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You know this guy?//50.

Info:The Joker finally kidnaps the hitman who's been killing all his business associates. But what happens when Harley recognises the masked villain from her squad?-

<<<Authors P.O.V>>>

The Joker tightened the thick, rope restraints around the individual who sat unconscious on a bloodstained, wooden chair. He stood back and marvelled at his work, slicking back his hair with a satisfied sigh.

He was wearing a blood red shirt along with an expensive pair of slacks. His black polished shoes clicked along the floorboards as he approached a single metal tray, equipped with an abundance of torturing tools.

Suddenly the man began to stir, causing the Jokers head to momentarily turn to eye up his prey. "Rise and shine, cupcake." He giggled mockingly, testing the weight of a large wrench in his palms.

"Where the fuck am I?" The captive person boldly asked, rolling their head on their shoulders as a thin, black bandana obscured their vision. There was a strong smell of bodily fluids and death in this room, which did not mix well with just waking up from being unconscious.

The clown approached the man, swaying the wrench in his hand as he neared his prisoner. "You, darling, are in my fun room," He chuckled amusingly, changing his weight from one foot to the other. "I hope you enjoy your stay." He smirked, raising the reddening tool above his head before swiftly bringing it down on the mans exposed kneecap.

A sickening crack echoed throughout the empty room, followed by a pain-laced groan. "Who the fuck are you?" They asked through gritted teeth.

The Joker threw the wrench back onto the metal tray, extending his arms. "I, am—"

"Puddin'!" A feminine voice called out, interrupting him as he growled in frustration.

A petite knock came to the room. "Go away." He muttered, unfortunately the blonde hadn't heard him so she swung the door open and ambled into the small room.

The man in the chair thought for a moment. That voice sounded very familiar. "Harley?" He asked, turning his head slightly to face where he could hear the intrusion.

"Deadhead!" Harley exclaimed with joy, rushing over to her squad member as she leapt onto his lap, squeezing him in a suffocating embrace.

He hissed as she leant on his knee, but quickly put the pieces together to figure out who his captor was. "Awwh Puddin', was this an early birthday gift?" Harley asked, her big blues giving him the puppy dog eyes.

The Joker stepped closer and pried her off the man who he only knew as 'Deadhead'. "No, it's my early birthday gift." He retorted, returning to the metal tray.

"Harley, can you please untie me?" Deadshot asked with a warm smile as he could sense he was in a pretty bad position.

Harley grinned, nearing her friend as she began to loosen the exceedingly tight ropes. "Woah, woah, woah. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Joker asked, holding a butterfly knife in his left hand.

"He's my friend Mistah J." Harley sternly replied, ripping off the bandana blocking his vision. His eyes slowly focused from poor lighting of the room.

His chocolate orbs landed on the Joker, Who masterfully flicked the knife around as he eyed him like prey. "Harls, what's his deal?" He whispered looking up at her while she worked away at his restraints.

Suddenly the knife whizzed through the air, lodging itself in Deadshots' chair. "Sorry, you must have done something to piss him off." Harley grumbled, pulling the knife from the chair as she used it to cut the rest of the ropes.

"He killed Falcone, Louis, Lazovsky and Mickey," He blurted out, glaring at the man. "Who am I supposed to make deals with now?" He argued, picking up a throwing knife from the tray.

"Hey man, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to make a living here." Deadshot answered, shrugging off the limp ropes as he prepared to stand, but immediately went lax at the sight of his useless knee.

The clown snarled like a dog, bearing his metallic grill as he tightened his grip on the blade, debating whether to end this waste of spaces' life. His knuckles whitened as he thought, but slowly lowered his arm, knowing Harley wouldn't forgive him if he killed one of her only friends.

"He did save my life, J." Harley spoke in a low tone, as Deadshot gave her a thankful smile.

Joker slowly approached her, snaking an arm around her waist as he tugged her closer to his body. "Well in that case, he's free to go." He muttered looking over his shoulder at the still seated man.

Deadshot remained seated, letting out a sigh as he attempted to stand but failed. "Jonny!" The Joker called suddenly, peppering kisses along Harley's jaw and neck as she giggled in delight.

The next minute a man peeked his head around the corner of the door, "You called boss?" He asked as Joker pulled away from her.

"Take care of uhh—"

"Deadshot." The man in the chair answered.

"Take care of him boss, or take care of him?" The goon asked with a perplexed brow.

"Just get him fucking home." He growled, waving his hand.

Jonny walked over to Deadshot, supporting him as he let him lean on his shoulder. He limped towards the door before looking back at Harley. "Next time I see you, promise me there won't be any little clowns running around the place?" He chuckled, waving goodbye to her.

Harley giggled as Joker began to nip at her neck. "I promise." She smiled, waving her hand as he left the room.

"I hope you meant that." J muttered into her skin, squeezing her hips as a subtle warning.

A small pout formed on her lips as she nodded her head. "Of course I did."
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