."

The jokers lips lifted further at the challenge and he took another step toward her.
"Closer." She whispered.
He obeyed.
"Closer." She whispered again, until his toes touched her's, and she was cast in his looming darkness.

She glared up at him, but as she stared she could see the shadows under his eyes, she glanced at his hands and noticed they were shaking. She looked up at him again, and she could see the tiredness in his eyes as the facade he wore grew thin.

She reached out, ran one hand over his waist to his back, repeated the action with her other hand and drew him into her embrace. He rested his head atop her's and Harley could feel the stress leaving him. He pressed his lips to the crown of her head, and Harley lifted her face to snuggle under his jaw.

"You can't keep me here." Her words blew across his Adam's apple and he shivered at the feeling.

"Yes I can."

"My chain is too tight."

"Only way I know you can't break out of it."

"It's too cold in this room."

"Shouldn't have torn up the sheets."

"I'm hungry."

"Foods over there."

"But it's drugged."

"Mustn't be hungry then."

She pulled away from him, not fast enough to cause a shock, but in a slow hurtful way, so he knew that she was doing it seconds before she was gone.

He reached out to her, fingers brushing across her shoulders, but Harley just turned away.

The joker left the room and Harley went back to cutting into the wood.

"Can't keep me here." She muttered angrily to herself. But he was the joker, and as far as he was concerned he could do anything.

She shivered at the realisation, and stopped sawing for a moment. Shouldn't have come back. The same voice from before filtered into her mind, she grimaced at this, then turned toward the camera that lay in the corner.

She looked over at the food in the opposite corner, then back at the camera again.
Starve him out. A different voice this time, her own.
Starve him out.

She watched the camera for a moment, two, then she lifted a finger and pressed it into the back of her throat until she gagged and vomit hit the floor. She looked back up at the camera, then did it again, until he came running, until only bile touched the wood. Until she was gagging on her own stomach acid and he came running with water in one hand and anger fisting the other.
He threw the bottle at her, but the seal was broken so she poured it onto the floor, letting it mix with the vomit at her feet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" His words were screamed at her.

"You can't keep me here." She lifted her finger to her mouth again, but he was there, gripping her hands so tightly that she felt bone fracture within his grasp. She didn't cry out, didn't even wince.

She just continued speaking the same five words, over and over until it was ingrained into his mind, until it was the only language he knew, the same five words, repeating like a scratched record, repeating until the world ended and time itself lost all meaning.

"You can't keep me here."

He kissed her, pressed his mouth to hers to silence her, but all he could taste was the bile on her lips and the words that filled her entire being. The words that filled him.

You can't keep me here.

But I want to, God do I want to.