What happens when you go clubbing in Gotham and meet The Joker.
A story about you and the Joker. I find that there are hardly any joker imagines pertaining to WOC so here's my take on it. there will be smut, foul language, abuse, self love, and...
Damn. Last night must have been wilder than I thought. Reaching over beside me, I felt for J and he wasn't there. I walked to the bathroom to start my morning routine when I smelt breakfast cooking. I slipped my 'sugar daddy' robe over my bra and panties.
I walked down stairs to get myself some breakfast. Joker had left and went out for business purposes. As I was downstairs making pancakes I heard the sound of glass shattering and a woman's voice. I quickly equipped myself with a butcher's knife cause mama aint raise no fool I tip toed my way into the foyer from the kitchen. I seem the back of a pale woman with her hair in ponytails. "What the fuck are doing in my house?" I yelled out to the intruder. She looked at me with so much pain in her eyes. She let out the loudest, pain- filled sob I'd ever heard in my life, while dropping down to her knees. I observed her for a while not knowing what u was gonna do. I started to feel sympathetic towards her so I hesitantly made my way towards her, still armed of course. I lowered myself down to her and began to console her. "What's your name?" "It's Harley." "Well, Harley why did you break into my house and why are you crying?" " Because I live here and I couldn't find my key." " I live here what do you mean you live here." " Me and Joker were engaged when Batman captured me and took me back to Arkham Asylum. Everyday I told myself that J loved me and he would come for me. As days turned to weeks and weeks into months. I began to give up hope." I could feel the tears falling from my eyes yet I hadn't made a sound. I listenes to her intently as i lingered on every word she said as my heart constantly broke over and over again. Could the man I'd given myself to completely, possibly belong to someone else? I've experienced the pain and heart break of loosing the one person I thought was meant for me to another. I'll be damn if i put someone through the same. I hadnt realized she had stopped to ask me something. "Huh, what did you say?" " Did he make you love him yet?" " What do you mean make me? We fell for each other." She screamed out a sob and gave me her phone. It was full of recent messages from the love of my life to her about how much he loved her and was waiting for her to get our of ths asylum. I finally let out a heart wrenching sob when he told her of all the love theyd make in the bed that i once called mine. True enough I have only been her for 6 months but this was still what I considered home. I handed her the phone back not being able to look any more. As I wiped my eyes I tried to figure put what I would do next. "Well Harley make your self comfortable. J should be home some time soon." She gathered herself from the floor and walked into the loving room hugging herself. I gave her the remote to the tv and i walked up stairs to J's bedroom. I sat on the chair in the corner not knowing what to do next. I sat for about 20 minutes staring into space not knowing what to. I got up and changed my clothes.
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I grabbed all of the things I had brought. I grabbed the keys to my car and made it out before Joker could come home. On our bed covered in my tear drops was a letter.
