MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

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"Present."

"Puddin'!" Harley exclaimed in joy once she saw her one and only Joker. She was yanking herself out of Creeper's tight grip around her hair, she was preventing herself from falling off to her death, due to the fact that she was only inches from the edge.

Though, Creeper's smile grew wide once his eyes turned to his enemy. "Finally!" Creeper greeted. "God, you kept me waiting for so long." He sighed sarcastically. "How have you been?"

"Cut the joke, Creep." Joker growled as he then pulled out his pistol from behind. "Let go of her."

"Or what?" Creeper questioned as he then pushed Harley even near the edge.
"Shoot me?" He asked again, holding in his laughter before he started to let out a storm of cackles. "You are funny, clown boy!" Creeper pretended to wipe a tear from his left eye before he could even strike the Joker a sinister smile, "If you shoot me, she'll die with me."

Within a split second, Harley froze in place once she felt a cold metal object touch the skin on her forehead. She saw a gun pointing at her head.

"I dare you to shoot her!" Joker shouted, his voice cracking mid-sentence. He was panicking and angry at the same time, and it made his whole body tremble.

For the first time in his life, he was scared.

With the use of his trembling right hand, he pulled out a remote from his pocket. "Pull that fucking trigger, then say bye-bye to your worthless life."

"You came prepared."

"I'm always prepared, fucker."

"Puddin—"

"Shut the fuck up, Harley!" Joker interrupted Harley who couldn't think straight at this moment, it was hard for her to think of something when she's the one in this current situation. "I'm not letting you die from this bullshit of an excuse of a human."

"But, if ya pull the trigger of that bomb, then we all die!" Harley responded, her eyes locked into the Joker's.

"Listen to your girl for once, Joker." Creeper intervened, "It's shocking to know that a girl like Harleen fell in love with a psycho like you."

"Shut your mouth, you piece of shit!" Joker shouted, "You don't know what we both have gone through, it wasn't my fault she fucking insisted to stay by my ass." Joker added on, throwing daggers at the man who held the life of his lover. "Enough chit-chat, let her go!"

"Fine." Creeper shrugged, "Bye-bye." He smiled one last time before he then loosen his grip around Harley's hair, making her unexpected fall from the high building.

Joker screamed, "Harley!" Before he pressed the trigger to the bombs that he had planted all over the area, not just the building, but the whole Arkham.

"Shit." Creeper cussed before he then ran his way out of the structure, entering a path that leads out of there easily.

Meanwhile, the Joker had no second thoughts and jumped in right after Harley.

He jumped after her like before.

"Finally I got rid of her annoying ass."  Joker breathed in relief once he was satisfied when he witnessed the Doctor jump and fall to a container of toxic waste.

"Are you really relieved, J?"

Guilt then hit him from behind, just as he was about to turn and walk away from the edge and leave, his chest started skipping a beat or two. It was new to him, it felt sl heavy and yet to warm. After seconds of standing there, he already missed Harleen Quinzel.

"Fuck it." Grunting those two words under his breath, he took off his coat and threw it on the floor before he headed to the edge and jumped after the woman drowning in intoxicating chemicals.

He jumped after his Harley.

Note:

Sorry for the late updates! Quarantine has dried all of the inspiration from my head and it's hard to fix my writer's block. Though, I will start to update this every other day! Another reason why I'm updating late because I was upset yet happy at the same time when the news of Joker having a new girlfriend (which is Joker's new sidechick Punchline). Nothing special, and because of that reason, I'm motivated to keep on feeding my fellow Suicide Squad Jarley fans with content.

P.s. This book is ending soon, so be prepared for the feels incoming.