For those who haven't seen the movie, this story contains minimal spoilers.
It's actually based off a deleted scene that I read about. I saw Suicide Squad today and I hated it. I only liked the Joker and Harley Quinn, but I wished they showed more of the dark side to their relationship. This story may be a one-shot. Or I may talk more about the history of Harley and the Joker. It depends on the reception. Obviously, this is Leto's Joker. I liked it despite the terrible script and cheesy bits. He is super modernized and stylistic which I think is what the Joker needs in 2016. Also, I have never read the comics.
Last, this is a quick and dirty story I wrote tonight when I couldn't sleep. I haven't written in a while, but I would love to hear opinions.
Harley felt like she was dreaming as she climbed up the rope of the helicopter and caught a glimpse of him. First, she saw his imported Italian leather shoes connected to tailored black pants. Eventually, she came across his lean torso and broad shoulders engulfed in an expertly tailored tux. Almost none of his tattoos were visible. He almost seemed out of place on that helicopter, but when Harley saw his bright green hair and the shine of his grill, she knew it was her Puddin'.
She propelled herself upward even faster and leaped up onto the platform with an acrobatic flare. The night had been a series of ups and downs. She was released from jail, but controlled like an animal through a microchip. She got new clothes, but she couldn't show them off to Mr. Jay. Then again, she did get to kill people (or what were once people) and get away from that creepy prison guard. As Harley looked upon her lover, she decided that tonight was the most spectacular night she'd had in months.
Mr. Jay looked like a Angel, a Fallen Angel. He was tall, lean and eerily striking. His hair was the color of fresh grown grass and, he had a tattoo that said "Damaged" on his pale powdered forehead. Still, he looked dapper as ever in a designer tux tailored to his wiry body. He always dressed in nice suits, but this tux was fancier than usual. Harley's smile grew even bigger as she thought about him putting in more effort just for her.
"Hi Puddin', did you get all dressed up for me?" she squealed cheerfully. She approached him slowly despite her excitement, careful to wait for his invitation to get even closer. She was happy to see him, but she knew better. She had learned that the hard way.
"Hey Princess, I had to wear something special for our little reunion," he cooed with a grin. It was a smile Harley had never seen before. It was uncharacteristically warm and genuine, almost like he really loved her in the way she wanted. Even though Harley was missing a few screws, she still felt the uneven distribution of affection in their relationship. Harley was completely infatuated with him. She would die for him. The Joker cared for Harley the way one would for a pet. He assumed complete control and domination of her. He corrected her when she fell in line. She was his, but he was not hers. The Clown Prince reached out his hand and Harley took it with a squeal as she hugged him. His broad shoulders enveloped her tiny frame as she took in the deep scent of lavender.
"Thank you baby for deactivating that thing out of my neck. I love you so much," she mumbled into his neck, leaving a trail of kisses. He kissed her forehead and she breathed him in. She felt like the luckiest girl at that moment. Her hands ran up and town his torso reveling in the familiarity of his body. She felt his hand at the small of her back. Her Puddin' was being so sweet. She cried just a little bit thinking that her time with Griggsat Belle Reves Penitentiary was worth this moment. She never wanted to leave his arms.
Mr. Jay's right hand man, Frost, approached, careful not to touch him. "Sir, I think we should -," the tall man began cautiously. One of the Joker's arms left Harley's side and reached into his jacket. "Shut up," he barked pointing the gun at Frost. Harley stared at the gun and Frost's terrified face with a smile. Nothing turned her on more than watching her baby assert his power. The clown's grip on her ass tightened. She could feel the tension in his body. "We are having a fucking moment". Harley watched his henchman back away. Finally, she looked at her Puddin' deep into his powder blue eyes with her makeup smeared face. She honestly didn't feel worthy to be in the same vicinity of such power. Apparently, he didn't think so either.
Looking back at her was not Puddin', but the Joker. His eyes grew even colder and his grin was replaced by a snarl. He never put his gun back in the holster. "What the fuck are you doing, you bitch? You are getting makeup all over this designer tux. I got it tailored just for you, you ungrateful whore," he yelled with rage. Harley felt him shove her away and her heart sank with each cutting word. A loud noise rang throughout the shaking helicopter followed by the smell of smoke. The Joker only became more frustrated as the frame shook more voilently. He stood up straight and his hands raked through his hair and Harley grew fearful of her lover. He walked closer to her a smile, but this time she backed away.
"This is your fault. We are going to die because of you," he chortled with the same sadistic smile. "I bet you lured me here on purpose didn't you?"
"No," Harley screamed through tears as he moved closer. "Puddin' I would never do that to you! It's me! I'm you're Princess! I love you!"
A pale tattooed hand grabbed Harley's throat. Although he was tall and thin, the Joker was strong. Harley thought it was the most alluring thing about him. He contained such power in such a small package. She screamed despite her restricted airway. He squeezed tighter and lifted the tiny woman off her feet. His strength wasn't as sexy when it was being used on her.
"No, Mr. Jay stop! Mr. Jay you said you wouldn't kill me! Mr. Jay, I love you so much!" Harley cried as he carried her closer to the door she entered less than ten minutes ago. She put a hand on his in an effort to calm him. The door opened and the loud wind whipped at her body as it hung outside the plane.
"Do not fucking touch me!" the Joker snarled and then he let go of Harley, plunging her into the night.
She fell straight on her back, her eyes lingering on her so-called lover for a few seconds. Eventually, she realized that the helicopter was on fire. The vigorously turning blades had started to slow as the aircraft was engulfed by flames. Harley looked at the fire. It was beautiful. The lovely orange whirlpool looked spectacular against the dark knight sky. She would of laughed and marveled more if she and Puddin' had started the fire.
Instead, Harley could only cry. As she fell, she tried to figure out why she was crying in her jumbled brain. She was sad that Puddin' was about to die. She was crying so much that she could barely see the flames of the helicopter. Another part of her wept for her lover's betrayal. She knew he was a psychopath. She had always known from the beginning. Yet, it never stopped her from loving him or trying to be loved by him. As she fell to her death, Harley's disorderly brain wondered how she ended up like this. He had never tried to kill her before.