"Mistah J!" Joker hears Harley yell as he walks through the door to his home. "Shut up!" he responds and continues walking down the hall to his room. He is to tired for her crap right now. He reaches his room and throws the child on the small couch a few feet from his king sized bed.
He missed the couch and the child landed on the floor with a thud, slowly waking up. Joker sighs and rubs his eyes, already regretting taking her. Harley walks in and squeals as she sees the child. She runs to go pick up the girl as Joker falls on the bed mumbling "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Harley squeezes the daylights out of the confused little girl. "Can we keep her?!?" Harley squeals, referring to the child as a pet.
"Whatever" Joker mumbles as he rolls over on the bed. "Do what you want with her" Harley squeals again and runs out of his bedroom. Joker rolls his eyes, happy to get rid of her for a while. what have i done? He slowly drifts to sleep.
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The Joker is shook awake by the all to perky Harley, who is to excited to wait to show him what she has done with the child. "Mistah J! Wake up!" she practically screams in her brooklyn accent.
The Joker growls in annoyance and rolls over. He pushes her off the bed and she lands on the floor. "Go away" he says and rolls over again, attempting to go back to sleep. "But puddin! You have to come see what I did with her!" Harley whines and frowns, still sitting on the floor. "With who?" Joker mumbles, not really listening and getting irritated by the second. "Marah!" Harley squeals for the millionth time and pushed him over the edge.
"Who the hell is Marah?!?" he roars and jumps out of bed. He stomps over to Harley and grabs her by the hair, ripping some out as he pulls her face up close to his in anger. Harley cowers back, shrinking as far away from his face as she possibly could. "T-the child you brought h-home yesterday" Harley whispers.
Joker growls in irritation and drops Harley to the ground. He walks out of his room and into the kitchen where he sees the child, now named Marah, sitting on the counter. She has her back turned to him and is gently swinging her legs that are dangling off the counter. He hears her whimpering and she was clutching her arms together tightly.
Joker walks around the counter to see the front off her. Marah's arms were dripping with blood, coming from the long gashes running up and down her arms. Her legs were the same way and Joker could only imagine what her stomach looked like. Marah slowly looked up at the Joker, tears streaming silently down her cheeks and stinging the long cut across her cheeks. "Help me" she sobs quietly and he is suddenly filled with rage.
This was his toy! He never gave Harley permission to play with her; even though he clearly said do what you want with her the night before.
"Harley!" he screams for her to come and she comes bouncing out of the bedroom. "You called?" she says in her usual perky voice but her smiles drops as she takes in the Joker's position. He is standing by Marah, holding the very knife that Harley used to slit open Marah's skin, in a very tight grip. His knuckles are white and his face is turning red with rage. "What. Did. You. Do?!" he breathes vehemently. "You don't like it?" Harley looks down sheepishly. He back hands Harley into a wall and she wipes the blood off of her lips.
"Puddin please..." she pleas with him. He ignores her and takes the knife, sliding it across her lips. "Give me one reason not to" he whispers and cuts both of her cheeks, letting the blood drip onto the floor and all over Harley's clothes. She screams in pain and tries to wipe away the blood but the Joker grabs her wrist and shakes his head, a sadistic grin covers his face. He drags the knife slowly across her hand and licks the blood up, smirking. Harley looks away shaking, and afraid. "Please stop!" a small voice tries to yell over Harley's violent whimpering.
Joker freezes and turns around to find Marah. She is standing a few feet away from them, shaking in fear. Blood covers her from head to toe and she struggles to stand up. The pain from all her cuts is a bit to much for a little toddler.
"What did you say?" The Joker glowers at poor Marah and starts to walk towards her, knife in hand.
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sorry not sorry for the disturbing images I just put in your head :)
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Psychos Can Have Children Too
Fiksi PenggemarWho said the crazies in this world can't have kids? Maybe because they are unstable? Unfit for children? Who knows, maybe it's their cure... ((i wrote this about 3 or 4 years ago and it is in desperate need of revision. read at your own risk))
