CrAzY LoVe {A Joker FanFic}

CrAzY LoVe {A Joker FanFic}

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First I was the joker. Then I was the Joker and his Harley Quinn, King n' Queen of Gotham. The Clown Prince n' his lil monster, but when Harls decided that she likes her new role as one of the so called "good guys" better then a life of luxury and crime, Mr. J, is back to being on my own. Now I'm just... bored. And trust me when I say there's nothing more MURDEROUS then a bored clown! "So what am I to do you ask? How am I to turn my frown upside down? How do you top a King and a Queen, Mr. J? Not just any ol' girl will do." My fingers flutter through a pile of papers and folders only to stop at a transfer sheet that's obnoxiously poking out of the stack of files. It simply reads; Belle Reve. The same location of the former queen of hearts I was just thinking about. I slide the folder out and a long thin smile pulls at my lips. My hand smooths across the crimson letters of the most intriguing name printed in bold ink on the red grade, high level security clearance Arkham Asylum folder. My fingers tap each letter like the strike of a key on a typewriter. I can almost hear the mechanical clicking in my head. A wide grin stretches across my face as I type away at the last few letters. I'll tell ya how ta top a King n' Queen; Click... ping! My index finger stops on the last letter of the name as though I've run out of platen and my hand moves just past the left side of the folder to reset the imaginary release with a slam! I smirk at the panoramic image of the full name of the next card I intend to add to my hand, the last card I need to complete a full deck. I throw the file open to the head page. My finger toys with the paper clip at the top. The one securing the picture of the most valuable card in the deck, the one I'd hidden up my sleeve so long ago that I'd nearly forgotten all about it just so I could play the game with a straight face. You top a King n' Queen... with an Ace of course! Her name is Acelynne Mayhem, and she... is my wild card!
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18 + my book has matured content "FUCK YOU! Fuck you, Ace!" I sobbed, the words coming out as a broken mess. I lunged for the handle and flung the door open, desperate for air-desperate for anyone who didn't look at me with that much cruelty. My eyes instantly collided with Carter's. His baby blue eyes were no longer nervous; they were blazing with a protective rage. He stood nearly as tall as Ace, his own ink-covered arms shaking with a fury that matched the man behind me. Beside him, Nichole was shaking, too, her face a mask of pure terror as she saw the state of me. Their expressions shifted in a heartbeat, their gazes darting behind me. I didn't even have time to see the shadow. A massive, calloused hand clamped onto my waist, hauling me backward off my feet with a violent jerk. Ace didn't even acknowledge the two of them; he just ignored their presence entirely and slammed the heavy steel door shut, the bolt sliding home with a finality that felt like a death sentence. "STOP TRYING TO LEAVE!" Ace screamed, his fingers digging into my arm as he hauled me farther into the dark belly of the locker room. I ripped myself from his grasp with a desperate surge of strength, stumbling back. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning as if the room had run out of oxygen. "Maybe I am trying to find someone to prostitute myself out to! Maybe Cox wants to buy me for a night! He needs someone to cheer him up after his fucking loss!" I lunged at him, shoving his chest with both hands, over and over. He didn't even flinch. It was like trying to push back a mountain of stone and ink. I felt like I was being choked, my breath coming in jagged, shallow hitches while my makeup smeared down my face, mixing with the hot tracks of my tears. I didn't know if I was crying because I was outraged or because I was completely devastated; I just knew I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel just an inch of the jagged glass cutting through me right now. (Cover is AI it's fake.)

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