Joker and Harley are some of our favorite villans, and we love their story from the beginning, but what about after he saves her from Belle Reve? Dive into a crazy, and easy-to-love story of the aftermath, and their lives from my thoughts. I hope yo...
I woke up the next morning, my arms wrapped around Harley's hip. She was still asleep, her side softly rising and falling as her soft, rhythmic, breathing filled the quiet. I gently removed my hands from her waist, sitting up in our bed. Last night was...something. (NOT GOING INTO DETAIL YA LIL NASTIES 😂) Both of us would share the memory forever. Love. Just, love. I moved my legs to the side of the bed, letting them hang over the edge of the soft mattress. I got up, grabbing a white t-shirt from my dresser and sliding it over my torso. Grabbing some black jeans, I got dressed and went downstairs. My day was going great, so I might as well ruin someone else's. I made my way down the stairs briskly, because... why not? I made my way to our living room, nodding to some of my men standing guard. I got no response. No nod in response, no words, nothing! Who do you think you are?! "Hey! What the hell? You think you can just ignore me now?!" I yelled at them as I walked closer. "What? Uh, n-no sir! N-never." One spoke up. I smiled as I walked towards him. "Ya know, you are not-very-smart!" I said cheerfully, sounding like a kid in a candy store. His face went pale, and my smile grew. "But ya know? You're brave. May I reward you?" He stared at me for a few long seconds, then nervously answered. "Y-yes?" I smiled even bigger as I turned away from him, and back towards the stairs. "Ok sir, you wait rightthere!" I said happily, running back upstairs. I went over to my nightstand, grabbed my knife, and hid it behind my wrist. I made my way back to the staircase, and was eventually in front of the man again. I flipped the knife out from behind my wrist and held it to his cheek, causing him to inhale sharply. "Not whatcha thought it'd be?" I laughed. I applied more pressure to the blade, threatening to pierce his skin. He winced as my smile grew, then noticed a frown had formed in his face. I gasped. "You gave me an idea! I can help you smile! Permanently..." I growled, shoving him to the ground. I dug my knees into his chest, pinning him down onto the ground. I held the knife in my hand, admiring its glinting blade. "Now, do you want a big smile, or a little one? You choose.." I asked slowly, tilting my face near his. "S-small? Big? W-whatever you want b-boss." He swallowed worriedly. "Wrong choice." I replied. Biggest smile you've ever had... I put more pressure on the blade, piercing his skin. Starting at the corners of his mouth, I drug the blade near his ear, then stopped. Blood was trickling down his face now, and tears were streaming from his eyes. "Time for the other side!" I said with a huge grin. I did the same process to the other side of his face, only stopping when he had an ear-to-ear grin.
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(Like that) I climbed off of him, and he slowly stood up. "Would you like to see it?" I said calmly. He nodded in response, and I grabbed his arm. Leading him down a hallway to a bathroom, I opened the door. I pushed him in, and directed him towards the mirror. I laughed as his face contorted in horror, terrified at what he'd been made into. I leaned in close to his ear. "You're welcome." I whispered.
Hey guys! This one was kind of morbid, sorry about that. But hey, Joker will be Joker, right? This chapter was also kinda short, but oh well! Don't be a silent reader! 😁Comment!🤓 👍Vote!⭐️ 💁Share!😏
