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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Heart Eyes

Requested by @thekillingjoke-haha: BOP Harley x Gangster!Reader since you dont have any. The news shows that the Joker is dead[murdered by (villian name)]and someone else wears the crown as...Queen? Harley always was attracted to people that were bad for her,but what happens when she has heart eyes for reader and reader feels the same.

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Gender Neutral!Gangster!Reader

Warnings: Murder, swearing, fluff?

Words: 1,316

Note: I wasn’t sure whether you wanted it to be a female or male reader, so I made it a GN fic...I think that’s it!

Key: V/n = Villian Name

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @darling-i-read-it, @fandom-puff

Masterlist | Birds Of Prey Masterlist

“Harley, we’ve told you, you’re not allowed here.” A bouncer stood in front of the doors, crossing his arms and giving her a pleading look. For once in her villainous life, Harley had a good reputation with a number of people. Sadly, some of those people had restrictions even they couldn’t make an exception for her to.

Harley broke out the puppy eyes, “Pretty please?”

“I-” He looked around, “Fine. But don’t make a scene. If anyone knows you’re in there-”

“You’ll get fired, blah blah blah, I know.” She gave him one of her infamous smirks. “Thank you cutie!” Once she entered the club, she walked around for a moment, taking in a deep breath of air. “Well, it’s a shame this place is only open for this last night. Never partied much here.”

“They’re closing?” A woman on a stool in front of the bar Harley stood by asked, words slurred as a side effect of the alcohol she’d been drinking.

“Kind of. Hey, drink-guy! Can I get what she’s having?”

“Drinking on the job? I’m not sure whether to be proud or disappointed.” Harley’s eyes lit up, corners of her mouth reaching her eyes as she smiled. Turning around, she practically threw herself into the person’s arms. “Hello darling.”

“Baby! Do you wanna join me for a drink before we blow this joint?” She chuckled at her joke, Y/n joining in. The irony of a foreshadowing comment, paired with the cluelessness of the people surrounding them in the club made the mischievous smile on Harley’s lips grow somewhat proud.

“...Why not. Make that two, sir.”

“Mhm.” He began mixing drinks, stopping to hand people their drinks when they came to collect them.

The T.V. at the bar was at a low volume, allowing the people working to hear the music coming from the rest of the club just a bit away. It was a wonder how anyone could hear the smallish box on the counter.

Then the news played, the man at the bar furrowing his eyebrows as he turned it up.

“Let me tell you, today’s news is far more shocking than anything I’ve ever heard us say. Harley getting captured? Joker breaking her out? Joker and her breaking up? None of it was as shocking as the newest crime committed. The one we never thought was possible.”

“The Joker has been found dead.” A photo of The Joker, covered by a big red X appeared on the screen. “While normally, we’d be beyond happy, celebrating and cheering, there is a catch to this blessing. The killer, and their accomplice, are none other than V/n and Harley Quinn.” Another photo showed, this one with a blurred Y/n and Harley running and holding hands.

The couple exchanged looks, recognizing the photo from when they murdered the Joker. They looked back to the T.V, listening more intensely than before.

“I thought Harley wore the crown as Joker’s queen?”

“Well it seems V/n just has a lot more of Harley’s interest than The Joker does...or did. What’s so special about V/n? Why is Harley with them? Are they dating or just working together? We have so many questions, yet no way to get our answers.”

“Besides. Harley really likes the ones who don’t give a shit about her, so it’s obviously pointless-” One of the news-guys chuckled, his partner laughing as well. “This odd relationship might just become our new research topic.”

“Screw the Joker’s death, we wanna know about V/n and Harley!” The two guys on the television snorted, eyes closed and arms holding their stomach as they laughed their asses off.

The man at the bar shook his head as he turned the volume back down, “Sorry. It’s just... Well- I’m new here, to Gotham, and I’m... I guess I’m trying to figure out everything I may need to know... You kinda look like her, ya know.” He joked to Harley while he made her drink.

“Look like who?”

“Harley. I couldn’t see a whole lot in the photo they showed, but you kind of look like her.” He handed Y/n and Harley the drinks. “I don’t really know...sorry for bothering you. Enjoy your drinks!”

Once they were far enough away from the bar, Y/n laughed. “Jeez Harls, didn’t know you looked just like that badass from the news!”

“I feel so honored! I mean, looking like that chick?” She took a sip of her drink, “I can’t wait till we blow this place to smithereens. Scare Gotham. After having such a fucked up reputation and getting away with it only ‘cause I was with that dick?” Harley snorted, “Gotham’s gonna see that I don’t need him. They’re gonna see that the Joker was an understatement compared to me and you, right babe?”

“Right. Just give me the word and we’ll go.”

“You set everything up?” The blond downed the rest of her drink, looking around eagerly.

“Yep. While waiting for you. So now, we just get out of here, click the button, and then...” Harley imitated an explosion, eyes full of excitement and intrigue. Y/n nodded, copying Harley’s imitation with a nod.

“I’m ready.”

Y/n downed the rest of their drink, hopping out of their seat. They left their drinks on the table, walking to the doors while maintaining eye contact with one another as they walked. Y/n pulled the door open, smiling to Harley as they let her go first, then followed behind shortly.

“Hey! Harley! You didn’t get caught in there, did you?” The bouncer chuckled.

“Nope! Thanks for letting me in.” She remembered their plan, and how the bouncer would likely never be seen again had he stayed where he was. “Um, why don’t you go get a breath of fresh air, yeah?”

“I’m outside already, Harley.”

Harley continued trying and trying. Y/n noticed, walking back around the corner and into the bouncer’s view. “I know... I mean-”

“Question.” His attention turned to Y/n, standing next to Harley with an eyebrow quirked. “Who’s car is in that parking lot back there? It’s pretty much the only car there-”

“That’s mine. Why?”

“Uh- Well, your car’s being broken into.” Y/n smirked as the bouncer’s eyes widened. He ran as fast as he could, stumbling over his feet trying to get to the lot. “Now that he’s out of the way...ready Harls?”

“Yup!” They held hands, walking away from the club and stopping in between the club and it’s parking lot. Fortunately, the space between the two was quite large, giving them enough space to be away and safe from the explosion but in range for the most recent add-on to their plan.

Clicking the button, the place erupted into flames. Helicopters appeared over the building about a half hour later. “Just on time.” Y/n pulled Harley into a harsh kiss, smiling into it when they felt the light from the copter shine on them, seeing it’s brightness through their eyelids.

Their mission was accomplished. Gotham wanted to see who Harley had heart eyes for? Why not give them what they want. Call it... business. That’s what they were doing. Business...with a little fun on the side.

Gotham’s newest rulers; this time, heart eyes were being made both ways rather than one- showing that they weren’t kidding. Harley would do anything for Y/n, and Y/n for Harley. Harley could think of a thousand cheesy sayings about love, and prove that they were true for her and her gangster.

For example, that one saying about love overpowering evil was true...in a way. Because Y/n loved her, Harley was more dangerous than she’d ever been, and with Harley loving Y/n, they were just as dangerous. The couple was like an upgraded version of Harley and the joker. Smarter, far more dangerous, even stronger, genuinely in love- not to mention, way more crazier.

But you know what they say;

Love Heart-eyes makes you crazy.

#harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #Harleen Quinzel #harleen quinzel x reader #bop #birds of prey #bop x reader #birds of prey x reader #bop reader insert #birds of prey reader insert #reader insert #x reader #all readers #zodiyack #i didn't know what to do- but i hope you like it lmao #i got carried away oop

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ask-jokeboi · 5 years ago

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The Party

Hope everyone's having a great holiday season so far! This time of year isn't always easy but thankfully friends and a good distraction can make things easier.

I drew these pic’s to pair with a moderately long fic I wrote to follow up the aforementioned party from earlier, it’s below the the cut! Read it if you want! Either way, Happy Holidays! 💜💚💛

Words: 4,142 Relationships: Harlivy /Harley & Joker friendship / Batjokes (mentioned) Universe: Mine / Lego Batman

A/N: sorry for any typos or weird grammatical stuff, I'm good at art, not writing

Summary: Joker’s felt a little down since Batman’s been out of town, will his best friend Harley be able to cheer him up?

Warnings: Alcohol use, implied depression

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"C'mon Jay it'll be be fun!" Cheered Harley, mustering all the enthusiasm she could in an attempt to persuade Gotham's former clown prince of crime to pull himself together

"I don't care!…. Go bother your girlfriend or something. Leave me alone…" He was currently piled under several layers of blankets, sunk deep into the ball pit he called a bed

"Nuh uh, I'm not haulin' my butt outta this room 'till you haul yours. You can stay in that pit and cry all ya like, but it won't fix nothin', you gott-"

"I don't GOTTA do anything!" Jay snapped. Throwing his blanket aside and revealing his less than kempt appearance, his face twisted into a frustrated glare

Harley, already familiar with Jay's usual harmless outbursts only sighed as she looked her long time friend up and down, taking in his surroundings with a curious eye

It'd been a month or two since Batman left the scene and his absence was definitely beginning to take a toll on the poor clown.

She could tell it'd been a while since he'd done anything to care for himself…. His hair, which was usually swept back into a flawless green pomp, lazily draped his face. The dull forest black of his roots beginning to seep back into the rest of it. Same could be said for the state his room which, due to his erratic nature, was always a bit untidy but had recently fallen into a state of near disrepair. Bags of half eaten junk food and empty bottles of all sorts of things lay strewn across the floor, particularly around his half deflated bed.

Despite the mess, he still seemed a little...thin… more so than usual to be honest… his ribs visible beneath the loose shirt he wore, arms comparable to sticks despite the muscle.

most of all though, he just seemed... tired. Jay always looked tired out of makeup. It was one of the first things she'd managed to take note of when he'd first entered her office years ago…. But right now the purple rings beneath his eyes that never seemed to go away were deepened to a point that made it clear he wasn't getting much sleep or doing much for himself in general...

Seeing her best friend in a state like this was hard to witness… and although her partner, Ivy, didn't have much but mild disdain for Jay, Harley couldn't find it in herself to leave him like this… which is why she thought a party might lift his spirits a little

"C'mooon! You love parties!! It'll just be a small one anyway!" It was actually much bigger than she was implying but Jay liked big and she didn't wanna scare him off too soon…

"Yeah, like that'll make things any better… who did you even invite?? A good half of the rogues don't even like me…"

"Sure they do!"

Jay only looked at her, bereft and unimpressed.

"I mean ok you and Riddler don't always get along and it took a lot a beggin' ta get ya un-banned from the iceberg lounge but still!!"

"Uhg whatever! It doesn't matter! I don't need those bozos seein' me like this anyway..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know! I'm just…... I'm not in the right… mood for something like that right now.... You know how this works… they'd see right through me. "

Back when Jay was still her patient they'd end up talking a lot about masks…Batman's would come up more often than not but every now and then he'd end up discussing his own…. Or more specifically, the metaphorical one he'd put on every time he picked up a brush and painted himself a new face…..

"Jay, sweetie… you don't have to pretend to be okay… they won't think you're weak or nothin', you know that right?..."

Jay gave her an incredibly tired look before turning away.

"What happened to the Jay that wasn't afraid to let people know how he's feelin' huh? The one that turned every emotion into a show….?"

He kept his head down, shoulders stiff, before speaking...

"....Cause I'm not just sad this time…. " As he looked up slowly an emotion that was rarely seen on the mans face showed itself, flooding his eyes.

"W- when I'd talked to Robin and Batgirl that last time and asked about Batman they gave each other this look and…. Something's wrong… he's in trouble or something I… I can feel it….. W-what if he doesn't come back and he leaves me here all alone an-"

Harley put a polished nail up to Jay's lips and smiled warmly.

"Shhhh…. You're worryin' too much puds… ur big dumb brain is just an overdramatic liar… don't listen to it okay?"

Jay sniffled, giving her an understanding nod.

"You still got me an' your crew an' Bud and all the other little silly things that make ya days good doncha?"

He smiles halfheartedly. "Y-yeah…. But still… he was..."

"I know… he's special….but do you seriously think anything out there could actually kill Batman? THE Batman? C'mon now…. He's luckier than any bastard out there and you know it…"

"Yeah…. Yeah I guess ur right"

"Of COURSE I'm right!… now come on…" she offers her hand and helps her friend stand up. "Let's get that hair done and those nails shined up so you're brain can take a break from making all those nasty thoughts"

Jay smiled a little wider this time, forever grateful he had a friend as great as Harley around… he really didn't know what he'd do without her sometimes...

"Right…. Also… uh…. Harley?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for….uh…. Bein'... around… I guess…" Jay practically mumbled...

Harley smiled knowingly, amused with his poor attempt of gratitude

"No problem, Pud's….." she gave him a peck on the forehead leaving a black smudge behind

"now enough mush...Let's clean this mess and get ya fabbed up"

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A few hours later, Jay stood outside the titular iceberg lounge in his best winter fit, a long boa around his shoulders and a pair of unnecessary sunglasses obscuring the mascara he'd only half ruined on the way there….

He truly, honestly, did not feel like socializing with anyone at the moment, but who was he to refuse a doctor's orders?....

Taking a deep breath of the cold winter air, Jay stiffened up, smoothed the wrinkles from his vintage memphis style sweater and entered the lounge, heels high and head high as he could manage

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When the doors swung open with a swirl of winter snow, Jay was greeted by a surprisingly full and stunningly silent room. Christmas music cut through the tension like a knife as everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Joker's fashionably late arrival.

He didn't know if it was because of his natural ability to demand attention or the fact that he hadn't been seen in nearly 3 weeks, but for some reason the room seemed slightly on edge. worried he'd come with another Joker brand surprise perhaps. Thankfully, Harley, who'd left his place a little earlier to get everything ready, noticed who'd finally arrived.

"JJ!! YOU MADE IT!!" she leaped off her stool and came running to grab him, The rest of the room taking it as a cue to un-tense and to go back to their festivities, the lounge lighting up with warm greetings and laughter.

" Hey…" said Jay as Harley put an arm around his shoulder and escorted him to the booth she was sitting at….

"So… is all of this for me or…?"

"No, did she tell you that?" Ivy who was sitting at the booth with his other less than fond acquaintance, Catwoman and someone else he didn't seem to recognize, gave a snide smile, Jay suddenly felt he should probably sit someplace else

"IVY!! SHHH" Harley shushed

"What? He was gonna find out out eventually…. It was supposed to be Penguin's annual winter ball"

"Uh,It still is tho…?" said Kat, mouth full of shrimp

"Well, yah…. Difference is we had to 'finesse' Penguin into letting HIM in" Ivy explained, disdain in her voice

"And you... helped with that?..." asked Jay, surprised. Ivy sighed

"for Harley's sake, yes. not yours"

Jay smiled, amused. "well how charitable of you, here's to hoping you won't regret it"

Ivy rolled her eyes. "As if I don't already" she said, taking a short sip from her drink, Harley sitting down next to her give her thank u peck on the cheek.

"Hey, why'd you get banned from this dump anyway?" Asked Kat, eyes squinting curiously

"I have no idea…." Jay shrugged

"He put a coke and mento bomb in the fountain!" Harley interrupted

"Oh yeah…." He'd totally forgot

"Ha! Awesome…"

"Right uh, anyway, who the hell are you?" Jays attention suddenly turned to the woman sitting opposite of kat. She had light blue skin, bright white eyes and hair that made her look like a human lighting rod.

"Name's Livewire." She said, voice sharp as her appearance

"She's from Metropolis" explained Ivy. Jay rose a brow.

"Metropolis huh?? How'dya like dealin' with boy scout full time over there?" He quizzed

"Sweet!…" she exclaimed enthusiastically "Big blue aint got a thing on me! 'sides, dweeb's been outta town for months now! metropolis might as well be my personal playground"

The mentioning of Superman's absence made something in Jay's chest twist. He'd known their neighbor hero had been MIA for even longer than Batman, Supergirl taking over the workload just like Batgirl had in Gotham. but still… the reminder was enough to worry him. I mean… if superman was taking so much time up there, what chance did Batman have against whatever it was they were so busy with??

Trying his best to shake off the uneasiness building in his stomach Jay took a breath and snapped back to reality, offering Livewire his hand

"Well, uh... Livewire, i'm this city's head honcho while the bat's gone so welcome to Gotham and try not to wear it out"

Harley and Ivy exchanged looks as Jay smiled slyly and took Livewires hand…

...Only for his usual gesture of hospitality to be met with an equally shocking grip that sent blue sparks flying in every direction.

"DAMN, what the- !! " Jay yanked his hand back and held it in pain, hot needles running up his arm.The new addition to Harley's crew laughed crudely and smiled

"why do you think they call me 'LIVEWIRE' genius?"

Jay stayed silent with defeat as the table went up in hysterics "Yeah fine, okay, I shoulda saw that one coming" he sighed and smoothed out his hair which had sprung up to stand on end, his face ever so slightly red "anyway, you ladies have a nice time… i'll set up shop somewhere else and let you guys… idk… flirt with each other or whatever..." without much fanfare he slunk off to sit someplace else.

After the table had settled down completely though, Harley noticed Jay making his way to the bar looking somewhat dejected.

"Aw Jay…."

The rest curiously turned their attention to the direction of Harley's gaze.

"You're not going after him are you?" Asked Ivy after a beat.

"Well… yeah…?" Harley shrugged.

"Uhm, why?" Asked kat, dipping more shrimp into her cocktail "like if he's not in the mood for a joke that's kinda his problem…?"

"Yeah, but still…. I've never seen 'im like this for so long…. He's usually so funny and animated, it's like somethin' drained all the life out of 'im…." The concern on Harley's face was very apparent. Ivy brushed back a few strands of her hair and tried her best to reassure her.

"Look i'm sure he'll get his second wind when Batman comes back at some point… but ‘til then it's not your job to take care of him…"

Harley sighed silently. "I know but… he's still my best friend… and if I hadn't met him, I wouldn'ta met you!" She squished close to her spouse with a smile, Ivy suddenly unable to hold back a small one herself.

"He helped me outta my slump all those years ago, least I can do is help 'im outta his..."

Ivy gave her a soft look before reluctantly caving "Kindness has always been your best and worst trait, silly bee…" she said with a smirk "fine, go ahead and do your thing, I've got plenty of company over here in the meantime…"

Harley smiled happily and gave her one last kiss before running off to join Jay at the bar.

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Jay sat alone at the bar in silence until he was suddenly startled by Harley's arrival.

"What's shakin' grumpy gills?" She asked pulling up a stool.

Jay didn't answer as the bartender slid over a funfetti martini topped with the works, Jay lazily catching it and drinking deeply.

"Those guys didn't get ta ya did they? I know they seem mean bu- "

"Ah… I don't care about them…" said Jay dismissively "we're all villains here right? I'm sure they got their reasons… sides, Livewire's pretty fun even if she did fry my Joy buzzer" He said regretfully…

"So what's up then…?" Asked Harley, head tilted

Jay looked down at the table with a frown, fingers anxiously scraping the side of the glass in his hand….

"What she'd said about metropolis…. And… superman…."

"Oh…" Harley nodded "well…. I'm sure they're together wherever they are…. Right? Him and Batman? And I mean, with Superman around, he's bound to be okay….."

Jay had a hard time matching her enthusiasm but that logic did comfort him some. "Yeah… yeah I guess so"

"C'mon Jay, you gotta get that stuff off your mind for a minute! Go mingle! Go dance!… look at everyone who came this time! Turn-out's never been so big!"

As Jay's looked around the room, Harley did have a point, usually these get-togethers only managed to scrounge up about half the gang, but it looked like almost all the rogues in town had come this time. Even D-listers like Polkadot man, Killer Moth, Crazy Quilt ect. Had managed to show up, plus people he didn't seem to recognize…

For example at the bar sat Scarecrow and a… Oddly scruffy looking man he looked to be sharing a drink with. He'd heard from Riddler over the phone some time ago that crow had found himself a friend and that the two were "in cahoots". whatever that was supposed to mean. He supposed that must've been the "friend" in question…

A few tables down sat another unfamiliar in a polkadot shirt and a pair of cracked thick lensed glasses. He had a peculiar looking puppet sitting on his lap which made J raise a brow, but he didn't judge. Looking at his woefully nervous face he guessed it must it must've been a security thing anyway…

Despite the big crowd though, Jay did notice one person missing of whom he hadn't seen in quite a while...

"Yeah I guess everyone is here... except uh, Lex I guess…?" Jay considered himself friends with metropolises king of corruption, even if the feeling wasn't always mutual. Seeing so many crooks he knew in one place made him realize how rare it was to see the mal hearted mogul at these things.

Unfortunately, Harley could only shrug with defeat. "Ah I tried to get Lex but you know how he is… nobody's seen that shut in for ages".

Jay's eyes narrowed at that "How long is ages…. ?" He pressed

"I dunno… a few months guess??? Livewire said he's been quiet lately, probably off in one of his labs making some over convoluted instrument of destruction I guess"

The growing list of missing big shots was beginning to piece something together in Jay's head… what on earth was Lex up to? Where was superman?? Why did the league need Batman's help? How did it all connect?? After a moment Harley noticed Jay slipping into his thoughts again and shook his shoulder lightly to pull him out of it.

"Hey, don't worry about that egghead. he'd only kill the mood if he were here anyway"

Jay couldn't disagree, the billionaire was kind of notorious for being a giant stick in the mud.

"If you're really worried about what's goin' on with those guys, you can come up with a plan Tomorrow…. right now we got a' open dance floor, unlimited drinks and a Karaoke competition that's about ta kick off in ten"

The word 'Karaoke' was enough to snap Jay back to reality. "Did you say Karaoke?"

"Yes, I did."

"Do they hav-"

"Yes, they have Queen"

Jay nearly looked as if someone had told him the best news of his life. "Oh thank god" maybe Harley was right. Worrying would have to wait.

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The rest of the night went on with few hang ups. Drinks poured, music played and poorly screeched lyrics kept the mood upbeat.

The Karaoke stage hosted performance after performance, some more enthusiastic than others. Some painful, others surprisingly pleasant. Jay's teetered off the edge of both categories, but when "somebody to love" burst through those speakers, he'd sung it with his whole chest. The best performance by a long shot though had to be Ivy's who's affinity for 50's ballads lent to her beautifully rich voice and her's was closely followed by the Dent's who'd decided to attempt a duet with no chorus which everyone found somewhat impressive.

Emotions did flare up once or twice though, as they tend to do when it comes to villain gatherings. Ed and Jay got into a fight about something stupid and unimportant, both obviously enjoying themselves, Bane and Croc engaged in an arm wrestle that woefully ended in a tie, and Jay inevitably got worked up about Batman again, this time with a crowd of eager listeners somewhat entertained by his rambling, giving questionable advice here and there.

At the get-together's height, the dance floor had filled to the point where Penguin was just about ready to call the whole event off until Riddler dragged him on to the floor himself.

After another hour or so the party wound down some more and the night devolved into quiet discussions between friends, everyone either ready to leave or half asleep. Eventually Jay and Two-face of all people were left alone. Once Ed, Crow, Hatter and the rest had gone home.

Jay always liked Harv, for someone known for his temper he seemed to have a lot of patience and Jay found both of his selves uniquely interesting in their own ways. Harvey the "handsome" one was always very nice, easily flustered, and had a sadness in his eyes that was hard to ignore. "Dent", the one famous for all those 2 themed crimes, was a bold individual and one of the most brutally honest people he knew. That night though, even he seemed a little sad. He admitted later that it was because it'd been a while since he'd gotten to talk to his old pal Bruce, someone Jay was mildly familiar with of course, and they spent the rest of the night discussing Batman and wayne and how they seemed so similar until it really was time to head home.

sometime after midnight, long after everyone had either left or found someplace to pass out, Harley broke up with her girl gang again to come get Jay who'd fallen asleep in an empty booth.

"Wake up clown" she said loudly, nudging him a bit. Jay giggled quietly in response, turning over after a moment and opening his eyes.

"Oohh what's up??"

"Time to go."

"Aw…" Jay huffed disappointedly, then did his best to sit up straight, his head slowly spinning as he did so "ah jeeze…"

"Don't worry I called one of your guys, he's waiting outside." She explained "I dragged you here, might as well drag you home"

"You did that for me?" Jay smiled "That's so nice…."

"Mhm" carefully, she took his hand got him to his feet, doing her best to keep him up straight. As they headed out they met up with Ivy at the door

"Taking pennywise home?" She asked

"It'll only take a minute" Harley assured

"Alright… don't take too long…" she turned to leave but before she could, Jay suddenly spoke up.

"H-hey, Wait!"

Ivy turned around, brow raised "You have something to say to me?"

"Uh… yeah? I mean… sort of? I just, uh… wanted to say i'm sorry for… messing up your garden all those times…."

Ivy blinked "Why are you telling me this now?"

"I just thought you shud kno…. And that um…. Maybe you'd hate me…. A little less... if I said sorry for once..." the frown on Jays face was absolutely pitiful, Ivy could only roll her eyes.

"I don't hate you… Joker"

"Oh?"

"I just think you're annoying…."

"Oh…." Jay couldn't really tell if that was any better but at the moment he was too drunk to care. "Okay…"

With that ivy turned around to join Kat and Livewire

"Thanks for the apology though I suppose…Take care of yourself…. And, Harley don't take too long… it's only 1:00am we still have plans."

"Don't worry Ive's i'll catch up."

after one last look, Ivy went back on her way and Harley continued walking J to his car.

As they went Jay hummed to himself, swaying slightly, until a certain thought made him go quiet again.

"....Harley….?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah, J?"

"Am I a bad friend?" The question just as out of the blue as his apology to Ivy….

Harley looked at him, concerned "Why do ya ask?"

"I just…. Please?" He pleaded. Harley hesitated for a long moment but decided being honest was probably best.

" not exactly but… maybe sometimes"

"Hm…" Jay decided he'd have to work on that

"But I also know ya don't really wanna hurt anybody…. That you try your best everyday ta make people happy and that you've been through just as much any of us…. A few mean comments an' dumb pranks ain't gonna make anybody think you're the devil or somethin'….not me or any of the other guys... "

Jay had to smile at that, Harley always had something smart or nice to say no matter what. still, her answer only made him feel worse about how he'd been earlier when she was just trying to help… he really, honestly, didn't deserve her…. But the least he could do was let her know he was glad to have her...

"Harley…?"

"Yeah, J…"

"Thanks for being really, really great all the time… and… y'know… around… " Harley smiled as she secured his arm around her shoulders.

"Thanks J..."

"also sorry for sucking sometimes..."

She sighed. "It's fine Jay…."

carefully, she hauled his ragdolling body a few more feet and shoved him into the back seat of his car. J grunting as his head hit the leather seat.

"Now go home an' try not to get lost on your way to the door" She said sternly. Jay gave her a lazy wink and a pair of wobbly finger guns.

"Gotcha."

with that,Harley slammed the door shut and the J-Mobile's engine roared to life. One his lackeys sitting in the driver's seat.

"Where to boss? HQ?"

"Yup… ah, sorry t' call ya out so late…"

"S'alright boss…. Don't worry about it"

As the car lurched forward, street lights shining in through the windows as snow fell ever so lightly over Gotham like a dusting of fresh powdered sugar, Jay did inevitably start thinking about Batman again, wondering when he'd come back, desperately wishing he knew anything about where he was right now….

The thoughts were hard to ignore and when he got home he knew he'd be surrounded by the same walls he'd spent the last month trapped with them in…. even so, the world felt a little less washed out than it had before he left, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol swirling in his blood.

He may not have had Batman... But today reminded him he wasn't alone.

He had friends… real friends… In a way he'd always considered them such… but deep down there was always doubt. I mean sure he got along better with some than others, but after knowing people so long he shouldn't have been so dumb to think they hated him as much as he thought they did.

When you're a villain in Gotham sometimes all you have are other weirdos in the same boat as you to help keep you and everyone else afloat. People need people in more ways than one… and as Jay drifted off to sleep in the back of his gaudy getaway vehicle, laying in a position that was just barely comfortable, he pushed his worries aside and made sure that was something he'd never let himself forget.

~ End ~

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SIX BY SONDHEIM (2013) Run Time 86:00 Subtitles English SDH Audio Specs DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio 1.78:1; 16 X 9 Widescreen Product Color COLOR Disc Configuration BD 25

From award-winning director and frequent Sondheim collaborator James Lapine, Six by Sondheim is an intimate and candid look at the life and art of legendary composer-lyricist Stephen Sondheim, who redefined musical theater through such works as Company, Sweeney Todd and Sunday in the Park with George. Told primarily in Sondheim’s own words from dozens of interviews spanning decades, the film is a highly personal profile of a great American artist as revealed through the creation and performance of six of his songs. It features rarely seen archival performance footage and original staged productions – created exclusively for this film – with stars including Audra McDonald, Darren Criss, America Ferrera and more.

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Harley Quinn (Kaley Cuoco) has finally broken things off once and for all with the Joker (Alan Tudyk) and attempts to make it on her own as the criminal Queenpin of Gotham City in this half-hour adult animated action-comedy series. With the help of Poison Ivy (Lake Bell) and a ragtag crew of DC castoffs, Harley tries to earn a seat at the biggest table in villainy: the Legion of Doom. Don’t worry – she’s got this. Or does she? In Season 2, Harley has defeated the Joker, and Gotham City is hers for the taking…what’s left of it, that is. Her celebration in the newly created chaos is cut short when Penguin, Bane, Mr. Freeze, The Riddler and Two-Face join forces to restore order in the criminal underworld. Calling themselves the Injustice League, they’re intent on keeping Harley and her crew from taking control as the top villains in Gotham.

NEW 2021 1080p HD master! PUMP UP THE VOLUME (1990) Run Time 102:00 Subtitles English SDH Audio Specs DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio 1.85:1, 16 X 9 Letterbox Product Color COLOR Disc Configuration BD 50 Includes Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

By day, Mark Hunter (Christian Slater) is a painfully shy new kid in a small Arizona town. But by night, he’s Hard Harry, the cynical, uncensored DJ of a pirate radio station. Idolized by his high school classmates (who are unaware of his real identity), Harry becomes a hero with his fiercely funny monologues on sex, love, and rock and roll. But when he exposes the corrupt school principal, she calls in the FCC to shut Harry down. An outrageous rebel with a cause, Slater gives a brilliant performance as the reluctant hero who inspires his classmates to find their own voices of rebellion and individuality. A movie with a message, Pump Up the Volume is a raw and witty celebration of free speech that will make you laugh, make you cheer and make you think.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master! A TALE OF TWO CITIES (1935) Run Time 126:00 Subtitles English SDH Audio Specs DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio 1.37:1 Disc Configuration BD 50

Special Features: Audioscopiks (MGM short); 2 Classic Cartoons 'Hey, Hey Fever' and 'Honeyland'; Radio adaptation with Ronald Colman; Trailer

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” Charles Dickens’ tale of love and tumult during the French Revolution comes to the screen in a sumptuous film version by the producer famed for nurturing sprawling literary works: David O. Selznick (David Copperfield, Anna Karenina, Gone with the Wind). Ronald Colman (The Prisoner of Zenda) stars as Sydney Carton – sardonic, dissolute, a wastrel…and destined to redeem himself in an act of courageous sacrifice. “It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done,” Carton muses at that defining moment. This is far, far better filmmaking too: a Golden Era marvel of uncanny performances top to bottom, eye-filling crowd scenes (the storming of the Bastille, thronged courtrooms, an eerie festival of public execution) and lasting emotional power. Revolution is in the air!

NEW 2021 1080p HD master! BABY DOLL (1956) Run Time 114:00 Subtitles English SDH Audio Specs DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio 1.85:1, 16 X 9 Letterbox Product Color BLACK & WHITE Disc Configuration BD 50

Special Features: "Baby Doll: See No Evil" vintage featurette; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Times are tough for cotton miller Archie (Karl Malden), but at least he has his child bride (Carroll Baker), who’ll soon be his wife in title and truth. The one-year agreement keeping them under the same roof – yet never in the same bed – is about to end. But a game with a sly business rival (Eli Wallach) is about to begin. In Baby Doll, as in A Streetcar Named Desire, director Elia Kazan and writer Tennessee Williams broke new ground in depicting sexual situations – earning condemnation from the then-powerful Legion of Decency. They earned laurels too: four Academy Award® nominations, Golden Globe® Awards for Baker and Kazan, and a British Academy Award for Wallach. Watch this funny, steamy classic that, as Leonard Maltin’s Movie Guide proclaims, “still sizzles.”

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Special Features: Alternate Ending Sequence; "Clark Gable: Tall, Dark and Handsome" featurette with Liam Neeson; two vintage FitzPatrick Traveltalks: 'Cavalcade of San Francisoco' & 'Night Descends on Treasure Island'; Classic Cartoon 'Bottles"; Theatrical re-issue trailer (HD)

Romantic drama combines with humor, starpower combines with lavish spectacle and the walls come tumbling down! This Academy Award-winning extravaganza’s street-splitting, brick-cascading, fire-raging recreation of the cataclysmic earthquake remains "one of the greatest action sequences in the history of the cinema, rivalling the chariot race in both Ben-Hurs" (Adrian Turner, Time Out Film Guide).

Clark Gable plays rakish Barbary Coast kingpin Blackie Norton. Jeanette MacDonald portrays a singer torn by her love for Blackie and her need to succeed among the operagoing elite. Earning the first of nine career Best Actor Oscar® nominations,* Spencer Tracy is a priest who supplements spiritual advice with a mean right hook. He urges Blackie to change. But if love and religion can't reform Blackie, Mother Nature will.

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Special Features: Commentary by Director George Sidney; Till the Clouds Roll By - Show Boat (1946) Sequence; "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man" and "Bill" Ava Gardner Audio-only Outtakes; Lux Radio Theater Broadcast (2/11/1952); Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

From novel (by Edna Ferber) to Broadway smash (by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II) to three film versions (1929, 1936, 1951) to stage revivals. Like Ol’ Man River, Show Boat just keeps rollin’ along. Produced by Arthur Freed and directed by George Sidney, this 1951 version of the saga of riverboat lives and loves has glorious stars (Kathryn Grayson, Ava Gardner, Howard Keel, Marge and Gower Champion) in Technicolor® radiance, a made-from-scratch 170-foot paddle wheeler, timeless songs and an equally timeless outcry against racial bigotry. “This was music that would outlast Kern’s day and mine,” Ferber said in recalling her first reaction to hearing “Ol’ Man River.” She was right as rain.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master! MY DREAM IS YOURS (1949) Run Time 101:00 Subtitles English SDH Audio Specs MONO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio 1.37:1 Disc Configuration BD 50

Special Features: Vintage Joe McDoakes Comedy Short "So You Want to be An Actor"; The Grass is Always Greener short subject; Classic Cartoon 'A Ham in a Role' ; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Talent agent Doug Blake (Jack Carson) is giving 100% to earn his 10%. He walks away from his arrogant singing star (Lee Bowman) and scrambles to discover another who will shine even brighter. He finds effervescent songstress Martha Gibson. Doris Day plays Martha. Think she has a chance? During the shooting of Day’s first film (Romance on the High Seas), director Michael Curtiz was sure the sparkling newcomer had much more than a chance and set the wheels in motion for My Dream Is Yours. Curtiz dots his film with authentic Hollywood locales (including the fabled Schwab’s Pharmacy). And Bugs Bunny himself hops into a dream sequence. Welcome to the Dream Factory. Make it yours.

NEW 2020 1080p HD master from 4K scan of Original Technicolor Negatives! ON MOONLIGHT BAY (1951) Run Time 95:00 Subtitles English SDH Audio Specs MONO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio 1.37:1 Disc Configuration BD 50

Special Features: 'Let's Sing a Song About the Moonlight' vintage short; Classic Cartoon 'A Hound for Trouble'; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

Not since Judy met the boy next door in St. Louis has there been a heaping of tuneful, romantic Midwestern American life like this! Doris Day and Gordon MacRae team for spoonin’, croonin’ and swoonin’ On Moonlight Bay, based on Booth Tarkington’s Penrod stories. “Try not to walk like a first baseman,” Mama (Rosemary DeCamp) tells tomboy Marjorie (Day) as she prepares to date college man Bill (MacRae). The advice takes. The lovebirds hear wedding bells ahead, just as soon as Bill gets his sheepskin. But World War I rages “over there.” And Papa (Leon Ames) rages at home after a flap with his prospective son-in-law. Will harmony return to this Hoosier home? Surely Day and MacRae will make musical harmony. And On Moonlight Bay will have you sailing along.

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Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird (Part 16) - Jason Todd

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Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Jason and Y/N spend some quality time together while Dick third wheels. Y/N meets the board of Wayne Enterprises.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterisations.

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There was zero chance for Jason and Y/N to sneak away as they jumped over the roof tops of Gotham with Dick overseeing them. He loitered behind them the entire time, watching them with an eagle eye, never giving them a chance to escape and enjoy themselves.

‘We can’t get five minutes to ourselves,’ Y/N sighed as her and Jason dawdled over the rooftops, Dick lingering behind them just enough so they could talk privately but close enough that they couldn’t ditch him.

‘Yeah, sorry about him,’ Jason smiled sympathetically to Y/N, his mask covering his cheekbones but highlighting his eyes. ‘If I knew he was so close then I would’ve been quieter.’

‘Not your fault,’ Y/N assured Jason, ‘as he said – he’s technically my brother now. Aren’t big brothers supposed to be, like, giant pains in the ass?’

‘You’d prefer a little brother?’ Jason chuckled. ‘Aren’t they like… little demons or something?’

‘I don’t know – I’ve been an only child all my life now I’ve got a new dad and a brother along with that,’ Y/N shrugged as she waited for Jason to climb over a roof that she had already conquered, ‘it’s a totally new life. I’ve got to adjust to it all, I guess.’ Y/N smiled tightly as Jason landed on his feet next to her. ‘It’s been months though, since I learned who my dad was, and since I met Dick, I thought I’d be used to this by now.’

‘Come on,’ Jason said, ‘you can’t really expect to just walk into a new life and not be affected by the change, Kitty Cat. You’re only human.’

‘But I’m more than ‘only human’, aren’t I?’ Y/N groaned and leaned her head against the bricks, ‘I’m Batman’s daughter, I’m Catwoman’s daughter. I was raised by Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. For fuck sake, I pet-sit Hyenas on my Saturday nights.’

‘That doesn’t mean you’re unshakable,’ Jason said, placing his hands on her waist and resting his forehead against hers. ‘You have every right to feel overwhelmed and not know how to adjust or know what to do – everyone feels like that, regardless of background, of who they are. It’s human.’

‘I know,’ Y/N nodded and spoke quietly, ‘but I’ve never felt this overwhelmed by life before. Becoming Lynx was easy, coming to terms with Mum being a criminal was easy, knowing who Auntie Ivy and Auntie Harley were was easy, fighting the Joker was easy – this is so unknown to me.’

‘Well,’ Jason kissed the end of her nose gently, ‘I’ll help you through it. I’ll hold your hand the whole time.’

‘Hey, you love birds alright?’ Dick asked appearing behind them.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Y/N nodded, ‘just talking, appreciating the distance from the paps.’

‘Yeah, they’re a pain,’ Dick smiled awkwardly, ‘after I moved out of the manor, they left me alone, but before that, they were utter hell!’

‘So, in your professional opinion,’ Jason began, ‘when will they leave us all alone?’

‘Honestly?’ Dick frowned, ‘not till they get what they want.’

‘And what do they want?’ Jason asked.

‘They want me, don’t they?’ Y/N mumbled, ‘to know me?’

‘Pretty much,’ Dick nodded, ‘they’re vultures, and they’ll keep circling. If they don’t get the information through us, as a family, they’ll get it somewhere else, a less legit source, and then that’s the public’s opinion of you.’

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For the first time since her formal announcement to the public, Y/N Kyle-Wayne was back inside the building of Wayne Enterprises, not as an intern, nor as Bruce Wayne’s assistant or Jason Todd’s girlfriend, but as the future CEO of the company. To say it was overwhelming was an understatement. Shaking from head to toe, Y/N gulped as she was led by Bruce towards the board room, filled with board members who were eager to tear her apart and prove she had no right to the Wayne Fortune or Business. Stopping in the middle of the hallway, Y/N pressed her hands against the wall to brace herself. Bruce and Dick stopped and watched before Bruce approached his daughter.

‘You alright?’ Bruce asked softly as he rubbed her back.

‘Nervous,’ she confessed.

‘We don’t have to do this today,’ Bruce said in a comforting voice, ‘we can call the whole thing off.’

‘No, no,’ Y/N shook her head, standing up straight, ‘let’s do it. Rip the bandage off.’

‘We’ll be right there with you,’ Dick assured his sister.

‘I know,’ Y/N nodded, giving a hesitant smile before the trio continued towards the board room.

‘Ready?’ Bruce asked, placing his hand on the handle.

‘Let’s go,’ Y/N said as Bruce opened the door. The three walked into the boardroom. A long wooden table took up most of the space with elegant office chairs blocking any and all free space. Every single one of those chairs were filled with members of the board of Wayne Enterprises. All were old, miserable men who stared Y/N down the moment she walked in. Seeing the large, ceiling to floor windows that overlooked the Gotham skyline, Y/N felt at ease, sighing in relief before meeting the shark eyes of the board members.

‘Mr Wayne,’ one of the men said standing up, ‘Mr Grayson.’

Y/N noticed how he didn’t acknowledge her, but rather her father and Dick, and looking at the other two, they noticed it as well. Dick coughed and folded his arms.

‘What? My sister isn’t good enough to be greeted like a human being?’ Dick spoke up.

‘No, no,’ Y/N turned to Dick, ‘I’m sure the man had a perfectly good reason for being unbearably rude to the future CEO of Wayne Enterprises, right, sir?’

The old man merely quirked his lip and met the gaze of the young Wayne, almost amused.

‘Well, young lady, you must understand how your position in the Wayne Line is obviously up for debate, and anyway, you are far too young and… delicate to take the position of CEO. CEO’s need to be strong and respectable.’

‘Dude,’ Dick chuckled, ‘she served my ass to me the first time we met – she’s stronger and more respectable than all of you lot put together.’’

‘He’s saying I can’t run a company because I’m female,’ Y/N said, ‘right? Along with questioning whether I am a Wayne.’

‘Well, what name did you go by for most of your life? It was that Street Rat Girl Mr Wayne fawned over in childhood, correct? Kyle?’

‘Selina is her mother, yes,’ Bruce said, ‘and her father is indeed I. You can see the DNA test results that we have. Obviously, I was prepared for those who would doubt the truth that was right in front of you. Can’t you see the Wayne in her?’

‘Mr Wayne, you surely cannot expect this… girl to lead the company after you leave.’

‘I can and I will.’

‘And I have a name,’ Y/N snapped, ‘if any of my future employees would care to know.’

‘My son would make a far superior CEO than this girl.’

‘Again, I’ve got a name.’

‘Just meet with him.

‘Oh, I’ve met your son, O’Connor,’ Bruce scoffed, ‘the one doing lines of cocaine in the bathroom at the Gala, yes? Utterly unfit and, currently, being arrested by GCPD for possession and use of drugs.’

Y/N placed a firm hand on O’Connor’s upper arm.

‘O’Connor – is it?’

‘Greggory O’Connor,’ the man said.

‘Well, Greg, mind if I call you Greg?’ Y/N said, not giving him a chance to answer before carrying on, ‘why don’t you take a seat and listen for a change rather than shove your nose where it doesn’t belong, especially when you’re as misogynistic as you have been towards me, who is, I will remind you yet again, is your future boss. And you still haven’t asked me my name.’

‘What is your name, Miss Wayne?’ Another man spoke up as Greggory sat back down. This man looked kinder, warmer with a greying beard and wire glasses.

‘It’s Y/N,’ she said directly to the man, ‘and you are?’

‘Lucius Fox,’ he smiled at Y/N, ‘I see the Wayne in you. Stoic – just like your grandfather, but a warmth that is undeniably Martha, especially in those eyes.’

‘Thank you, Mr Fox,’ Y/N nodded towards the man as she took her spot at the front of the room, ready to address the members.

‘I have no doubt that when you lead the company, you shall do it with the strength and values that all previous Waynes’ have had.’

‘I like him’ Y/N said, turning to her father, ‘don’t fire him,’ she joked, causing a few little laughs in the room. ‘Now, I’m certain that if you asked all of us in this room at this point last year where we’d all end up, none of us would’ve said here, in this moment. Especially I of all people. Yes, as Mr O’Connor and my father said, my mother is Selina Kyle, who did grow up on the streets, but she has worked hard to provide me with a stable and good life. I do want to be CEO of Wayne Enterprises. I believe that we, as an international enterprise and a Gotham based one as well, need to show that, when we work together, Gotham can be more than criminals that run the city, we need to show that, when the people stand up against the evil and wrongs in the world, we can make a difference. A lot of people in Gotham are pushed aside, never heard, and those people are the ones who suffer the consequences of us and our ignorance. My mother was one of those people, and she was lucky and was able to claw her way out, though it wasn’t without hardships. But we need to make sure that none have to the pain and trials and tribulations that my mother went through, and that starts with us.’ Y/N paused, ‘As some have made themselves abundantly clear, you are not happy with me eventually becoming CEO of Wayne Enterprises, although I don’t want to be cruel here but I will state the truth I don’t know how many of you will be with us when what time comes, sorry if that comes to a shock to any of you but death is inevitable. I do hope that the ones of you who are happy with me will be able to work alongside me in using Wayne Enterprises power and influence to better Gotham City, and hopefully other places in the world. Those who aren’t fond of me and perhaps are secretly plotting against me, no offence if you don’t like me and aren’t plotting against but this is Gotham – we’ve been trained to expect the worse – I hope that you take this moment to do one of two things, one, you look at yourself and your world view and question why you are so threatened by me becoming the CEO, and hopefully we can see eye-to-eye and work well together. I don’t want any arguments to breakout amongst us all, we’re supposed to be colleagues, teammates, brothers-in-arms even against the war in Gotham. If you still cannot, or will not, work with me and see eye-to-eye, are still threatened by me, a young woman who will work hard to achieve her aims in life and will not be threatened, blackmailed or bullied by those weak willed and weak minded fools, I hope you take that as your queue to end your time here at Wayne Enterprises. I do look forward to working with you, and I hope we can do it like a family, for that is what everyone in Gotham is, family. No one else knows what it is like to live in Gotham, for it is a complex and unusual upbringing to have, and that is our strength as a city, no matter where we are from in Gotham, rich or poor, young or old, we all grew up the same, with that fear of the criminals and what they would do. Some of us were lucky enough to do it in a penthouse, others in crappy apartments, and others on the streets, but at our core, we’re all the same. We are Gotham. Let’s change it for the better.’ She finished and stepped back, slowly but surely members of the board began to clap for Y/N, all except O’Connor who stood up and met the trio’s gaze.

‘My letter of resignation will be on the desk by the end of the day, Mr Wayne.’

‘Very well.’

The man walked out the room while the others all came towards Y/N and welcomed her kindly. Lucius Fox patted her on the back and spoke gently, seeing her concern over O’Connor.

‘Don’t worry about Greg,’ Lucius assured her, ‘he’s no threat, all bark and no bite. He’ll just make a comment to the press and fade away. You think Wayne Enterprises is the first place he’s quit from?’

‘Thank you, Mr Fox.’

‘Call me Lucius, please, as you said, we’re family.’

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The Joker’s Arc in Harley Quinn the Series is really bad

So i really liked the first season of Harley Quinn the series and what they did with the Joker there but season two just it was yikes. I waited till the season was over to write this just incase they didnt go where they seemed to be going and nope.

If you dont watch the show heres a brief summary after Harley defeats Joker in season 1 he gets amnesia and thinks hes just a normal dude (ok fine i’m ok with this the jokes were good) as this guy he makes a new life with a single mom but has Joker flashes (again still fine) then Harley needs knowledge the Joker has so she brings the Joker back (ok very comic booky) AND now comes the issue Joker changes. He decides he’s in love with the woman he spent his time with in an amnesia state and wants to live a suburban life with her and her kids. I feel like out of context this might sound like a funny joke but in context its got some really bad connotations.

- First it takes away from the very blatant JokerxBatman stuff they had played with in the first season. Which is a little sad.

- Second it uses that old and very harmful idea that mental illness and abusers can be “fixed” or “cured” or “changed” with the right kind of love/person. This is coming off the heels of the last season which did a really great job of showing how some people aka The Joker will never change. And the show blatantly says it. You could write this off as a joke if.....

- Third the show uses the Jokers relationship with this random woman as a means to parallel and grow the Harlivy relationship. Like directly, like so much that you cant take it away from the narrative cause its what pushes Harley to keep trying.

- And Fourth it kinda fundamentally ruins the Joker character. It’s rather well known that the Joker feels he is his most authentic self as the clown prince of crime, that whomever he was before is irrelevant because of this. Yet when Harley asks why he couldnt be this way with her he states its cause Harley loved the Joker and the random woman loved him without that. Which is just like so opposite of Joker.

Like i get that this is a comedy show but the way this is framed you really cant write it off as a joke. It just left me with a really bad taste in my mouth for a lot of reasons.

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Joker x Harley x Reader - Oneshot Request - Kiss Bang

This was just something quick I’ve been messing around with this morning as a request I got a while ago from @jemjem-chan Sorry it took so long for me to do!

Request: ‘Can I please request an imagine? About harley leaving joker and then he found reader or something and always compares her to harley then like, harley came back and joker just pushes reader away. Please please! Can you make it super duper sad haha, I like reading those types of story’

Based off the song Kiss Bang by Grandson. I know it’s not great, but I hope it’s not ridiculously bad! :S

WARNINGS: Guns, death, cheating

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Falling for the Joker could only be seen as your own version of falling from grace. Everyone had made that clear to you when they’d discovered your relationship with the criminal clown. You hadn’t been saddened by this thought though - there being very little in your life that you’d held any sentimental feelings towards, and even fewer people.

So, when you lost your apartment, you hadn’t cared - when you lost your job, you hadn’t cared - when friends and family cut you off, you hadn’t cared.

After all, at the end of it, you still had J – the only thing you’d felt the need to keep ever since you’d laid eyes on him.

You could see now that it was likely the pure sin he oozed that had pulled you in at the time, drugged your mind almost instantly till the point that you would believe every word that slipped from those red lips. Yes, you would have done anything for him and still now, despite it all, you were sure you would do it all over again if he asked you too.

You had never realised just how much power the clown had had over you until now, until you were stood with your bags at your feet, feeling like someone had just thrown an ice-cold bucket of water over you.

You had to leave - there was no other sane option - but turning and walking over the threshold of the bedroom seemed like a near impossible task.

But now, somehow, you were managing to reach for the handles of your bags, going to turn away. Before you could run though, J had stepped forward to catch your arm, pulling you roughly back around into a cruel, familiar kiss.

And it was nearly all alright again, you the years you’d spent with him once she had left – the years of touches, of promises, of love.

The years that had apparently meant nothing.

You could feel the tears now pouring down your face, knowing you weren’t about to let yourself get played with again. You’d lived in your little naïve bubble for too long, ignored all the comparisons he’d ever made to her, ignored your own suspicions and fears.

You felt anger rather than sorrow in you now, a different, hotter burn in your blood than previously and, before you knew it, you were using the position he had pulled you into, to reach for the Joker’s gun holster. You pulled the pistol out without really realising it, the poisonous taste of J still on your lips and in your blood.

You weren’t a bad person.

That was what a small voice told you in the back of your head as you now aimed the muzzle of the weapon at the clown’s skull. But louder than that were the words he had said the night before, swirling tortuously slowly in your mind, fuelling the rage that kept the gun pressed painfully into his skin.

You should have known from the start where this would end - and maybe you had, maybe you had known that J could never be yours. Not when she was around because despite what he said, he’d never truly got rid of Harley.

And now the Joker was grinning at you and your threat with that long, slow, carefree smirk – daring you. Daring you to pull the trigger.

You remember telling him to move away from the open door - that you didn’t want him running. Your voice had still sounded weak despite your attempts to keep it strong and steady.

J had tried to reason with you with that smooth, manipulating voice...

“Give me a reason to believe in you.” You had snarled, shaking the gun at him to hide the trembling in your hand. “Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t go and end your life right now?!”

Suddenly your arm was wrenched around and away from J. You felt the recoil before the sound of the shot reached your ears and the next few moments were a blur - the order of events forever muddled in your mind.

There was a scream, not certain it wasn’t yours, a thud as something hit the floor, and then J had run. “Chicken! Coward! Rat!” You’d called hysterically after him.

But the Joker didn’t come back, and you were left in the room with the whimpering half-naked girl on the floor as she bled out.

You’d never meant to hurt anyone, you thought as you looked down at her, your face blank and whole body practically numb. You hadn’t meant to pull the trigger – even against J - it had just been instinct when she’d grabbed you.

You had never meant to hurt anyone, you kept repeating to yourself in your mind – hoping somehow that would make this all ok. It had just been a threat.

Yet, when J had tried to pass it off… When he’d been so… tender to you yesterday… You glanced back at the door where the Joker had fled. Just to do this.

Perhaps it was something more than just surprise at Harley grabbing you… Perhaps something had truly snapped at the sight of them together.

You were suddenly aware of the weight of the gun still in your hands and you turned your gaze back to the bitch still collapsed on the floor next to you. Her makeup was smeared, the red blossoming from her chest only darkening that on the costume that hung off her body…

The pathetic noises she continued to make – the whimpering of J’s love for her, that he would come back – really grinded on your ears.

Without a flicker of emotion on your face, you silently raised the gun to the girl’s head.

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Tags for Joker: @sonyandsam @ivefeltthiswaybefore @inoke @molethemollie

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hollowbastionsurvivor · 4 years ago

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Rites of Passage

Kim - I didn't get to talk to you in this game but you seemed like a cool person!

Adaora -You quit and made us lose the first tribal, so I have nothing good to say about you.

Christina - You quit before I met you, but I hope you’re well!

Kim - Ah my first friend in the game . I loved our rants and talks about all things reality TV and otherwise!

Kim - You were such a nice person to get to know and i genuinely do cherish the bond that we had albeit short-lived

Adaora - I wonder why you switched. I truly did like you. I felt like we could’ve gone far together, unfortunate that we didn’t get to reunite but I feel like we would’ve worked great together.

Christina - I wish you never mutinied!! I know you wanted the chaos, but at what cost?! 😭 I was so sad when you immediately got voted out at the next tribal. Gone too soon.

Kim -Ahhh the unfortunate mutiny victim :(.I remember when we first talked and we had that instant connection and bond that I just couldn't explain. It was truly unfortunate how the events unfolded because i would have loved to work with you further

Adaora - I miss you so much. I truly wish You stayed because we would’ve wreaked so much havoc in this game together, especially in the jury portion of the game. You were a bit messy but you gave me life and I’ll always miss you lol. You definitely had one of the biggest impacts on this game

Christina - Girl, it was such a shock when you quit. I thought you were about to bring the excitement to the merge and BAM you were gone. I loved working with you in the beginning of the game and even though the paranoia got WILD for a minute, I enjoyed the chaos you provided.

Adaora - You seem like a sweetheart, but I could never really get a good read on you. We barely talked but I truly was open to working with you. It wasn’t until you told me at the very last minute that you all in Nobody tribe were voting Amy that I realized I couldn’t work with you. You told me 5 minutes before tribal, showing that you weren’t really open to trusting me as much as I thought. Also I couldn’t vote for Amy as She was one of my closest allies in this game. But if you had proposed any other name, we might’ve worked together and this season would be a lot different by far.

Christina - I didn’t know you super well, but you have a commanding presence! I can’t even explain it, but when I spoke to you, I just knew you were playing the game and playing it well.

Kim - Despite our rocky start I really did enjoy talking to you as you were HILARIOUS and always found the positive within the mess.

Adaora - You were my least favorite person in this game. Not because you decided to try to vote me out, but because you were arrogant enough to call me an undeserving player. But the gag is, you were one of the worst players in this game. You constantly ran your mouth and people would always come back to me about your plotting against me. You also acted like I NEVER talked to you, which was a complete lie and you know it! I was one of the few people from heartless that even bothered talking to you, so the nerve of you to act like I isolated you is ridiculous. Anyways, good riddance, I know I’m not getting your vote so I might as well drag you when I have the chance.

Christina - I enjoyed our chats when they happened, but I found myself intimidated by you! Even when we were having idle chats, you always made such intelligent points that it made me nervous to keep you around. I just knew if you made it far enough, you could possibly talk your way to the win.

Kim - I absolutely loved talking to you AND working with you pre merge . You were unwaveringly loyal and it was amazing playing with you while I could

Adaora - I liked you a lot better than your friend. You were hilarious and I wish I had more time to get to know you. I didn’t like the fact that you also tried to make it seem like I didn’t talk to you as well. It legit took you almost 3 days after merging for you to even bother talking to me. In fact, if I remember correctly, I was the one to message you first. So what were you and your friend even talking about during that tribal? You’re both delusional....

Christina - The way you spoke up in tribal and tried to get me and others to vote with you to get Kevin out was AMAZING. I just couldn’t go against my lovebug.

Kim - The man himself. You were very strategic and methodical in your ways and I'm glad i had you with me instead of against me for sure ! I loved playing this game with you and loved that you didn't give up even up till the last minute

Adaora - I’m truly sorry for how things played out. I don’t regret getting you out as you were an incredible player, but I do regret how I went about it. I was so focused on making a “good move” and making “good tv” that I forgot you were a real person with real emotions and real feelings. I have a habit of thinking like a robot and forgetting about simple human emotions. I didn’t take this game that serious, especially since we weren’t playing for money, so I just wanted to cause as much chaos and paranoia as possible. But I didn’t take into account that other people may not feel the same way and truly feel burned by me. I really wish I hadn’t been so callous about it. I can’t wait for you to drag me at FTC. I know I definitely deserve it.

Christina - MY LOVE MY HEART MY BAAAABE 💜 Everything inside me loves you so much! Even though I knew if you made it to finals, you would win, you leaving when you did was a travesty. Losing you lit a fire under my ass.

Kim - I loved being on a tribe with you regardless of the circumstances because you were always so vibrant and lit up tribals and the tribe chat . You're an amazing person and a great player too!

Adaora - As a viewer, I would’ve loved watching your game play. Everything from the mutiny to forming an alliance when you were on the bottom, you really were a great player. As a player though, I didn’t really want to take a chance at going any further with you because you were so good. I think you’d be an amazing person to just chill with outside of this game though and I’m glad I met you. Seeing you play so fiercely gave me the courage I needed to go for this game a lot harder than I was. I will always admire you for that. Also you might wanna talk to Emma after this season is over, she kept trying to get me to target you and even insinuated that she gave you her idol. Clearly, we see that wasn’t the case as you didn’t play one when you left. I have no idea why she kept making me think that.

Christina - You’re one of those people that’s so easy to love. So much so that it was immediately obvious to me that you were the biggest threat to everyone in the game. You made tribals so fun and hilarious and I’ll never forget cracking up about people not appreciating your weird ass sense of humor 💀

Kim - WHERE DO I START! My main apple scrapple the pea to my pod the Joker to my Harley-Quinn. ELLIE !!I absolutely adored getting to know you and playing with you . I still get shocked by how instantaneous our bond was and how close we got.

Adaora - I truly wish it was me that left instead of you. You didn’t deserve to go out through a rock draw. I’m so glad I met you. You were the sweetheart of the season by far. I truly have nothing but love for you and you were by far one of my favorite people in this game.

Christina - MY GIRL! I had so much fun talking and strategizing (aka losing our shit) with you. It took a minute for us to really start working together, but your loyalty and friendship means the world to me. You’re a queen! You sticking to your word and not voting against me even though you ended up going to rocks is something I’ll never forget. 💜

Kim - We didn't really talk that much but when we did you were always so nice to me and were easy to talk to and for that i am grateful

Adaora - It’s so weird because even though we knew each other from DAY 1, I still feel like we don’t know each other very well. Our conversations always kind of fizzled out before it ever got too deep. It’s partly my fault though, as I do tend to respond really slowly. I did enjoy meeting you though. You’re really sweet and funny though, and we did have a lot in common from the few things that we did share.

Christina - Before you left, we talked about it sometimes being hard to have conversations, but I’m glad we took the time to do that. I love that you were not afraid to make your own moves. It was scary as all hell going against you in those last two rounds, but tbh I loved not knowing what the hell you were thinking 😂

Kim - We didn't talk that often but I loved working with you and getting to know you as a person. Fun fact you're the first non-binary person i have talked to thus far in my life.

#rites of passage

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whiskeyworen · 7 years ago

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Name: Vaela Race: Sylvari Gender: Female Time: “Of the Dawn” Class: Revenant. Allies: ???? Relationships: Slane (former….?) Weapons: Auric Sword and Chak Axe, Pumpkin Smasher Hammer

What happens when you take a charming young woman, someone who brings out the smile in the most somber of people, makes lethargic people active, or the reticent to become chatty...and you amp that up to 11 and give it a psychotic twist? You have what Vaela became. (’Read more’ on the actual page doesn’t want to show up. More below)

Vaela and Slane were podmates. That is to say, they were grown in the same dual pod that the Pale Tree uses to create her Children. Vaela formed first, a sixteen hours ahead of Slane, emerging from the Dream just after dawn. She already knew she was going to wait for a friend to arrive, so she merely sat with a smile on her face, for when Slane emerged from the other half of the pod at the end of the day. They were inseperable after that; her bouncy, positive personality working at odds with, and complimentary with his quietness and introspectiveness. Between the two of them, they gave each other the opposing viewpoints they needed to be 'normal'. She was by far the larger of the two of them, stepping in at a whopping 6'2", while Slane was a much more petite 5'6". She always enjoyed a good laugh when a Norn, fresh from Hoelbrak, caught a glimpse of her and always, ALWAYS made a joke about being 'half Norn'.

When they were both just fresh 'born', Vaela and Slane had taken a day trip to Lion's Arch (now in the post-Scarlet era known as Old Lion's Arch, ironically), to take in the sights. While browsing the markets, Slane had gotten her a backpack plushie in the shape of a spotted charr, which she adored. The day had gone well, until the accident. They were to go to Divinity's Reach next, so they went to use the Asura gates to get there. Vaela walked through first, always the one at the front, always pulling Slane along. But something glitched. That day, every gate out of Lion's Arch failed simultaneously. Not just every gate; the exit gates at the destinations also failed. Some glitch in a program, or a solar flare...something. The normally safe gates, which upon failure would have spit a person in transit back out at their entry point, didn't do that. Nor did they spit them out at the exit. Slane didn't know it till the gates were reset and he walked through to Divinity's Reach...alone. Vaela was nowhere to be found. Neither were the hundreds who had disappearred as well. Hundreds of people just...disappeared. It was a debacle for the Asura, and cost them a fair bit of money and time to make sure there were redundancies, but for Slane, it all but destroyed the happy life he'd had.

For Vaela, things were arguably worse. She didn't die... neither did the others that were lost. Instead, they had been dropped into the Mists. Randomly, across the entire breadth of the Mists, in their infinity, these poor lost souls were sent wandering across space and time, through warped dimensions of both. No one knows what happened there, but Vaela finally made her way back to the normal world, during the Maguuma assaults against Mordremoth. Her time in the Mists had twisted her normally upbeat personality, given it a psychotic, almost insane edge to it. Never one to have used a weapon in her prior life, she was now a master of sword and axe, which she used to carve a path of destruction through the Maguuma. Her Sword, originally of the Exalted, she found in one of the twisted sub-areas of the Mists. What it was doing there, she didn't know and didn't care. The Axe... the axe was a living thing. A twisted Chak creation she found that appealled to her. It clicks curiously when she wields it, as if it can't understand the entity holding it. Her Hammer is a thing of nightmares. Figuratively and literally. Somewhere in her trials, Vaela had stumbled into the Mad King's realm, and out of desperation, had wrenched a lamp post out of the grave-riddled grounds. Placing a pumpkin on it infused in Mist energies so it would never rot or break, she began to use it as a bludgeon, a massive warhammer of fear. The last thing opponents would see is the flaming, grinning face of the pumpkin as she hurled it at them, or brought it down on their heads with grim finality. She won't stop because someone got in her way. Why? Because she could sense Slane out there somewhere. Amidst the voices of the damned, bellowing of demons, whispers of the tricksters echoing in her mind, a small part of her remembered her past life and wanted to rekindle that. But that same part held a deep-seated rage and hate. She wanted to see Slane, to be with him again...but she also wanted to kill him, to make him suffer like she had, to feel an inkling of the agony her untold time in the Mists had inflicted on her. The voices goad her. They chide her. They try to convince her in both directions. She doesn't care. She doesn't even know what she'll truly do when she finds him again. Will she fall into a screaming berzerker rage and assault him with everthing she has? Will she be so overcome with happiness that she'll drop her defenses and weapons, regardless of the outcome?

She continually draws back from him as much as she draws towards him. The part of her that still loves playing games and having fun still does so...but with a deadly glint. She leaves traps, trophies, hints, warnings for him. A message to be sent, but by one who has almost forgotten what writing is. She still has the backpack though. It's the one thing that physically ties her to the past. To let it go would be to succumb totally to the madness of the Mists. Vaela has made it SO far. Nothing will stop her. Not a Dragon, not a God, not the Mists themselves. She WILL be happy again, inside and out, like she was back then. She just doesn't know how she'll do it. (Notes from Me: I made Vaela after noticing Sylvari tend to come in pairs. Her personality and shape and size I made a parallel flip of Slane’s. Even her name, when I wrote it out, was supposed to be a jumbled, inverted, slightly adjusted version of his name. They are literally, two peas from the same pod, though she left the pod first. I keep thinking of her in terms of Warhammer 40k, as someone who was lost in the Warp, alone and afraid, and had to do anything to survive till she could make it back. It cost her most of her sanity, and gave her a whole host of mental disorders in the form of voices in her head, real and imagined. The best I can give for a description of her is a blend between the Joker and Harley; always causing mayhem, causing issues, but with a SMILE on her face. Whether it’s a cheerful smile or a rictus grin is up for debate. I can totally see her humming a cheerful tune while leaping back and forth between opponents, blades singing. She’s probably one of the most dangerous characters I’ve made, both for her personality being so lightswitch-easy to change, and for the sheer raw power she can put out to back up whatever her mood is.) Additional Note: I finally found a character in another medium that presents the image I have of Vaela the best (at least when she’s not talking to the voices in her head). That is Mari Makinami Illustrious, of the Neon Genesis Evangelion You Can (Not) series rebuild. If you’ve ever seen Mari in You Can (Not) Advance, then you’ve kinda seen what Vaela is like when she’s in the throws of battle. Somewhere between singing and humming pleasant songs, to outright screaming bloodlust. No inbetween for her.

#GW2 #Guild Wars 2 #Sylvari #Sylvari Revenant #Revenant #My Characters #Vaela Toma

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xxxavo · 7 years ago

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Joker x s/o

— Joker x fem!reader insert ; Abused, beaten and broken. You knew the feelings all to well. He wanted to do so many things to you. He had done, so many things to you. All you wanted, as far back as you could remember; Is freedom. Freedom to eat, drink and sleep where ever and whenever you wanted. The only thing standing in the way or your dream was him and a few of his henchman. Unfortunately, its not like he would just move out of your way, and its not like you could just get up and go.

— Trigger warning ; Cursing, violence, gore, sexual content, sexual abuse, torture, and abuse. Very dark, do not read if your uncomfortable with dark humor or you’re very easily triggered. This theme - to me - is not for the faint hearted and if offended easily I wouldn’t read this either. Since this is for the Joker, its written to not make you love him, not make him out to be something hes not. It’s written to show him as the evil man he is who likes to control and manipulate people. You have been warned.

You let out a shrill cry but instead only heard a crackled voice that fled aimlessly down the corridor, followed by many others from different places yet stuck in similar situations such as yourself. He had left you strapped to a chair in the middle of a dark room, deep beneath what you presumed was his lair. He, was the Joker. And the sadistic bastard made sure to keep the door wide open. Teasing you of any possibility of escaping, as the lights creepily flicked on and off, illuminating the tile floors that was still covered with small traces of blood which seemed to travel on for miles. Joker liked to call this horror show his own Arkham Asylum. Unfortunately for you and many other of its inhabitants, the Joker was not as fond as containing the mentally insane in his ‘Asylum’ as he was with keeping the healthy minded.

In your room - which you had heard been called ‘Room red’ many times - there was nothing but black walls, black floor and a wooden chair which as mentioned you were currently strapped to. In front of you, the door still stayed wide open, slowly creaking shut as every second ticked by. The noise was pure agony to your ear drums, making you let out another horrified squeal. Perhaps this place was making you insane. After all the treatment Joker made sure came your way, the smallest things would set you off and put you on edge. Many times the man had refereed to you as his ‘Special patient’ or ‘Experimental Guinea pig’. He said you were clever. Smarter then the other idiots who resided in his prison cells.

Such thoughts brought you to relief when the metal door slammed shut right before your very eyes, causing your neck to twitch. You were smart enough to figure out that this place was designed by the Joker to be the complete opposite of the real Arkham Asylum. It wasn’t designed to help the ill get better. Instead, It was designed to see how ill he could make the better. If he could force them to be as deranged as him, if not more so. A sudden panic jolted through the very bones in your body, making you lurch forward on the chair vomiting up what you could only assume was blood all over your bare knees and underwear. After a few more painful coughs, all the contents were out of your stomach, though, you doubted it was a good thing if the contents of your stomach was blood.

The volatile metallic taste stayed in your mouth. Forcing you to lick the rest of it from around your mouth and swallow it down. The action however, only caused your stomach to throw up more contents. This time however it was defiantly vomit. The smell was undeniable and if your gut wasn’t already empty more would have come up in no time. But instead, you were left to gag none stop for what felt like an hour. The slimy traces of your sick gliding down your knee, to your ankle and before greasing up in between your toes. The chunky, wet, gooey pieces sticking to your skin. To try and make the situation better, you slowly moved your toes to try and shake off the vomit, though, that only made it stringy and mix with the blood, Causing you to get into yet another gagging fit.

Was this all your life would consist of now? Crying, gagging and screaming? Whimpering you remembered how you had begged him to end it. Begged him to kill you in away way he pleased. As long as by the end of it you would be dead. But did he listen? Somewhat. The joker had told you, he was killing you. Just slowly, but just long enough to see how much someone as simple minded as yourself could take torment and torture. That was before he told you how sexy you looked vulnerable, how he liked how big your lips had gotten now they were swollen. He told you he liked big lips, and he liked how skinny your stomach was now he had been starving you. He said bones were an absolute turn on for him since they reminded him of a corpse after it had finished rotting away like you would do soon.

You remembered him grabbing your arm and un-tying you, holding you down as you tried to run past him over to the metal door, over to what you could now only assume to be freedom. The jokers hands held your arms against the wall firmly, his nails digging into your skin until you were both bruised and bleeding. At this point your room was still dark as per usual, but hos face was so white it was the only thing you could see. You suspected he did that on purpose. To scare his victims into believing the only light at the end of the tunnel…was him. And suddenly you didn’t want to die anymore. You wanted to live. You wanted to live despite his fist punching your face in so much your noes had broken and everything was blurry, so blurry you couldn’t tell the difference between up and down. You wanted to live even though his beating had left you exhausted and rendered helpless, even when his hands began tearing off your clothing till you were left bare. You desperately wanted to live when he turned you so your cheek was smothered into the ice cold floor, drool and blood escaping the corner of your mouth as his fingers danced across your back. His left hand cupping and pinching at your nipple whilst his right held a knife. Carving degrading words into your back which stung like a bitch. Words like slut, slag, whore, bitch.

You oh so desperately wanted to live as he threw the knife down and rammed into your tight hole. Pounding into you as you only managed to let out raspy pleas of him to stop before finally going silent. You just wanted to live, even after he had come back several days that week, just to carve more words into your skin and just to try new positions that he knew you could never disagree to because you couldn’t. You wanted to live; To prove him wrong.

After that fitful day Harley Quinn herself began paying you visits. You had allowed her Puddin’ to apparently pleasure you as he did to her. Despite trying to assure her that wasn’t the case, and what he did to you wasn’t pleasuring. The Psycho still took pleasure in beating you senseless before throwing you out of your cell bound. Parading you around the different cells to make you feel small, to make you feel worthless. Ashamed. Which soon, you did. She let other men play with you. Touch you in similar ways to the Joker. She let them shove themselves into every nook and cranny they could find on your body. Leaving you and sobbing filthy mess.

Did you still want to live? You didn’t know?

How long had you been in here? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Seconds? Minuets? Hours? Milliseconds? No to long to short. Maybe centuries? No, no that cant possibly be it. How long had it been? Yesterday he had told you 6 months or so.But no that wasn’t right that had been only but a few days ago not yesterday you had slept three times since then but it was so dark you didn’t know if it was night or day anymore. Taking a shaky breath. A soft chuckle left your lips.

“(Reader insert)~” A voice that was all to familiar called. You hadn’t noticed the door open softly, a man walking inside. His face white, his hair green, his lips ruby red. Smirking down at you, his pasty skin crinkling in unnatural places. The joker pouted mockingly before speaking. “Aw my poor baby. Look at your face.” He suddenly laughed menacingly. “You use to be so pretty. But i suppose after breaking your noes and leaving some pretty scars here and there, your messed up in your looks like I am in my head.” He laughed harder. Jabbing at your ribs causing you to yell out in pain. “Poor fat, disgusting (Reader insert). Trust me when I tell you. You’ll never get saved looking like that. Old bats would think your some monster, and run the other way.”

So. Did you still want to live? Being the ugly creature you now were?

#joker x reader #joker x s/o #joker imagine #DC #harley quinn #batman #bruce wayne #dark #warnings #trigger #imagine #imagines #headcannons #dc imagine #dc joker imagine

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nightwingism · 7 years ago

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New Comic Book Day!

October 11, 2017

Trying something new here, and i’m gonna start reviewing comics that I pick up at my local comic store, which may or not be Nightwing related. I figured this is something different, gives me something to do, and I just think it’d be fun. But enough about the why, let’s get into the comics!

Spoiler Alert

1. Action Comics #989

Part three of the Oz Effect! I figure this is gonna be weird starting a review right in the middle of so many comics, but recapping is a real thing. Anyways, this comic kept the action flowing, not so much of a one-on-one dialogue anymore, and we get to see Jor-El in action! The ending was a giant cliff-hanger and I can’t tell if they are supposed to be the LoSH or not. But this interaction between Jor-El and Jon, heck even with Lois are remarkable, and is something I never knew I wanted to see in a comic until now. Though, thus far this story-arc has been very dialogue heavy, and not very action packed. This biggest reveal isn't even the fact that Oz was Jor-El, but the fact that Oz wasn’t Ozymandias, which in retrospect was a little far-fetched and too on the nose. Anyways, I’m excited for the next issue, and excited for the ramifications of this story.

2. Wonder Woman #32

Part two of the Children of the Gods! The previous issue was mainly from Hercules point of view, serving as the primary narrator of the story, and of his death. This time around, Wonder Woman was front and center. I wasn’t expecting too much from his comic to be honest, ever since Rucka left my excitement has dwindled. But Robinson isn’t a bad writer, and I trust the guy to do these comics well. Jason was revealed at the end of the issue, which i was actually very surprised of, and I thought he was gonna be saved till later. But he’s here, very cut like David’s Michelangelo’s. I’m curious to see how his story unfolds, and what kind of role he’ll play in the future of Wonder Woman comics, if he survives this story that is.

3. Mister Miracle #3

This was probably my most excited new comic that came out this week. If you do not know, I love Tom King’s writing. It’s a slow burn type of writing that excels in large overarching stories, like a novel. The way this story is unfolding is getting me excited. Because you KNOW there is something more going on in the story than what is stated. The way it started, how quickly things went downhill, the way the characters talk to each other. Conspiracy theory is that whatever pills he took is actually making him hallucinate this whole thing. But I feel like that is too simple of an answer, and I feel like King will play into the Jesus = Mister Miracle symbolism, with Highfather = God and Darkseid = the Devil. The way Kirby intended it. I’ve also really enjoy the flow of the comic, with the action sequences and the more down-time. In this kind of comic, it’s strange, which plays perfectly with the outlandish nature of the Fourth World. I’m really excited for the next issue, and the rest of the series.

4. Detective Comics #966

Part two of A Lonely Place of Living! I honestly did not see this comic unraveling the way it did, and I’m actually really excited for it. It’s a mix of the Geoff Johns “Titans of Tomorrow” storyline with a Back to the Future kind of vibe. The reveal of “Who the hell is Conner” was so heartbreaking. I’ve wrote a dream pitch for how I’d bring Conner, and the rest of the Young Justice team, back into the mainstay DC Universe, and thus far, it can still go through. Future Tim plays into Present Tim’s thoughts, and addresses them how Tim would probably address himself. I love when time paradoxes play out in the “I know what you’re thinking, because I thought the same things when I was you listening to me.” way. It gives the audience the idea that time is a fixed predetermined path that can’t be wavered from. But we all know that not to be true. We know Present Tim will somehow find a way to beat himself, even though Past-Future Tim couldn’t beat Future Tim. That didn’t make sense. Oh well. I’ve enjoyed this story, and series really so far, and I’m glad Tynion is on this series, being the 90s fan he is, bringing in all those fascinating characters back into the fold, arguably the best time to be a Batman Fan.

5. Red Hood and the Outlaws #15

Part two of Bizarro Reborn! So I haven’t actually read the first part of this comic, with the last RHatO comic I read, besides the annual, was issue 11. So I’m behind. But I can extrapolate the idea that Bizarro came back due to Lex Luther, granting him super intelligence, much to the dismay of his teammates. But it seems to be a temporary thing. I don’t know why the Belfry team thought it was some kind of an attack, or why they are fighting Red Hood at all, but they are. I would have thought Bruce would have told everyone that Jason was on their side. But I just remembered that Jason has to work outside the family on a normal basis, to “infiltrate the bad guys” for Bruce. I think Jason is the last member of Batman Inc, which is very ironic. Artemis is in the story, still great chemistry with the team, and I still really like the idea of this Dark Trinity, it’s execution has been so awesome since day one, and I can’t believe I’m actually excited for the next issue.

6. Batgirls and the Birds of Prey #15

Part one of Manslaughter! Finally a comic that is just beginning it’s story arc. Whew. The Benson sisters have been doing a great job in this comic thus far, giving us great characterization for the main three, and most of their guest stars. This story serves as a “gathering of the troops” setup. We address the problem, identify it, and then gather some people to counter it. The problem is that there is some disease that can potentially kill all the men, which is something, as a man myself, find hilarious and fitting for this comic. Every character has their own reason for trying to fight the disease, with Dinah having Ollie, Babs having her Dad, Helena with Dick, Selina with Bruce, Harley with the Joker (so she can kill him herself), and Poison Ivy just because she wanted to (basically), the rest of the Gotham squad, which includes Batwoman, Spoiler, Orphan and Gotham Girl (whom I’m glad is getting screen time), and last but not least Wonder Woman herself. I think this story is going to be a fun girl-power story, and I’m curious to see who is behind this dastardly attack, and what their motive is.

7. Dark Knights: Metal #3

If Mister Miracle was my most excited story, this is my second. Metal and all of it’s tie ins have been such a treat. It’s a Batman centric story, without shoving in a Bat-God into our face. The threats are on the planetary level, and it’s gonna take everyone to save the world, even bringing in people who haven't been seen in comics in ages. Dick, Clark and Damian have a moment together, that is very in character for everyone, something I respect Snyder for doing so far. The subtly in this comic is mind boggling , how many hints were left behind in Snyder’s past comics, and just in the series alone. I don’t really care too much about the other Batmen though, and am only really curious about what the heck The Batman Who Laughs deal is. Snyder and Capullo are literal Rock-stars in this series, and I’m cheering for an encore -- which may come when this is all over.

8. The Amazing Spider-Man #789

The Fall of Parker! Spinning out from Marvel Legacy and Secret Empire is a more status quo Spider-Man, but with a twist. People love Spider-Man, as much as New Yorkers can, but hate Peter Parker. It’s an interesting twist on such a simple and main staple in the Spider-Man mythos. I’ve always been a fan of the “Down on his luck, penny to his name” Parker, who was street level but with the drive and passion for the big league. With the previous run, I felt like it was just Ironman with a Spider-Man costume on, but now this is some good old fashion comics. I like his relationship with Bobbi, and I think the two are cute together, but I hope Harry and MJ make their return to the supporting cast. The art is also phenomenal, but what can you expect when Stuart Immonen is providing. Even though there wasn’t much of a villain, or a story being told. It kind of seemed like a one-shot to me, with dangling threads that can be picked up later.

9. Daredevil #27

Part two of the Land of the Blind! Not get caught up with Marvel Legacy, Charles Soule continues his fantastic run of Daredevil. Last we saw, Matt was tracking down his once partner, once blinded and once friend, Blindspot. It was all a trap! This story serves as a “secret origins” of Blindspot, as we see his transition from the farm lifestyle in China, to moving to the city, to the United States. This story takes place over days, weeks, and we can see the passage of time from the look on Matt’s face, and his ever growing beard. I really like this twist, and that it was Charles himself to do the twist, and I’m very curious to know if this was his plan all along, or if it was just something he came up with in recent times. Whatever it is, the main thing I can say about this comic is that I love that the red costume is back, and the fact that Ron Garney is providing art. His style compliments the story of daredevil so well, I’d love to see him do a Nightwing book. I’m hoping that Charles continues this fantastic run when he makes the transition to the Legacy side of Marvel.

10. Runaways #2

When they announced that they were making a show about the runaways, I was very curious on many things. One of the things though, was not who the hell are the runaways. I actually read the original series, and I was up to the moon when they announced that this series was coming back. The story, thus far, has been very dialogue heavy, with action sequences being either in flashbacks or just not present. I don’t mind it too much, since they really have to explain a lot to all the new readers who are jumping on due to the announcement of the show, I just hope it picks up soon with the action, and it seems it will with the glowy cat eyes following Molly. And I was a little curious on why we didn’t get a shot of Molly’s grandma, maybe there is something up with that too. Whatever the case is, I’m enjoying this series so far, and hope the next issue fills the action void that I crave.

11. Defenders #6

Part One of Kingpins of New York! Technically this is part of Marvel Legacy, but it’s weird since Matt is still wearing his black suit, when he has already switched to the red one in his main series, which takes place before Daredevil legacy does. But this issue itself is really just the end of the previous arc, so it doesn’t really seem like the beginning of a new arc. I enjoyed the court scene, and the banter between Daredevil and Luke Cage, especially Luke’s comment that “he knows a thing or two about the law” to DD. I hope he reveals his identity to the team again soon, as I think it gives the team a much more grounded approach. Less flashy superheroes, and more of just street vigilantes. Men and women. I don’t really know why Black Cat is so heavily featured, when I feel like she doesn’t serve too much to the story, but she’s there. I just think BMB likes writing her ever since his Superior Spider-Man run. But that can be brushed aside with his characterization of the main team, something I look at with these team books. I like the idea of the Kingpin being a “Defenders” bad guy, with the addition to Spider-Man of course. Maybe in season 2 of the Defenders? Anyone? Anyone?

#Nightwingism reviews comics #nightwingism irl #Action Comics #Wonder Woman #Detective Comics #Mister Miracle #red hood and the outlaws #batgirl and the birds of prey #dark knight: metal #runaways #defenders #daredevil #the amazing spider-man

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provocativelyposedsloth · 8 years ago

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Imagine the Joker and Harley taking you in and saving you from your abusive father

Your POV

The rain was just starting to fall making the dirty streets shine in the moonlight; you were sitting in the alley behind The Smoking Gun while your father was inside drinking himself into stupor. He always dragged you along when he went out so he could "keep an eye on you" but really it was so he had someone to drag him home at the end of the night. You go to look at your watch when you see a door a little ways down open filling the alley with music from the club inside, and three people walk out. "come on puddin', why do we have to go home? The night is still young!" Says the woman as the group walks past you towards the street where a flashy purple car is parked. The other two men ignore her and continue to walk. The small sound of metal on concrete grabs your attention and you see that the woman had lost one of her rings. Without thinking you pick it up and start running towards the group to return it, but before you reach the woman one of the men turn around, grab you, and press the barrel of his gun to your head. "what do you think you're doing, huh?" you can feel the harsh hair of his beard on your cheek. "…I….you….you dropped this miss" your voice shakes as you unsteadily hold out the ring. "Oh Frost let her go, she's just trying to be a good Samaritan" the man's grip on you is released and you try to regain your composure as the woman walks towards you to collect the ring. You finally get a good look at her, and whatever little composure you had managed to muster up melts away as you are face to face with the infamous Harley Quinn. She grabs the ring and places it back on her pale finger "thanks sweetheart" she says smiling at you. But no matter how much you try you can't get any words out, you just stare at her and Joker, frozen in fear. "oh geez don't be scared kid, we won't bite" she tries to reassure you but it does little good. Then you hear you father drunkenly yell out your name from the back door of the bar. "Y/N! Get your ass over here, you worthless piece of garbage" This snaps you out of your trance and you turn to run to him when Harley grabs your arm, "hey is this guy bothering you?" "…..uh…no, it's my dad…I should go, I have to get him home"

Harley's POV

As she turns to run towards that drunken fool you notice the angry bruise covering her left eye. "come on Harley, let's go home" Joker says as he opens the passenger side door for you. You get in, but can't take your eyes off the girl and her father, as she's struggling to walk him down the street. Joker gets in the car and as you start to drive away you flash your sappiest puppy dog eyes at him and say "hey puddin' don’t you think it's about time we start a family?" "WHOA, where is this coming from? We're busy enough as it is, I'm not letting a baby get in the way of my plans" he says. "Who said anything about a baby hun, what about that girl from tonight" "oh no, we're not collecting strays" he says "but puddin' you saw her face and you know that drunk must knock her around, she needs us. Just think we can raise her as our own, and she's old enough to take care of herself while we're gone. Come on, do it for me." you say trying to sound as persuasive as possible. Joker sighs and shakes his head "you know I can't say no to you" he says, flashing his metal capped teeth at you as he digs his phone out of his jacket pocket "hey Frost, go tail that girl who returned the ring, find out where she lives"

Your POV

You finally drag your father up the last few steps and into the apartment. "I know how to walk" he says as he pushes you down to the ground and stumbles to the couch. He collapses into the cushions and begins to snore as you pick yourself up and go to your room. Even though it's only a cheap mattress on the floor, after the night you’ve had it might as well be a tempurpedic. You pull the thin, moth eaten blanket over you and quickly drift into sleep. The next day is like any other, you wake up and make your sure your dad didn’t choke on his own vomit during the night, unfortunately he is fine and still sleeping soundly. You made breakfast and tried to wake him up but it was no use. You eat and go back up to your room to read and hours later you hear glass breaking in the kitchen. You hear your father's footsteps getting closer to your door and you brace yourself for what you know will happen next. The door flings open and you father yells "you were supposed to wake me up! I missed a whole day of work thanks to you" his hand connects hard with your face and you fall to the ground. Tears sting your eyes as the toe of his boot connects with you ribs. "I tried to wake you up! I swear" you cough up between pained breaths. He lifts you by your arms and slams you into the wall pinning you there, face to face he looks into your eyes, but you see none of the love that a father should have for his only daughter, only contempt. "you'll pay for this" he says coldly as he releases you and your feet drop back to the ground. He walks out of your room and you scramble to gather your things and get out before he come back, but you're too slow and just as you reach to doorway you see him coming down the hall with a chunky leather belt in hand. You make a run for the front door but he catches you and the belt makes contact with your back causing you to scream out in pain. The belt comes down again and again and after a while your shirt is in tatters, ripped apart from the sharp blows of the belt revealing scars old and new.

Finally, after what seemed like hours your father drops the belt and leaves you a bloody crumpled mess on the floor barely conscious. You try to get up, but you can't, you can hardly keep your eyes open when you hear a knock at the door. "Who is it?" you hear your father call out but there is no response then moments later you hear the door being forced open and your father gasps "…..What are you doing here….get…get out of my house" his voice is shaky and dripping with fear. "oh don't worry pal" a strange voice says "we're just here for the girl" he growls. "yeah where is she?" a familiar female voice says. Again you try to get up, but wince at the pain coming from your probably broken ribs. Harley's heels click on the tile as she comes to your room and rushes to your side "aw crap, I knew we should have come sooner. Are you okay sweetheart, don’t worry Harley's here, I got ya Y/N" she tries to help you up but no matter where she grabs you're met with a searing pain. "little help in here boys" she calls out, and Joker comes into the room "ooo that looks like it hurts, he really did a number on her huh?" he kneels down next to you and you can't help but feel afraid, but his hands are gentle and he scoops you up in his strong arms. He carries you to the living room where your father is on his knees in front of Frost with a familiar pistol pointed at his face. "wait till we're in the car and then take care of this piece of shit" Harley orders "wait" you murmur "do it now" you say, Joker smiles down at you "you heard the lady" he says and Frost pulls the trigger and your father's brains paint the wall behind him. You feel a rush of calm wash over you and a smile cracks across your face, he's finally gone you think, he can't hurt you anymore. Then you feel sick, you start to gag and turn your head as to not blow chunks all over Joker's fancy suit. Harley giggles and wipes your mouth with a towel from the kitchen "don’t worry doll face, happens to the best of us, now come on lets go home" you can't believe your ears but you're too tired to ask questions.

Joker's POV

You try your best to drive carefully so you don't wake Y/N. Looking through the rear-view mirror you see Harley gently stroking Y/N's hair as she sleeps in her lap. You can't stop thinking about the way she smiled when Frost pulled the trigger, maybe this girl will fit into his and Harley's life. You had never really thought of having a family, but looking back at them in the back seat you can't help but smile at your girls.

Your POV

"Wake up hun, we're here" you hear Harley say, you open your eyes and try to ignore the pain as you slowly get out of the car, with help from Joker. "you think you can make it on your own?" he asks "yeah, I think so." Still Joker keeps his arm around your side just to make sure you stay upright. The three of you make your way up to the front door and you get your first glimpse of the Clown Prince of Crime's house. It was a modern style mansion on the bank of the Gotham River, across which you can see the illuminated skyline of Gotham against the inky black sky. Joker pulls a set of keys from his pocket and unlocks the front door and leads you inside, with Harley close behind. "I'll get the first aid kit, why don't you put her in the guest bedroom puddin" Harley says as she disappears down the hall. Joker leads you the other way towards a flight of stairs, you're already exhausted from the trip in from the car, you don't know if you will be able to make it up all those steps. As you begin to climb with the Joker close behind, you start to feel light headed but you keep going. Halfway up your vision begins to blur and you feel your legs go out from under you. You expect to hit the hard steps, but instead you feel the strong arms of The Joker wrap around you. Next thing you know you are lying down on a plush mattress with Harley sitting next to you fiddling with bottles and bandages. "Don’t worry Y/N I'll get you all fixed up" She draws a clear liquid into a syringe and gently ties a tourniquet around your arm and feels for a vein. "What's that?" you ask nervously "It's just a little something for the pain sweet heart"

Read part 2 here

https://arkhaminmate.tumblr.com/post/160135205501/saved-part-ii

#joker x daughter #harley x daughter #joker imagine #joker x harley x reader

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mabelmadnessss-blog · 7 years ago

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Impulse 21 - Coffee and Regret

Impulse 20 - I’m cold

Harley lay unconscious in the Joker’s arms, shivering hot and cold throughout the night. Her fever was getting worse and J feared she wouldn't make through till morning. He had denied himself sleep, just in case the worst happened.

"Oh Harley." He whispered, with one hand cupping her face. He stared deeply into her closed eyes, wondering if he felt love towards her like she did for him. He'd never loved anyone before and he wasn't really sure what it meant or felt like, well...apart from weakness that is. But Harley was his weakness, he’d changed his life for her, because of her and there was no way he could go back now.

As the night drew to a close and dawn approached, Harley’s condition hadn’t changed as she wasn't out of the woods just yet. But her temperature had reached a consistent level. The Joker pressed the back of his had against the side of her neck and smiled to himself as her pulse thumped harder than before. Taking This as a good sign, the Joker decided to slip off to grab himself some coffee.

J hadn't seen or heard from his henchmen since the incident and right now he didn't want to, at least not yet. After everything that had happened, he didn’t want to go blind with rage, not around Harley, not when she was still in this condition.

"Harley baby, I'm just getting some coffee, don't go anywhere." He whispered, but he didn’t mean physically. Joker lent down and kissed her briefly on the lips and crept down the stairs. He pushed open the kitchen door, smiling when he saw the bullet hole that Harley had embedded onto the wooden frame. But his smile was soon wiped off his face when he saw the kitchen table covered in her blood. The floor had red smears all over it and the knife, tweezers, first aid box and cloth were also covered in it, along with the shiny metal bullet which had been thrown in the sink. The whole kitchen looked like something out of a horror movie. But that's what life with the Joker was after all.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and turned his attention to the kettle. Placing it under the tap and waiting for it to fill, he placed it on the cooker and lit the hob. J lent back on the counter and watched the rising heat cloud the base of the kettle, as he waited for it to boil.

He slipped into his own thoughts, staring at his reflection projected onto the kettle, his previously white shirt now had tiny red hand prints on it, and there was blood on his chest and neck where she had tried to hold onto him, desperately clinging to every part of his body as she tried to stay awake.

The Joker growled, tensing his neck and teeth a the images from last night flashed through his mind. Had he made a mistake? Could he of saved her if he hadn't of been so focused on Crane? He didn't think Sam was a threat, he was just a love sick pup who wanted Harley for himself. It never even occurred to J that Sam would hurt her if she rejected him.

The whistle of the kettle immediately shook him from his thoughts. He’d never regretted his decisions before so why now? He just couldn't shake the feeling that he could of prevented her from being shot, if he had just paid attention. Anger boiled over he slammed his fist onto the marble counter and advanced onto the kitchen table, tipping it over with nothing but blind fury.

The Joker stood over the destruction breathing heavily. Someone was going to pay for this and he knew just the man.

After pouring himself a drink, he walked back upstairs. He sighed at the sight of the little blonde girl wrapped up in his silk sheets, and as expected, she hadn't moved a muscle. The Joker shuffled into the bed next to her and sat upright, nursing his cup of coffee, as she watched her.

Hours had passed before she finally came round. Harley's eyes fluttered open and she gave a sharp inhale of air. Her body shuddered when she released her breath.

"Harley?” The Joker said, moving towards her and cupping her face. “It's okay baby you’re home, you’re safe." He smiled.

"J?” She blinked, tears surfacing in her big blue eyes. “I'm s-sorry." Harley whimpered, trying to lift her hand to his face but instead, she cried out in pain.

"Don't move baby." He told her firmly, placing her back down on the bed. "Can you remember what happened?"

"I remember looking at you - your eyes, and then-" Harley stuttered, all the events of last night coming back into focus. Harley attempted to lift her arm again, not caring if it hurt, but the Joker noticed her determination and quickly climbed on top of her, stopping her from moving entirely.

He kissed her firmly on the lips, sighing as he felt her return it. J pulled away gently and looked into her face. "Sam shot you Harls. He shot you in the shoulder, so I brought you back here and got the bullet out. You went to sleep after that, I didn’t think you’d make it.” He confessed, tracing his thumb across her jaw.

"Sam shot me?" Harley asked, slightly confused.

"Yes, but don't worry about that now Harls, you’re home, you’re safe and I'll find that little shit. I swear to you, he'll pay for this."

"J-" Harley said, trying to get his attention, but before she could go any further, he stopped her from speaking by placing his finger over her lips.

"You're still tired baby, why don't you sleep some more, and then when you're well rested, I'll get you something to eat." Joker suggested, smiling down at her tired blue eyes.

"But-" She protested.

"No, do as you're told Harley, you're still recovering." He snapped.

"No J, listen to me!" She shouted, wincing slightly. "When Crane pushed me...I...I managed to slip my tracker into his coat pocket. W...we can track him."

Suddenly, a huge smile spread across his face, stretching from ear-to-ear. He never thought he'd smile like that again, not after last night.

"You’re full of surprises kiddo, my resourceful little Harlequin." He muttered. His lips then found hers, slowly claiming them with every movement of his mouth. The last time they’d kissed like this, she’d nearly been ripped out from under his feet and he wasn't about to let that happen again.

"Now sleep." He grinned pulling away. Climbing off her, he walked towards the door, giving her one last look before he left.

...

The Joker raced down the corridor to his office, with a new found spring in his step. He opened up his laptop and logged onto his tracking program. J typed in the code that he had assigned to her tracker, and soon a dark blue page flashed onto the screen with a red dot pulsing against the map of the City.

Zooming in, the Joker could pin point Crane's exact location, it was an abandoned warehouse, located just a few streets away from Ace chemicals.

"Got ya!" He scribbled down the address and began writing an elaborate scheme to get his revenge. This time keeping Harley out of it.

Hours passed, and it was now noon when Harley finally woke from her slumber. Still in pain but feeling refreshed, she looked around to see the bedroom empty and her heart sank slightly. Remembering her confession of love last night, she was worried that she had scared him off, but she smiled remembering the way his face looked, how his eyes looked when he saw her wake for the first time this morning. But in truth they hadn't really known each other that long, and all the stuff she’d told Will in the club that night was true, she knew nothing about the Joker.

‘Oh Will, poor Will.’

She pulled herself into a seating position, gritting her teeth through the sharp pain. When she was finally comfortable, she started to put the pieces together from last night. Will had tried to protect her, just like her father did all those years ago. "It's my fault." She whispered, picturing his cold body on the floor, alone and lifeless. He was so young, he still had his whole life ahead of him, and he was Harley's only friend in this place and now he was dead. Harley harshly wiped tears away from her face as she sobbed.

The door slowly opened and J walked in, still wearing that devilish grin that wouldn’t leave his face. "What're all the tears about baby? We got Crane, all thanks to you!" He beamed.

"Yeah and thanks to me Will's dead!" She shouted, choking out another sob.

"Listen to me Harley, and listen good. Will was just an unfortunate accident, it's not your fault, he was just doing his job. He knew the risks." J explained, sitting down next to her.

"How can you be so emotionless about this!?" She snapped, ignoring how the Joker’s smile turned into a frown.

"Look, he was just an employee, everyone's expendable." He replied, trying not to lose his temper. He shifted his position, moving closer to her. "Why do you care so much huh?"

"Because he was my friend!" Harley snapped, but her voice soon turned to a quiet mutter. "The only friend I had in this place."

"What did you say?" He growled.

"Nothing..." She whispered. She didn't want to provoke him, especially after everything he’d done for her, but she couldn't believe his careless attitude towards life and death.

"Look all I'm saying is...Will and I had a connection and now he's dead because he tried to protect me, if I hadn't been in the way. he'd still be alive."

"Connection?" Joker asked, a tang of jealously laced in his voice.

Harley sighed at his tone. "Not like that you idiot! He told me about himself, he let me in, and that's more than you've done with me! Of course we had a connection, it seems like I know - knew more about Will than I do about you!" Harley rolled her head back to the pillow and sighed again deeply. "I don't want to fight with you anymore, it’s exhausting."

"Then don't! I think you're forgetting that I'm the Joker and if I let people get close to me, they get hurt." He explained, moving closer to her. "Will was just collateral damage, it couldn't be helped. If it wasn't him, it would of been you. It nearly was you! So I'm glad he died." He ran his hands through his green hair, which were slightly stained by her blood.

Harley turned to face him and for the first time since she woke, she noticed his blood stained face, hands, shirt and hair. His tired green eyes searched her face for a response. She met his gaze and spoke softly. "Am I expendable?"

The Joker smiled down at her. "Never." And with that, he held her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, allowing a low moan to escape her lips. And in Joker's own way, this was a close to love as he would ever get.

#my writing #the joker #harley quinn #joker fan fiction #fics #harley quinn fan fiction #jxhq #harleen quinzel

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trapmoon-vibez-blog · 7 years ago

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🗡Betrayal pt. 2 🗡

I locked my heart once again.

The once happy life I had turned into a facade.

All the pieces that we built together, fell apart so easily.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I knew I wanted him to suffer just the way I had, some may say revenge is petty but I gave him 5 years of me just so he can have a fling.I was hurt, confused and lost, J was all I thought I had but that was wrong I had people who cared about me, those who knew J would do this to me and of course I pushed them away for bad mouthing J, when all along they was right! I feel like a fool! an absolute idiot!

It took only one to infiltrate the system of what we called love, and they corrupted it.

I was a strong women but felt weakened in your bondage and web of lies.

So what is left of me?

Tears blurred your vision as you drove your car, you went to the only house that knew first hand what is was like being with the Joker, he was your childhood friend, the one you gave up just to lead a life of crime for the man you loved, the only regret you had was dragging him into your life choices and because of your selfish actions, you almost made him loss his life.Feeling guilty you cut all ties with him, till now. You felt even worst for barging back into his life but you needed someone to help you, bring you back to the strong girl you used to be, and the only one who know how to help you was Jonny Frost.

I should have known the moment I played this game of love, I was going to lose.

So why did I play in the first place? why did I get my hopes up.

When all knew the outcome, I was too blind to see.

Nothing will ever be the same, nothing will ever feel the same, nobody will ever compare to you.

You were supposed to be mine alone, I never said I wanted to share you, so why?

You finally arrived to Jonny's home, that's on the outskirts of Gotham. You parked your car and walked up to the front door, taking a deep breath you gather enough courage to knock on his door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me Jonny...It's Y/n." you croaked out, while looking down at the ground.

Jonny swung the door open in shock to see you at his door step, it's been five years since he had last seen you. "Y/n what are you doing here? is everything okay?" Jonny looked at you with worry cause he had never saw you look this broken, so something must had happened.

You looked up at Jonny's prosthetic hand and guilt hit you hard as you started to remember what caused Jonny to lose his hand in the first place, you started sobbing again, "I'm so sorry Jonny, It's all my fault! if I wasn't so selfish." Jonny embraced you barely understanding what you was saying from your crying and mumbles, he pulled you inside his home and sat you on his sofa. You hugged him even tighter as he patted your head in a comforting way "shhh, it's okay Y/n, everything will be alright." you couldn't stop bawling, your heart felt like it was shattered in pieces, you gave your absolute everything to him so why did he go back to Harley? was she that charming? or was being with you boring? why did you feel so worthless, when it wasn't even you that cheated on him?! your heart and mind was in shambles.All the questions you wanted to ask J didn't even come out of your mouth, you wanted to cuss him out, to hurt him just as much as he hurt you and kick him to the curve, but on the other hand you wanted to run back into his strong arms, hearing his honey dipped voice whispering sweet nothings to you and everything would be fine all over again but those toxic lies is what brought you to rock bottom.

Jonny's POV

After a couple of more minutes of crying Y/n finally stop but she looked even worse off then before! her face looked so lost and dazed, she didn't even look like the girl I remembered.I wanted to ask her what happened but I don't think I will be getting a response any time soon, so I took this opportunity to go to the bathroom and get the sleeping pills I had kept in the cabinet and I brought her some water with it.

"Here this will help you get some rest." she looked up at me with her blood shot red eyes and grabbed the pill, popping it in her mouth, she took a big gulp of water and laid down on the sofa "Y/n, I want you to lay on my bed." I offered but her being stubborn, she stayed on the sofa.So I went back upstairs to get her a blanket and a pillow to find her fast asleep, I guess today's events really tired her out, I carefully laid the blanket over her body and put the pillow under her head, I decided to take a sit on my recliner, cause I wasn't planning on leaving Y/n by herself while she looked so depressed. After taking in Y/n's features, I looked over at my electric clock.

5:21 AM.

I sighed and leaned my head back in the chair, no longer feeling tired, only worried.I wondered what happened? it must have be bad for her to come to me for help..I mean she avoided me for 5 years, I knew why she stop talking to me, it's cause she thought she was the blame for my hand but she's not the blame I made the conscious choice to be by her side.I let are relationship fail when she started distancing herself from me, cause I thought she would be happy with him and didn't need to be burdened by her guilt, but now that's she's back I promise I will never let her go again.

Author's note

Hey~ I wasn't planning on making this into a mini series (but since you guys did vote) , ideas came into my head and I just let my fingers do the work.I didn't want the story to go with the reader just forgiving the Joker for what he has done, I wanted to have a lot of twists in this mini series.I'm not going to lie I would've posted this two days ago but I felt it was missing something but I think it's good now.

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Joker x Harley - No One Disrespects the Queen One Shot

Ok, so this was a oneshot I did a while ago after someone gave me a request, but I've had a lot of comments asking if I'd do a Harley one.

At the moment I've basically edited it ever so slightly to just put Harley as the main character rather than 'reader' and a few tweaks - but very few alterations to the main text so it's not a 'new story' just some people might prefer it to be a Harley x Joker instead.

As the last version was this has major triggers for anyone who is anorexic and this story is only based off my own experiences and nothing else so I apologise if some people don't see it as accurate!

TRIGGERWARNING!!!!! PLS DON'T READ IF ANYTHING ABOUT ANOREXIA TRIGGERS YOU!

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Harley rolled over once more, irritably smacking away the hair that persisted in falling on her face and only adding to the suffocation of insomnia as she tossed and turned. She now faced across the bed, her eyes immediately falling on the familiar dark shape next to her, his skin so pale it was practically glowing in the dark.

An unknown time ago she might have tried to snuggle into him now – his drowsy self being his most agreeable self – generally – and so he was more likely to give into her constant want of attention and grant her the comfort of his arms. But tonight, she shifted further away from him, like she had done for a while now, pulling the duvet tighter around her cold pale shoulders.

She couldn’t remember exactly when she started removing herself from his presence, but the why was permanently etched in her mind. Every time he touched her she was disgusted with herself. His fingers wandering her skin no longer turned her on like they once had, now they screamed out all her imperfections, that roll of fat on her side she was trying desperately to get rid of, the pudgy bit of her stomach which forced her to hold her breath constantly to not see it, the persistent fold under her arms that she just wished she could take a knife to and cut out.

Even just a hug made her acutely aware of all these flaws and she couldn’t how J – the man who seemed to know and see everything that went on – could possibly miss feeling these same problem areas. He would get rid of her for sure – she was perfect enough. And that was what J deserved. Absolute perfection.

Which was not her.

So why was she her? Why did she think she was good enough to lie with him in his huge queen-size bed in his penthouse?

She couldn’t place it and, not for the first time, she thought about leaving. Leaving before he made her leave – or killed her. Because he would. He would realise eventually that he didn’t need her. Didn’t want her. That he could do better.

She could feel herself getting worked up as she lay there in the dark. The hot burning in her eyes of angry tears. She bet he already had another girl. That was why he felt it was ok to keep her around. J could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for just one? He wouldn’t.

The minute she had started on this path of thought the voices in her head had soon grabbed controlled, pulling her mind deeper into the depressing hole of self-doubt. That’s right. They crowed in her ear, you need to be better. They were right. She did need to be better. Do better. Otherwise she’d lose her puddin’ forever. She could practically feel herself gaining weight as she lay there.

She sat up quickly, her head spinning from the quick movement. She tried to bounce out of bed, but she couldn’t find the energy, instead just sliding herself across the sheets. Suddenly, she felt a strong, muscular arm wrap around her waist and pull her backwards.

Her collided with the Joker’s solid bare chest, “Where do you think you’re going, doll?” Came the sleepy growl in her ear.

She didn’t want to look at him. If she did she wouldn’t want to leave. Those blue eyes would catch her. “I – I can’t sleep.” She muttered, pulling weakly at his restraint, all her muscles aching from the effort. The voices in her head were louder now Demanding. She needed to be up and on her feet or else she was lazy. Failing.

The self-hatred fuelled her and she could ignore the ache, pulling more violently against J’s arm and writhing under his grip till he released her. She was jumped up and out of bed energetically, landing on her feet, her legs almost immediately complaining under her weight, any energy she had, now completely spent. But she ignored it. She was used to the aches and pains by now. They were normal in her mind. Everyone must feel like she did. There was nothing else.

Movement caught the eye and she turned to see J moving to get out of bed. “Puddin’!” She whined at him “Noooo.” She pouted, leaning over to press her cold hand to his solid chest. “You need ya’ sleep.”

“So do you, doll.” He grumbled. She looked at him properly now, though she knew she shouldn’t she could help but admire him. Hi green hair - usual so neatly styled – was dishevelled, rouge strands falling forward and framing his face, his pallor skin, tight over his sharp cheekbones, the rings under his eyes still dark and the eyes themselves their clear blue, though slightly clouded with sleep.

He was beautiful in his own way, she thought, admiring every inch of him. To some people his appearance was terrifying, few others found in almost intoxicating. I was one of those. The vibrant red lips were addictive, his carved muscles drew her touch and his eyes captivated her.

And that’s where she found herself lost now, revelling in his perfection. The voices soon invaded though. How could she compare? How could she hold her puddin’? She was nothing compared to him – body and brains.

“I went’a bed early.” She lied when she noticed he was still her as she stared, lost in him. Her eyes pleaded with him hard, the classic puppy eyes which she knew he found too annoying to ignore. “I’m fine, puddin’! Just ‘cause I can’t sleep doesn’t me you shouldn’t!” She reasoned and he just stared back, something calculating behind his eyes – eyes that penetrated her own and made her sure he could see through her white lie.

But then J dropped back down onto the bed, turning over so his back was to her. She felt the gesture like a well-aimed punch to her chest, but she knew the fight was over. He was letting her go. She headed out the room silently, before he changed his mind.

Harley wandered around the penthouse aimlessly, not having any motivation or energy to move faster, and not sure what to do with herself. She got bored enough as it was during the day, but all these extra hours made it even more difficult to keep herself entertained.

She vaguely remembered a time when it wasn’t like this, when her days were full and she felt she was living for something. But nothing appealed to her anymore. She couldn’t even stand to be around J much anymore, not when she felt he was always watching her, picking out all her flaws and, most likely, with another woman most of the time.

Harley wandered past her gun which was sat on the glass table in the corridor. She picked it up, admiring the personalised design. J had got it for her back when they had first met, when she had committed herself to him. She soon found herself soon putting the gun back down. She didn’t want to think about J at the moment. It hurt that she wasn’t good enough for him anymore.

She wandered into the main living room area, noticing her baseball bat was still sat by the sofa where she had left it ages ago. She eyed it for a moment but decided against moving it. She couldn’t be bothered.

She never could.

She kept walking, moving round the sofa to stand with it behind her, ready for her to fall back onto the plush, expensive cushions. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Her feet protested underneath her, but she ignored it, bending for the remote and the screen flickering to life. The TV was already on the right channel, but she flicked through the options mindlessly anyway until she settled on the original programme.

So, Harley continued to stand there, refusing to give into her limbs and collapse onto the chair behind her, even pacing to prevent the urge, as she watched the cupcake competition currently playing on the huge flat screen in front of her.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but when she glanced out the window, the sun was fully visible in the sky now, though still low and only visible due to her high position in the penthouse, towering above or alongside the other skyscrapers. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, wondering if she had stood long enough to earn the right to sit down.

Probably not.

She needed to move then.

She left the TV playing, blind to the noise now her mind was focused elsewhere. She moved to the kitchen, flicking the switch so the room filled with harsh, almost clinical, lighting.

Almost robotically she reached around the kitchen, digging out the stuff she needed. She would bake. She loved to cook recently – baking especially. It was one of the few things that held her attention nowadays. J hadn’t been thrilled at the start. Harley wasn’t the best cook, and she wasn’t a tidy one either, the kitchen always ending up coated in flour or baking mixture. She also hated cleaning so often left the room filthy, wandering off for someone else to have to deal with it.

But she did it so much now that she was slowly improving. After J had been brave enough to be persuaded to try a cookie again even he had to admit she’d got better – hell, he hadn’t even grimaced at the flavour for once.

Now she loved to bake him cookies and cupcakes which he couldn’t resist thanks to her discovery of his sweet tooth. He grumbled about the fact that everything was shaped in hearts, was usually pink and often had ‘puddin’ written over them, but that never stopped him eating most of them – the rest soon vanishing when some of the henchmen came to pick up their orders.

And so, Harley spent the early hours of the morning filling the penthouse full of the sweet smell of sugar and cinnamon until the clock told her it was exactly 8am. She finished what she was doing and finally allowed herself to eat something, though her stomach had clawed at her for attention since she had woken up. She turned to the marble island in the centre of the kitchen, seeking out the fruit bowl. An apple. She grabbed it and went to work, cutting it into the finest slices she could manage and then weighing it on the set of scales – after wiping it down to ensure there couldn’t be a trace of anything left on it from her recent baking session.

50g. That was 26 calories. She knew that.

She took a small handful of slices from the scale. 42g. Good. She was safe that the scales couldn’t lie to her. It was definitely 50gs worth of calories or less.

She mentally noted the calories down in her mind. Breakfast sorted. 26 calories – or less.

Harley munched on the apple, trying to eat slowly, glad she had cut the apple up so thinly. A trick to making her feel like she was eating more than she was.

She felt herself shiver even though the room was still hot from the heat the oven emitted. She really wanted a hot drink – she craved coffee and the could practically smell the beans that J often brewed, which were stored on the other side of the room. But she didn’t make herself a coffee. She couldn’t afford the calories – all 2-9 of them (depending on who you asked – 18 in Harley’s book because that was the highest she had found when she had searched it one day).

She shifted her weight on her feet, refusing to sit on the stools next to her. She wished she didn’t always wake up so early. If she got up later there was less time in the day to be hungry, if she managed to sleep later, she could eat later, then she would get hungry later and might even be able to skip lunch.

All too soon she had demolished her pathetic pile of apple and she considered what to do next as she scrutinized the cupcakes that sat cooling on the side. Today was technically her day off training – but that didn’t mean it was her day off exercise.

She slipped back into the bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes, quickly changing and pulling a jumper over her goosebump riddled arms. It was July. Must be global warming or something, she thought to herself.

Harley then took their private elevator down to the ground floor. She received a few weird looks on the way out of the building but, on recognising who she was, they kept that traps shut and their gaze diverted. Business men rushed past her, late for meetings or something, and one person even collided with her. Before she might have turned on him and taught the thug a few lessons none too kindly, but right now she couldn’t be bothered. A small snarl in his direction was enough for him to realise who he had hit and he had turned tailed and legged it anyway.

She stepped out into the early morning wind that wound its way down the street and hugged her arms to herself tightly. She would just go for a walk. That was all. She headed off – into the wind so she could fight against the gusts for the maximum calorie burn.

She was going for a walk, but she soon found herself running. She couldn’t help it. The voices taunted her that she could be doing more, making excuses that it would make her better and her reasonable voice even added that it might warm her up.

She ran till she couldn’t breathe anymore, choking in exhaustion and then walked to catch her breath before continuing on. She didn’t pay attention to the people around her, most not even paying attention to her. After all, she didn’t look like herself. Nothing about her screamed Harley Quinn. She didn’t want to attract attention to herself anymore. She was too ashamed of herself.

She ran a large loop that ended back at the penthouse and took a good hour - An hour and ten to be precise. New record. And one she would have to match or beat next time. She could never allow herself to do less than a previous run – that wasn’t trying hard enough to the voices.

She walked without thinking back into the bedroom, only realising as she headed to the bathroom that the bed was empty. J must be up and working, she wondered if he’d found the cakes.

Soon the sound of water hitting the shower floor filled the huge luxurious bathroom. She undressed, having to pause for a moment when she felt a wave of light-headedness wash over her. She perched on the side of the large bath tub, eventually allowing herself to slip off and sink to the tiled floor, her knees folded into her chest and her head in her hands as she tried to breathe evenly, momentarily terrified something bad was happening to her.

She tried to breathe evenly, waiting for her head to feel clearer, a small part of her worried if she had been overdoing it recently, but that was quickly quashed down and, after a few moments, I felt steady enough to push myself wearily to my feet.

Standing upright made her feel woozy again but she persevered anyway, slipping into the shower and moving slowly until she felt a bit better – though it was probably the speed she always moved. Everything she did was now was slow. But everyone had days like that right? She thought, when you didn’t have the energy or motivation to move any faster than one slow pace. That was just life – she just happen to do it a lot lately. But was it really slow after all – was she just being silly?

She stood pondering this as she let the hot water fall around her. Suddenly hard, cold arms wrapped around stomach. She flinched at the cool contact on an area she felt so sensitive about, gasping in surprise, at the cold.

“Jeez, doll, this water is boiling.” Came the familiar growl behind her and she spun around to come face to face with J, still fully clothed, behind me.

“What are you doin’ puddin’?” She asked in disbelief, staring at J’s shirt which hung open as though he had been in the middle of getting dressed, the water now soaking into the sleeves.

“Trying to see if my little kitten wanted to get hot in a different way” He purred, teasingly pulling her towards him “Other than pouring lava on her skin.” He growled, his hands trailing over her skin and making goose bumps erupt across her skin in a non-sexual way. She shivered.

“Ooo doll, do that again.” J purred, pulling her closer so she was pressed against his muscular chest, his cold skin and damp shirt, seeming to pull the heat from her body.

“Puddin’, no…” Harley whined, pushing away from him and stepping back under the powerful shower, hugging her arms to myself and embracing the heat that washed over her.

“Excuse me, doll?” Asked J incredulously, his grin dropping and his eyes becoming dark – like they did when anyone refused him something.

“I’m sorry, puddin!” Harley apologised quickly, but still backing away as far as she could under the water – she hated disappointing him and knew the wrath that lay under his cool exterior. “I’m just not in the mood.”

He ignored her apology and left in a huff, leaving her alone, and feeling even colder, in the shower.

Harley didn’t clash with J for the rest of the day – mostly because J had left the penthouse after the shower event and, when he came back, he shut himself away like usual in his office.

The relative peace only lasted till that evening however, when J told Harley they were going to the club that night.

“No thanks, puddin’.” Harley had dismissed, giving her familiar answer as she lounged on the sofa (her first sit down in over 4 hours).

He frowned, his eyes darkening immediately again. He didn’t say anything in reply but he didn’t move either. Harley had expected a slightly annoyed answer and then leave – maybe in a huff, but she didn’t have the energy to care. When J didn’t do anything however, she turned her head to look at him, frowning in question.

“It wasn’t a request this time, doll.” J growled in warning.

Harley’s eyes widened slightly, surprised his anger. What he forcing her to go out with him? “I don’t want to go, puddin’.” She whined, but she tried to put some firmness behind it.

“I don’t care what you want, doll.” He purred dangerously.

That hurt.

“You can’t force me to go out with you, J.” Harley told him, but her voice faltered slightly under his gaze and she could feel her pulse rising under her skin. He was beginning to scare her.

“Kitten,” He warned, “you’re pushing me and I’m not sure you want to.” There was no smile on his face, his lips pressed into a thin line and his eyes fierce.

She was becoming scared now. Was this it? Was he finally going to get rid of her? Had he finally become sick of all of her flaws?

She hated letting J down by not wanting to go with him - she hadn’t been to the club in over a month now, but J went nearly every night to one or another of his businesses - but she was tired, both physically and mentally. The voices in her head seemed confused too - if Harley went to the club then all the movement would burn more calories than just staying here, but she was exhausted and the idea of trying to make it through the whole night trying to look alive and alert wasn’t appealing to her.

She watched J warily. She wasn’t sure what to say to him now, he was still frightening her and she was scared to push him any further and she wasn’t sure what she could say to placate him. All that was running through her head at the moment were her usual excuses as to why she didn’t want to go – too tired, she didn’t even drink, he didn’t need her there. But she knew J didn’t care about her excuses.

She couldn’t meet his eyes anymore, keeping her gaze down. He could still feel his eyes glaring darkly at her and - if she looked at him now - she was sure she would see the anger darkening his eyes to a stormy blue.

When the silence between them became too much, Harley had to look up at him just to try to gage what he was feeling. It was worse than she thought and she was worried what she was seeing was not truly anger, but hurt, as though he was in some sort of pain.

That sight burned her. Broke her. She had to look away, concentrating instead, back onto the thick carpet under her socks, tracing the pattern with her eyes.

“I’m sorry, puddin’” She mumbled at the floor.

“You’re sorry?” He whined, mimicking her cruelly. “You’re sorry?“ he asked again. “Your apologies are like cheesy pop songs doll, they just keep playing till people are sick of them!” He sneered.

She didn’t know what to say to that - clearly an apology wouldn’t be right - so she continued to stare at the floor. It was comfier like this. She liked the fact her neck hung loose, no energy needed to hold it up. She liked the fact she was collapsed on the sofa, all day she wished she could have done it.

“Look at you.” he snarled venomously, gesturing to her as she sat - probably looking like a rejected puppet collapsed against the arm of the sofa and lost amongst the many layers of baggy jumpers and hoodies she wore, "pathetic.”

“You’re weak.” He spat, “No spark, no flare, no energy. What is the use of you anymore?” he demanded.

Harley shook her head at the carpet, each word stabbing and shooting through her painfully like he was firing the weapons she knew were in his pockets. What was the point in her? What was her use anymore? She could feel the hot tears forming in her eyes and she tried to hold back the tide that now threatened to overwhelm, covering her face with her hands as if somehow that might help to hold it all back.

“Pathetic.” J snarled again before he spun around and stormed out of the room, leaving Harley curled into the sofa, no longer able to hold back the emotions. She let out a single hiccupping sob and that just triggered everything else to come pouring out until she was blubbering into the expensive sofa arm.

Shortly afterwards she heard the roar of an engine from the direction of the window and the screech of a wheel that told her that J had left, and new, more intense sobs racked her body until she was gripping fists of her hair and pulling them in misery and frustration.

She went to bed early that night, unable to concentrate on anything but on how low she was feeling. How nothing was right. How she was starving and wanted food. How she was in pain and hated her workouts, dreaded them every day. How she hated that she hurt people around her – especially J. She didn’t blame him for going off on her, everything he said had been true. She was weak, she was pathetic.

With all these things replaying in her head, she slept fitfully that night – never seeming to manage for than 30 minutes before she was awoken by her own mind.

That was why - when the Joker finally returned to the suite at 4am the following morning – Harley was lying awake. Hungry, thirsty, depressed and stressed, yet too exhausted to anything about any of these things, she just lay staring up at the ceiling in the dark.

When she heard the front door open she knew it would have to be him – security was tight around here, very tight. Not even a henchman was allowed up here if J wasn’t around. None the less she automatically panicked, her every sense focused on his movements through the pent house as she tried to detect when he was getting close to the room.

After a few long agonising minutes, the hallway light was switched on illuminating the outline of the door directly in front of her. She heard the door open and a crack of light enlarged as the bedroom door opened to reveal J’s dark shadow in the doorway. Harley blinked at the sudden brightness that filled the room.

The silence between us stretched on. She didn’t move and neither did J.

She could have pretended to sleep. Delayed the conversation, maybe even removed the chance to have it.

But she was tired, achy, depressed and starving.

“Help me.” She whimpered into the dark, too exhausted to cry, but still feeling the stinging feeling in her eye.

She thought J’s shadow would leave her then. Turn and walk away from the pitiful girl lying on the bed, unable to find anything within her to even sit up. All she did was wait for the shadow to leave the doorway and for the sound of receding footsteps.

But they didn’t.

The shadow moved, but not away. It came into the room, J’s steps softened by the thick carpet underfoot. Harley closed her eyes, no longer sure she wanted to do this now.

The next thing she knew she was being scooped up by strong arms and pulled upright with very little effort until she was cradled in his arms. His chest was hard and cold, but she found it comforting and solid and she didn’t care that she was shivering.

“I thought you would have left.” He murmured so quietly she almost couldn’t hear.

She shook her head – hard as it was to do when she was pressed so tightly to his chest.

“The one time, kitten, that the I’m glad you’re not like you use to be.” He said, and Harley pulled her head up to look him in the eyes, frowning with confusion.

“The old you would never had let me get away with the shit I said to you, doll. You would have up and left whilst preaching about some right you had or something.” He chuckled quietly to himself. Harley just cuddled back into his solid chest, showing him in her own silent way that she had no intention to leave. His arms tightened around her even more.

They stayed like that in silence for a while, happy to be in each-others company. It was what she had always wanted between them – for him to slow down for a moment, and she guessed she needed to as well. It was a rare kind of sincerity with the Joker.

“I just want to be perfect for you J.” She finally admitted, lifting her head slightly so she could speak.

He didn’t say anything and she had to wonder if he heard me. She buried her face back once more into his chest, embarrassed for confessing something so personal when he didn’t even care to listen.

“You think I would waste my time on someone who wasn’t already perfect?” He asked, and she felt the vibration of his voice through his chest, it comforted her.

She pulled herself away from him again so she could look up at his face, “But you’re always around all those pretty girls at the club – I’m nothing like them.” Harley pointed out.

“You don’t think I know that, doll?” He demanded with a frown and she let her head drop – he was annoyed that she wasn’t like them then. “I’m glad you’re not, doll.” He said, surprising her, “I’ve been around those sorts of girls for a very long time and none of them have ever come home with me.” He told me, “The first night I saw you I made sure you did.” There was another pause of silence, both of them lost in their own minds. “That was a long time ago though.” J reminisced, “A time when you looked very different.”

“But why - ?” She pressed, confused by what he was saying – it didn’t make sense to her.

“Because doll, I chose you for more than you’re looks – which I hasten to add are more than adequate!” He said hotly, as though annoyed at her continual denial of this, “And I’ll be sure to correct you when you say otherwise.” He added. “But doll, the first thing I saw with you wasn’t your killer dress or your murderous curves,” He purred teasingly, running his hands up her body, still holding her upright in bed, and she squirmed under his touch, uncharacteristically trying to hold back giggles, “It was your personality, your humour, your energy. All of which you are now severely lacking in, kitten.” He pointed out.

At these last words, any happiness she had built from being curled up with him, crumbled. “I’m a failure.” She blubbered, feeling herself close to sobbing again.

“You’re not a failure doll,” J said, almost softly, though there was firmness to his voice, “I’m afraid you’re just sane.” He said solemnly, “It’s a terrible disease that grips you – it makes you care too much, it makes you gullible, it makes you greedy for something better and never content to revel in the present.” He rattled off passionately. He switched his arm placement so he supported her with only one arm, the other he brought up to her face and tenderly wiped away the tears on her cheeks, “It’s a terrible disease,” He repeated, “It always makes you look for the reason to cry, not to laugh.” He added with a sad smile that she could just make out in the poor lighting.

Harley gave him a weak smile in return, probably looking a state even in the darkness, and her smile dropped again at the thought. J must have noticed because he moved his hand from her cheek to her chin, tilting her face up so she looked at him in the eye. “That why I’m here though, doll.” He said with a small smile, “I’m the opposite of you, you’re my sanity doll, and I’m your crazy.” He purred lowly, tilting her face more and pulling her up as he leant down and he kissed her.

“I’ll help you.” He promised, “No one disrespects my Queen, especially not the Queen herself.”

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