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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Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

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