This is a one-shot, part of this fic collection. The one-shots have no connection to each other. They will be either from Jonny Frost's point of view, or Joker and Harley's. The POV might vary. Various themes. Set in Suicide Squad.

Whistle

Make 'em whistle like a missile bomb
Every time I show up, blow up
Whistle, whistle, whistle (can you hear that?)
- Whistle, Blackpink

Jonny Frost was the type of man who just followed orders and never asked any questions. It was necessary when working for the most psychotic criminal in town. He was content with the status quo; no questions asked and he kept his head attached to his body.

But the moment the boss stopped him from killing the ex-psychiatrist during his big break out, something changed. A female clown had joined the insane party.

At first Frost thought she was just one of the boss' disposable toys, but the crazy chick seemed to be more resistant than that. Working as the Joker's right hand, he soon became uncomfortably aware of just how non-disposable she was.

Harley Quinn was the untouchable, the queen of the Clown Empire. And was she crazy, alright. Frost didn't blame her after seeing 450 volts turning her brain into pudding – which became her favorite word. He honestly never thought she would be able to stick around in the shifting minefield surrounding her, but she knew exactly how to move. Nothing could get rid of her, and no one tried and lived to tell the story. The boss suddenly had a weakness, and that weakness was a hell of a lioness.

The first time Frost saw her in full action, he was surprised. After living with the Joker for quite a while, he thought nothing could move him anymore – he had seen just about anything, including a man wearing a goat head mask and a marble crucifix walk into a slaughterhouse and returning with a couple of skinned humans.

Still she never ceased to surprise him.

Skipping away from the tall building, Harley approached the tied up hostages in front of her. The CEO and executives were sweating in their tailor-made suits, sitting with their backs against a dusty brick wall. Frost was holding his gun to the Chief Executive's head, effectively keeping all six men in check.

He knew he was an unnecessary presence. Frost's actual mission was to cover the queen at all times, but she could handle herself just fine. She had brought the corporation executives out of their business meeting on the tenth floor and down to the street before Frost even had time to call in the henchmen. With her bat she could beat anyone's brains out and she did it gracefully.

Harley swung the bloody weapon around nonchalantly. She flashed them a bright, toothy smile. "Hi boys!"

Frost shifted a bit uncomfortably.

"Nice of you to join us! Be patient while Puddin' fixes the rest…" She spun around like a ballerina in her pink tutu, her brightly dyed hair flowing around her. She made an acrobatic skip and landed steadily on her feet.

Frost tried to keep his gaze away from her; The Joker had made it painfully clear he didn't want to share anything about her, but she was just too hard to ignore. She broke through to anyone, her presence ever so presumptuous.

Harley leaned down to the trembling CEO and handed him a small cell phone as she stroked his silk tie.

"Hurry up and make your call. Puddin' likes your company, but we can't hang out with you all day," she giggled. "Remember you've got 150 nice little friends waiting for you in there," she pointed at the large building. "Who needs staff anyway?"

The man quickly started pushing the buttons with shaking fingers. Frost pressed his gun tighter to his head, but he knew he wasn't allowed to spoil the fun for her.

Harley turned around as she saw the Joker strolling casually towards her, not a stain on his purple alligator coat, a remote in his hand. Three masked henchmen with machine guns followed closely behind him. The enormous building behind them looked dull and grey from the outside, but the inside was painted red by now.

"Puddin'!" she exclaimed and skipped towards him, always graceful in her high heels, throwing her arms around his neck. She winked at him and he responded with a wide, metallic grin. They had those moments where they just forgot all about the mass annihilation they had planned and stared into each other's eyes like any sane couple. Frost suddenly felt extremely misplaced, and he was sure the costumed henchmen felt the same. Luckily for them, their discomfort was well hidden behind their ridiculous animal costumes.

Frost looked away awkwardly as they had their intimate moment. Instead he turned his attention to the man below him, who just finished his call with a shaky sigh.

The Joker stepped closer, flanked by Harley. He smiled at their captives. "A little bird told me the transaction is complete."

The CEO nodded nervously, sweat flooding down his face. "Four billion dollars, as promised. Now let us go and we'll forget all about this, alright?"

The Joker patted Harley's shoulder approvingly. "You really are a little monster."

She beamed with pride. "I'm your monster," she giggled and blew a bubble of her gum.

The man swallowed hard. "We'll come up with a cover story, I'll have it arranged. J-J-Just let my staff go."

The Joker took up his phone and checked the transaction. His grin widened, still looking at the screen. "Now that is going to be a problem, Mr Johnson. They will have to look for a new workplace, this one's looking a bit dusty. Don't you think?"

"W-what?"

The Joker made a dramatic gesture towards it, his metallic teeth glimmering ominously. "Oh, you'll see."

The henchmen headed for the car and Frost knew his employer enough to realize that he had a few seconds to get out of the way. He withdrew his gun and followed them, still watching his boss.

The Joker moved away too, still grinning at the men. He made a theatrical bow. "If you excuse me, gentlemen…"

Harley blew a kiss at the CEO. "I wish I could have stayed longer, you're actually cute. You like me, don't you?" she cooed. "I like it when guys whistle at me."

She put a sharp, pink nail to her chin and pretended to think. A delighted smile suddenly lit up her face.

"Do you hear that?

The loud, whistling sound of a missile made his eyes widen a second before the enormous crash. The corporation building crumbled fast; grey concrete pillars tumbling down onto the street as the ground shook. An enormous layer of dust and dirt spread in the air as the building behind the tied up men collapsed, trapping them in the inferno. Another ear-splitting whistle was heard. The chaos spread and mixed with screams as the fifteen-story building fell above them.

Harley was already in the car with the rest of them, the Joker pushing her in as Frost drove them to safety. Still, he knew they liked to watch the show, and took a turn so they could admire their work.

The cars parked on the streets were flattened like pancakes. Concrete and stone scattered on the sidewalk where people ran for their lives and sirens went off in the distance.

Harley laughed heartily and clapped her hands as the buildings fell like houses of cards, one after another, leveling the business district to the ground.

"I just love missiles," she exclaimed. "Aren't they fun, Puddin'?"

The Joker rolled his eyes, an amused smile spreading on his face. "Nothing makes me more excited than some good ol' whistlin'."

And just like that she climbed onto his lap in the backseat of the car, grinding her body against him. They kissed roughly, excited after a well-done heist. Frost knew his place and kept his gaze firmly trained on the dusty street in front of him as he sped up and zigzagged between approaching cars. The three henchmen in the back of the van were just trying to ignore them, knowing their own good.

Life had been so much more explosive since the blonde freak had come along, but Frost couldn't deny that her craziness complemented the boss' in an obvious way. Harley Quinn was totally out of control, unpredictable in a way that even got The Joker puzzled sometimes. Still, that was what his Boss liked, and Frost had figured he better get used to her drilling presence.

She was nowadays doing some parts of Frost's job, and she even made it easier sometimes – except when she got herself in trouble and he had to go to extreme lengths to make sure not an inch of her skin was scratched. The Joker had decided to hold him responsible for backing up his crazy girlfriend at all times – a task that was as impossible as it was meaningless. The woman was looking for trouble, she seemed to get off from danger.

Frost took a sharp left to avoid a frontal crash with a police car, making them tumble around in the backseat. Harley giggled excitedly: "Police chase! Police chase!"

The Joker glared at Frost in the rear view mirror. "Turn back," he commanded.

He did as he was told; hoping Boss' honeymoon phase would pass soon enough. The Joker did whatever the crazy chick asked of him, and so everyone else who worked for him did. She owned the entire world.

"Pedal to the metal," Harley Quinn ordered, sitting up in the Joker's lap and nibbling at his earlobe. He purred at her as he reached for his gun, to make Frost obey faster.

Sometimes he wished he had chosen another career.

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