MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

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"Joker!"

After waking up inside the same room she was electrocuted, she still felt the stinging pain on her head. She felt dizzy, so dizzy she could barely stand.

She still couldn't believe he let her live. And she couldn't believe that she, herself, is madly in love with the Clown. The Joker himself.

She managed to get the dizziness away and she immediately got up and took off her lab coat and her messy ponytail, leaving her platinum blonde hair hanging off her back.

She checked the time on her watch that is wrapped around her left wrist, surprisingly untouched. "12:26" It read. She was passed out for the whole day, she was unconscious for that long. "Fuck!" She slammed her left hand against the table before running to the main computer room.

She saw many dead bodies lying on the floor, but she cared less and pushed a dead body from a chair and sat on it as she accessed the Arkham Asylum Computer Laboratory. Entering her I.D. as fast as possible as she searched for her examination of Joker. She has been giving him tests throughout the whole sessions they have. Which caused his amnesia, he couldn't remember a single thing from his past, other than him falling off to a tank of chemical waste that bleached his tan skin white, his brunette hair burnt to electric green, and his pink lips bright red.

Harleen smirked as she located where Joker was, since she had given him a 'cure' that she can actually track down. "Got ya." She smiled proudly before running out of the wrecked Asylum.

She panted, running from the fourth floor down to the main lobby got her exhausted. She looked left and right, searching for a plan to get to him as fast as she could. And she was even lucky enough to see a motorbike lying on the ground with the keys attached to it. The bad thing is, she hasn't driven a bike before.

She wasted no time and picked up the heavy bike, soon getting on it. Despite her not knowing how to drive the vehicle, she turned the keys and the engines roared. She admitted, she was panicking, but she shook it all off and held onto the handles and drove off, trying her best to not to crash intl something and end her life so easily.

Turning left and right, taking a few turns, she reached the highway. Her hair flew off the wind as she drove with the max speed, skipping ahead of cars and other vehicles, in full effort to reach the purple Lamborghini that lit up the dark highway.

She got even determined as she revved up, getting faster than her previous speed, and soon catching up to Joker who drove the gorgeous purple vehicle.

Joker looked to his rear view mirror, seeing the reflection of Harleen Quinzel driving a motorbike in an insane speed. He groaned, not wanting to deal with her at the moment, she was giving him full of things to think about in his damaged mind. And he couldn't handle it.

Harleen turned to look at Joker by the window, hoping he would stop his car. But in no luck, Joker only covered his eyes with his right hand, preventing him to even turn back again to the female who caught up with him. Harleen got mad and drove ahead of him, her hand clutching into the steer as she looked behind her to see the purple Lamborghini behind her.

And when she had decided, she turned the steer to the right in a sudden pace, making the bike flip to it's side. And as her plan goes, she got on the bike, avoiding her getting injured. And once it stopped screeching on the
Road, she stood still in the middle of the Highway, in front of Joker's car. She was afraid he would just run over him, but she needed to try.

Joker was even thinking to run her over, but he hesitated and stopped the car, rolling his icy blue eyes before it. Kicking on the stop pedal. He first gripped onto the gold steering wheel. "You." He smiled, licking his lip lightly.

"You're not leaving me, you're not leaving me!" Harleen protested as loud as she could, slamming her hands against the hood of the purple car. Tears were forming in her eyes and soon streamed down her cheek.

"You. You are really a pain in the ass." Joker then got out of the car, now wearing a maroon button up shirt and a grey blazer over it. Three of the first buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest.

Harleen then walked to him and pointed her finger at him, "I've done everything you said. Every test, every trial, every initiation." She dragged as tears streamed her face, "I have proved I love you. Just accept it!" She cried.

"Got it, got it, got it." He groans, holding up his hands in surrender, "I am not someone who is loved, I'm an idea." He laughed, giving her a big smile. "I execute my will according to my plan and you," He looked at her, "Are not part of my plan."

"Just let me in, just let me in. I promise I wouldn't hurt you!"

A loud horn of the truck blew a couple of times, before the driver got off his truck and shouted, "Hey, dickface! Mind screaming your face somewhere else-" He was cut off with a loud bang on his chest.

Harleen took the pistol from Joker's pocket, pulling the trigger and shooting the truck driver. And soon pointing it on Joker's head, which Joker played along, pulling up his hands in the air, as if surrendering. "Don't hurt me. I'll be your friend." He giggled.

"My heart scares you," she spoke, in a somehow shaky voice, "But a gun doesn't?" She questions tilting her head a little to the side.

"SHOOT, HARLEY QUINN!"