Bits and Pieces//Harley and Joker

Love is a Joke

(A/N: this little-ahem, i mean long-chapter/oneshot is based off of Harleen chasing the Joker in Suicide Squad! Hope you like it :) )

Doctor Harleen Quinzel was speeding down the roads of Gotham on her motorcycle, desperately trying to catch up to the Joker's Lamborghini. She had caught him just in the nick of time as he was escaping a beaten down abandoned building on one of Gotham's streets. He hasn't spoken to her since he electroshocked her, nor has she seen him since. She was determined to find him, somehow, someway, and she knew she would. But he happened to be leaving the city of Gotham.
The city lights illuminated all around her and the honking of horns and the revving of her engine was the only sound she could hear as she dodged cars and sped through red lights.

Joker knew she was behind him. He needed to get away. He's not going to let her stop him.

But little did he know, Harleen had caught up to him, driving alongside him and looking into his window to try and get his attention. J glanced up for a second at her, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other slightly keeping his head up on the window ledge.

Harleen gave him a questioning look but he turned away and focused on the road ahead of him and growled, muttering under his breath. This was not the plan.

"Argh!"

She grunted at his ignorance and revved her engine more, speeding in front of him. She had a plan and it was going to work.

After there was a bit of distance between her and his sports car, Harleen harshly drifted the motorcycle and then climbed on top of it, letting it skid against the asphalt, sparks flying up and the sound of metal against metal filled her ears. She kept her balance on the tipped over motorcycle and quickly stood up when it came to a stop, now facing the oncoming purple Lamborghini headed her way with great speed. But she wasn't scared. He couldn't kill her. Not if he wanted to.

She angrily walked a few steps in front of her, panting from the race, her face showing pure fury. Words couldn't explain how much she was mad at him, so mad that she didn't care if she was standing in the middle of a road during late night rush hour in Gotham City.

The Joker's foot on the gas pedal didn't stop pushing down until he noticed Harleen's stance in the middle of the road, just about 20 feet in front of him. He rolled his eyes with a frustrated growl,

"Girl..."

The car screeched to a stop just inches in front of her, and he could hear her huffing and puffing outside the rolled up car windows. He couldn't believe she was doing this, but then again, being how furious she was, he wouldn't have doubted her.

"Oh, you..."

He smiled slyly, taunting her, as if he just now realized that it had been her all along that has been having a car chase with him this whole time.

Harleen's face was a mixture of anger and sadness and disappointment as she slammed her hands down on the hood of his sports car and screamed,

"You're not leaving me. You're not leaving me!"

But this didn't affect the Joker in any way. Her anger didn't affect him. He didn't feel for her emotions. Yes, he understood them. But he had no sympathy for Doctor Quinzel. He didn't have sympathy for anyone, no. At least, that's what he thought.

"You, you, you, you're a little pain in the ass." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, almost like a sarcastic smile. He pushed open the car door, frustrated, stepping out to face the woman who loved him so much that she put her life at risk for him.