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Wedding Crasher//65. (Last Oneshot)

Info:The Joker gets a bit drunk and crashes Harley's wedding to Floyd Lawton aka Deadshot.-

*Warning* This gets dark

<<<Joker's P.O.V>>>

My fists were balled as my eyes scanned her cowering form, a hiding, pathetic mess. I laughed at her tears which were streaming down her bruised cheeks, each of which had been deserved. She had to know who was boss, and to stay in line. It wasn't that I liked hurting her, but sometimes it was necessary, like if she talked cheek, or interrupted me, or didn't do as I asked.

I almost felt pity in my heart, but that was quickly replaced when she started to stand. "I-I can't do this anymore..." She trailed off, eyes lowered to the floor as her sunken face hung low.

"Use your words, pooh-bear." I snickered, raising my hand as she flinched. I gently slid the back of my fingers down her cheek, watching as her eyes squeezed shut in discomfort.

She let out a shaky breath, before opening her crystal blue eyes. "I'm leaving." Her words were strong but her voice lacked in confidence. I chuckled at her attempt, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"And going where doll? You have no one," I emphasised the last words, thriving off the added hurt in her eyes. She slapped my hand away, causing me to tilt my head and smirk.
"Don't make a mistake Harls, the minute you walk through that door you're never allowed back." I warned, holding up a finger as I looked her in the eye.

"I know," She whispered, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She carried her broken body to the door, a bag hung loosely over one shoulder as she wiped her nose with the back of her sleeve. "Goodbye Joker..." She whispered, without sincerity.

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2 years later

And that was the last I heard of her, until the wedding invitation. Jonny Frost, my trusted man for years was trying to keep it from me when I found him concealing it in his jacket pocket. It was a simple white envelope, with a golden wax seal. Inside were the words that made my blood boil.

You are invited to the wedding of Harleen Quinzel and Floyd Lawton.

I memorised the date, place and time before the letter was scrunched up and thrown in the bottom of a rubbish can.

How dare she marry another man. She has no respect for me. I gave her everything. Food, water, a roof over her head and a pretty good time in bed. And how does she repay me? She marries another fucking guy. The perfect Summer wedding she had always hoped for. I was never going to give her that. She didn't deserve it. She deserved to sit at my feet as I ruled Gotham, she was going to be my Queen. But that just wasn't enough for her.

I sat at my desk, clicking my pen repeatedly as I bit the insides of my cheeks. What was I going to do? Stop the wedding? Bring Batsy to crash it? Kill her? All the ideas and schemes were making me more frustrated. This shouldn't be happening, I have more things to worry about then some thick bimbo's life.

Day of the wedding

"Boss, I think you've had enough to drink today." Jonny commented, his eyes wide and worried as he took cautious steps forward, hand raised towards the bottle of bourbon in my hand.

I had on a black tuxedo with a matching black dickie-bow and polished shoes. All dressed up but no occasion to go to.

I also wasn't going to take his shit today, I wasn't in the mood. My bitch was getting married to another bitch and I couldn't take it. I cocked my revolver and held it up towards him, halting his movements. I took another swig of the bottle, staring at the nearly unreadable crumpled paper of the wedding invite.