SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

She's a Super Freak ((Harley Quinn x Reader))

WARNINGS: NONE I CAN THINK OF

NOTES: Hi! Ok, so, I wanted to do this Harley oneshot before I start the special Christmas ones. Thank all of you guys for all the votes! Anyways... Enjoy the oneshot! It's really short.

The Joker's club was always packed on Friday nights. That was good for you, since that meant you got paid more. Though you hated how everyone there acted like you were an object, at least you got money.

You were one of the better dancers at the place, besides your friend Harley.

Ah, yes, Harley Quinn... You admit that you liked her as a bit more than a friend. It would never work, since she was already with the Joker. And god knows what he would do to you if you tried to make a move on Harley.

You and Harley were nothing more than a fantasy. And it would most likely stay that way forever.

After about three or four songs, you went to the back to touch up your makeup real quick, as well as our the money people threw at you in your bag.

You pushed open the shiny gold and purple door to the back dressing room, counting your money as you went.

"Hiya, (Y/N)! Have a good dance?" A cheery voice said. You looked up to see Harley sitting down at one of the makeup tables, smiling.

She had on a gorgeous black and gold sequin dress, and her hair hung in soft curls around her face. She held a lipstick tube in one hand, and a compact mirror in the other.

You smiled.

"Hey Harley! And yeah, it was ok. Some idiot tries to shove money down my dress though, which was kinda annoying." You laughed. Harley rolled her eyes while applying bright red lipstick.

"Uhg, some people..." She said. You nodded, folding the money neatly and putting it in your bag. You went to the makeup table next to Harley's and picked up one of the many eyeshadow palettes.

You chose a matte (F/C) shadow and began applying it.

"So, how's life been treating ya? I miss you not coming over anymore." Harley asked. Wait, she missed you? You shrugged.

"Alright, I guess." You said. Harley nodded, understandingly. She then scooted her chair closer to you, while taking off one of her many gold bracelets.

She gently took your arm and placed the bracelet on your wrist.

"There!" She smiled, "That adds a bit of color! Oh, and, I found a lipstick I think will suit you!"

"You did?" You asked turning your head. As soon as you turned your head, Harley smashed her lips onto yours.
She pulled away, smiling.

"Yep! It does suit you! Anyways, I gotta go! See ya, (Y/N)!" She said, her bracelet clattering together as she bounced away.

You sat there in shock, your fingertips grazing across your lips. You then looked in the mirror.

Harley's lipstick had come off on your own lips.

And she was right, it did suit you.