Let Fire Reign
Rated M for Mature. Read at your own risk.
Summary: Harley Quinn has been freed from Belle Reve by her beloved Joker. Take a peek inside her twisted head and at her complex relationship with the Clown King of Gotham as they plot their revenge against the Batman. It's a world built on mental illness, drugs, and a pingpong game of psychological torture between the king and queen and it only gets better and better.
Disclaimer: I do not own Suicide Squad.
A/N: Being mentally ill myself, I know a lot about what Harley and the Joker go through. I'm writing the story a from psychological standpoint that crosses over the Harley's relationship to the Joker with the one in the comics. For those of you wondering, I do not view Harley as a 100% innocent victim because I don't believe it fits her psychological profile. I do, personally, believe that she instigates some of the Joker's abuse towards her. If this bothers you, I suggest you avoid this fanfiction. Otherwise, read on.
01
"Will you live for me?"
The sound of the Joker's voice washed over Harley, sending shivers down her spine as waves of emotion crashed down on her. Her brain was still numb from the fun they had had earlier. She couldn't think properly or even fight off the New Jersey accent she'd tried so hard to drop when she first came to Gotham. Still, though, she was trembling with excitement.
And fear.
It wasn't fear of him. Harley could never be afraid of him. He was such a beautiful person. Why couldn't other people see that he just wanted to be loved and respected like everyone else?
No.
"Yes," Harley said, turning away from the Joker so that she stood with her back to the vat chemicals, waiting for her below.
What she was afraid was being with him. Because he represented greatness, and greatness - and fear? A more sensible part of her wondered. Greatness was a weapon that Harley had yet to wield. What would she do with it once she had it? What would she do with him - for him? The answer, everything and anything.
And that answer terrified her.
This was her last sane thought as a grin spread across the Joker's ruby red lips. He reached out and pushed her off the catwalk, laughing. Instinctively, Harley reached out for him as she fell and this made him laugh even harder, she saw. Then she broke the surface of the chemicals.
Before she could even register that she drowning, she had sunk to the bottom of the vat. The chemicals that flooded her lungs were so thick and heavy that they weighed her down. She couldn't even thrash about try as she might. Then she felt something - a hand, warm and soft, wrapping around her own.
When Harley looked up, she was standing in the door of a helicopter hovering over Gotham City. Her orange prison jumpsuit was gone. Instead she was dressed in a checked black-and-white corset over leather shorts with white back pockets and red fishnet stockings. Harley stared in awe at the Gotham skyline. "What am I doing here?"
"What's the matter, darlin?" a voice came from behind her. "Freedom not doing it for you? I can help with that."
She gasped as she spun around to face him, her love. "Puddin!" she beamed.
"Happy to see me?" the Joker asked her, grinning. He loved how tightly she was wrapped around his finger - like a noose.
"When aren't I?" Harley giggled, clinging to him. "Thanks to you, I'm as free a bird and you probably taste as good as a chicken potpie." She leaned forward on her tiptoes and dragged her tongue down and across his lips.
A deep, animalistic growl escaped from the back of his throat. Then Joker parted his lips, allowing Harley the entrance she so hungrily desired. He wrapped his around her waist and slid it into her back pocket.
"Ahem," a man coughed quietly, uncomfortably.
BANG!
The Joker stared down the barrel of Harley's ivory-plated .22 with the word "Love" glaring back at him. Directly in front of him sat his panda-clad henchmen, who was now close to death and gurgling faintly. The Joker smiled down at Harley. "He was such a boner killer."
"I can fix that, puddin," Harley promised, grinning. She spun him around and pushed him onto the panda. Then she fiddle with his buckle as she sank to her knees. She purred like a kitten when she felt his hands in her hair.
