Femme Fatale.

Chapter Five.

While you were walking Harley explained in her drunken babble that some people have the Eiffel tower or olive garden, but for her and the Joker, their love started at a processing plant which you were now standing in front of.

You didn't know much about their story given that it was a personal matter, but it shouldn't have surprised you that it wasn't at all conventional.

Harley looked over to the building and pursed her lip. You could tell that all of her past memories with the clown prince of crime were flooding back to her.

After a few seconds had passed, her attention was now drawn to a gas truck. You didn't think much of it until it finally clicked in your head. Gas? Flammable chemicals? Oh shit.

Just as you were about the break the news to Harley that this might not be the best idea, she muttered five very dangerously enthusiastic words. "I have the best idea!" Before you could protest, she made sure to grab your arm to drag you along with her.

As she scurried her way towards the truck, you were greeted with a clear image of the truck driver pissing on the side of the road, giving you two a clear entry way to the driver and passenger seat. A sudden adrenaline rush surged through you and you sprinted your way to the other side of the truck as Harley was behind the wheel. She slammed the door and started the truck.

You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you looked over to ask her a seemingly silly question. "Are we really doing this right now?" She adjusted the rear view mirror and started driving straight for the chemical plant. "What do you think?"

You could see behind you that the truck driver was frantically zipping up his pants and calling after the two of you. "Hey, hey! Come back here!" You couldn't believe what was happening.

Harley's breath was becoming more rapid as she was getting closer and closer to the building. It was clear that there was fire in her eyes. Something more intense than the word anger could ever describe.

She brought her hand up to her neck, ripped off her Puddin necklace, and threw it out of the window. "You stupid motherfucker." It was clear that she no longer needed the Joker.

"This is where it all began puddin." And where it was about to end, you thought to yourself.

"When I tell you to jump out, you do it the second I tell you Y/N, okay?" You nodded your head. "Okay."

You weren't sure if it was from anxiety, but everything around you started to sound muffled and look blurry. You could hear your heart pounding as you were struggling to breathe.

Harley shook your shoulder. "Now Y/N. I said now!" Your eyes widened and you rolled out of the truck as you braced yourself for the impact.

You and Harley were now laying on the opposite sides of the street watching the truck ram through the gates and then eventually into the building.

You took a single second to look at Harley. A smile could be seen on her face. This caused you to smile too. You could only imagine how freeing this must be for her.

Your attention was drawn back to what was unfolding in front of you. You could feel the heat on your face as the building was engulfed in colorful flames. Call it twisted, but you thought the whole scene was kind of...beautiful in some way.

The two of you just stayed sitting in the street for a few moments to take everything in before standing up. Harley dusting off her hands as to say what a job well done! as you dusted off the rest of you.

You took a final look behind you. You knew that this was the start of something incredible.