Harley and Joker have been through a lot. Multiple escapes from Arkham Asylum, ruling Gotham as a villainous couple, even fleeing from Batman himself. When Joker dumps Harley, Harley pleas for forgiveness and a second chance, only to find J not inte...
"Hand it over, Mistah!" I growled through my gum chewing mouth, as I pointed my favorite love/hate pistol to a bank employee. My hair still had the pink and blue dyed ends, I was wearing my nightclub dress, gold and black diamonds.
"Harls, no need to be rude, ask him nicely." J pointed out as he was looking through a dead employee's wallet.
"Fine- please hand over the god damn money and diamonds or I'll shoot ya in the middle of your head!"
The bank employee quickly rushed and grabbed most of the bank's inventory into a large black duffel bag.
"Thanks suga, you're a pal!" I say as I shoot the man in his temple. I cackled.
Joker approaches me, he grabs me by the waist and lowers me down to kiss me. Our lips touched, his cracked and mine smooth. He lifts me back to my feet. He gave me a strange evil look.
"What, pud-" He shoots me in the head with his gun. BANG!
I screamed as I woke up in my own bed, I look around for Joker, he's nowhere in sight. Facing towards where Bruce sleeps, his belly raises up and down through his grumpily snores. My mind blank, pounding headache, where is that monster? I stand up on my pale legs and walk towards the kitchen. I look around more, until I find a note with J's scrawny handwriting laying on the kitchen counter.
Oh Harls, hello and good morning, sunshine! I have to leave to handle some issues with my lousy goons. I would like you to know that I'll return in a week. No need to worry but one of my new goons is coming to see you and give you some more news that I don't have the time to write. See you soon. -J
I sigh, I better get dressed and look presentable for this goon. I waltz my way to my bathroom mirror and decided to straighten my hair, I slipped on one of my summer dresses, half red, half black. I rubbed on red lipstick over my plumped lips. That's when I heard a small gentle knock on my door. Let's see who this goon is. Bruce jumped and ran towards the pink and blue wooden door, growling and barking of all sorts. I opened the door and girl with black hair and a strip of blue in a ponytail and clownish makeup grinned delightfully at my jaw-dropped face.
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"W-who are you?" I asked. The girl smirked.
"The name's Punchline, Hun," She pursed her lips, "Mistah Joker's new goon"
"Oh. When he said 'goon' I expected you to be a fat ugly man with clown makeup..."
"So you think I'm some guy like Steve?" She says stuck-up. Who's Steve?
"No no no, I mean- meant that usually his goons are males, you never usually see a female protecting him."
"Sexist much?" Punchline snarled, "And he has you to protect him, what's the difference?"
"The difference is I'm his girlfriend and Clown Queen of Gotham and you're a clown of a girl who's copying us."
"Ouch, I like you Miss Quinn," She said grinning, but her eyes told otherwise, "As expected, Joker told me to tell you his news, he announced to us that he doesn't need you and you're just one of his hilarious jokes. He's calling a celebration with you to further explain."
"That is such a precarious lie!" I growled.
"If it was a lie, I would be telling you different news." Punchline added, "Anyhow, Darling, I gave his news, now if you don't mind, I shall leave, toodle-loo!" She said with a sway motion of her hand as she strutted away.
I huffed. She really thought it was okay to push her two-faced nose into mine and J's business? As if, Hun, as if.
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Five hours later, J comes knocking on my door, I open the door in a huff, until I realized J was sitting on the floor on one knee wearing a black suit and tie. I gasped.
"Harley, every time I see that gorgeous clown smile of yours, it brings me over the edge and it makes me want to kiss you over and over. And yet sometimes it feels that were separated by our crazy in head voices, I see who you really are, so if you want to and you actually feel like it, will you take my hand in marriage later tonight at midnight? You can wear whatever as long as you say yes to my proposal." And with that he opened the ring box and a gorgeous 24 karat ring shined amongst his hand. I gasped once again. "So- What do you say?"
I look at him, my heart is telling me two different things like the devil and angel on my shoulder, one saying "No, don't do it," and the other saying "Yes, just think of what'll happen." I opened my mouth to answer, nothing comes out and J looks confused. What am I going to say?
