Hello, world! I saw Suicide Squad almost a week ago and became simply mesmerized by The Joker. Jared Leto certainly gives Heath Ledger a run for his money as the best Joker! I think it would have been a much better movie had a good chunk of his scenes not been cut. Honestly, he and Harley Quinn should have had their own movie! Margot Robbie stole the show, she and Jared have sizzling on screen chemistry!

So my twisted and rich imagination decided to come up with a brand new story with something I've always wanted to do: Write about beings that are truly warped in the brain. This is going to be so much fun! I will be updating my Walking Dead and Chicago soon enough! Have faith! :)

Thank you so much to DonnaJossee, the first friend I've made in this fandom and my beta reader, along with SilverSun09 and Joshua the Terminian, my biggest fans! If you're looking for a truly hot Joker/Harley series, be sure to check out Donna's Wicked trilogy. It's to die for! Also, I finally have my OC list on my profile to use as a cross reference for when reading my stories. For Angelique's parents, I used Greg Kinnear as her father and Real Housewives of Orange County Tamra Judge as her mother. I got the idea for a car washing empire from Breaking Bad and from my own father, who originally wanted to open one. What a lot of people don't realize is that it is in fact a very lucrative business.

Enjoy and spread the word!

Chapter One: Empty Obligations

Angel: A spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe.; A person of exemplary conduct or virtue

Malice: Desire to inflict injury, harm, or suffering on another, either because of a hostile impulse or out of deep seated meanness; Evil intent on the part of a person who commits a wrongful act injurious to others.

"Thank you, Alfred." The young girl smiled as the door to a black stretch limousine was held open, getting inside.

"You're certainly welcome, madam." The elderly British gentleman smiled with a nod before closing the door, starting the car moments later and driving off.

"Did you have an enjoyable evening, my dear?"

She looked over at the man sitting next to her in a black Versace tuxedo. In his younger days, he had been considered the most handsome man in all of Gotham, next to famed newspaper reporter Clark Kent. He still was but not as much. His face was slightly weathered and tired from years of drinking and stress, along with the great tragedy those brown eyes of his held. From what she had seen, he had certainly kept his body in terrific shape, which was always a plus.

"It was lovely, thank you." She said in a low tone, looking down at her hands on her pink satin gown.

"You've been awfully quiet all evening, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

She seemed quiet by nature but more so than usual, he caught on quickly.

"There's something on your mind, isn't there?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm just tired. It was a very long evening."

"You'll feel a lot better once you tell me. Go ahead, I'm listening."

He nodded his head in encouragement, prompting her to speak the truth.

"Absolutely." Her silence changed to what appeared to be sarcasm. "I simply loved watching my fiancé drooling over Vicki Vale while I made conversation with phonies that don't even know the first thing about me other than my name and my family's net worth."

He restrained a groan before grabbing a bottle of scotch and a tumbler. "We're very old friends, that's all."

He drinks too damn much.

"It doesn't look that way." She folded her arms across her chest, knowing he was lying to her. Before she came along, he was a known womanizer, she was surprised he was apparently staying committed to her. "I'm forced to smile at these socialites and flash my canary diamond ring while you're chatting up another woman in the corner. Don't think it went unnoticed by others, but it especially did not go unnoticed by me. It hurt my feelings."

It was a weakness to show sensitivity, but she didn't care. What's the point of having feelings if you're not going to be honest about them? Then again, why was she feeling so hurt over this? They weren't in love and it was highly doubtful that they ever would be. This was a marriage of conveince in order to secure status and further wealth. What had started as one spot off in the Berkshires by her great grandfather had evolved into a lucrative car wash chain of multiple locations around the country, which is how Angelique was born a Godric heiress.

Her father, Bradford Godric III, managed to finally construct a workable flying car, which had caught the attention of Bruce Wayne despite being top secret. Bruce wanted to buy the prototype for Wayne Aerospace, the aviation branch of Wayne Enterprises, but Bradford was unwilling to budge no matter how high the offers went. Finally, they agreed on a sixty-forty split along with Angelique's hand in marriage, for her parents were eager to find a good match for her. This wasn't her first time hearing of the infamous playboy billionaire. In kindergarten, all the girls would doodle hearts and talk about who they wanted to marry, and Angelique always said Bruce Wayne, being entranced by his sophistication and comeliness at the ripe age of five years old. Who knew that she'd end up with him sixteen years later? As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for.

Now, here they were, mere months away from their wedding and the talk of the town. It was nothing more than an elaborate rouse that would benefit all parties at the end of the day. Not only was he twenty years older than her, they had nothing in common. Bruce Wayne was distant, cold, and slightly arrogant. Things were doomed from the start.

"I'm sorry you feel offended, it wasn't my intention." Bruce set down his drink and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. "It won't happen again, alright? She's nothing more than a friend."

A friend you're still holding a torch for, but beggars can't be choosers. Right now, I'll take what I can get. At least it's not Selina Kyle still, or even Pamela Isley.

Angelique smiled up at him, these moments of sincerity were so rare. "Well, when you put it like that..." She leaned over, giving his stubbled cheek a gentle kiss. When he didn't hesitate she straddled him, their lips connecting. He seemed to be enjoying it until she attempted to slip her tongue in his mouth, which was when he pushed her away.

"Angel, I can't. Not yet. Not until-"

"Our wedding night. I know, I know." She huffed out angrily. "What is it with you? Am I that hideous?"

Angelique was certainly a pretty girl, but whatever beauty she had went unacknowledged more times than not. How about a new hair color? Some contacts? Maybe a little work done? It's not too late. Those were the comments she constantly heard and she didn't care to look into anything. Her strawberry blonde hair went a little past her shoulders, her cornflower blue eyes were wide set, and she was thin but was merely a B cup. Insecurity was part of the reason why she didn't go out unless socially obligated or badgered by her parents.

We all can't look like the great Naomi Millicent-Godric.

Bruce shook his head. "Not at all. I think you're beautiful."

"Is it because I'm a virgin? If this were during the Renaissance days, that would be a huge plus."

"No, it's not. That's quite admirable, actually."

"Then what is it? Why won't you let me in, Bruce?"

Except they both knew the answer. When she was a little girl, Bruce had married his childhood friend Rachel Dawes, ADA to Gotham's district attorney Harvey Dent. Rumor has it that there had been some kind of love triangle between her and the two men, but that she ultimately chose Bruce. They had a happy marriage until Rachel was kidnapped and unexpectedly killed when the building she was held hostage in exploded. This had all been orchestrated by Batman's long time rival, The Joker, who later revealed that she had in fact been pregnant and was planning on telling Bruce that night.

Angelique often wondered what this Joker character looked like every time he was mentioned in the media, nobody had ever gotten a picture of him, he might as well have been some fabled creation like Bigfoot. He was only described as a clown prince with quite the maniacal laughter, but it did sound intriguing.

"It's not something that comes easily to me."

His words pushed her away more than physical touch. She was truly alone and unfortunately accustomed to it. No close confidants at all, only acquaintances that never lasted very long once their ulterior motives became clear. Neither of her parents seemed to have the time for her, her father was too busy working and her mother Naomi was too busy schmoozing and shopping in between visits to the best plastic surgeon in the city. Her only true friend besides the library in their mansion was her nanny Jelena, a heavyset half Spanish/half Jamaican woman with the sweetest smile and a melodic laughter. She had stayed with the family up until she passed away last year, leaving Angelique in quite a desolate time. What was scary is that it was the loneliness that had made her the way she was today.

"How else do you expect me to give you an heir, Bruce? Or are we going en route with a test tube baby like I am?" Angelique scoffed and shook her head, annoyance creeping up. "It's not like I don't know all your secrets already."

He glanced over at her, worry increasing over what she was claiming. "What are you-"

"You're not doing yourself any favors by being in denial. Same goes for Barbara and Dick. How else would the ruins of Gotham be as safe as they are without the Batman family? Wait, I forgot, they aren't. We live in hell on Earth. Isn't it kind of a thankless job? You keep throwing these villains into Arkham, Belle Reeve and Black Gate, but there's no end. More and more come crawling out of the woodwork before you even have a chance to catch a breath."

It had been entirely by accident that she came along the Batcave one bored and restless night during a "sleepover" at Bruce's. These sleepovers were something of a joke. Dinner, dessert, sitting by the fire silently reading and then up to bed where he would fall asleep watching CNN and she'd stare at the ceiling, which prompted Angelique to go exploring. She had been absolutely fascinated with the entire set up of tricked out vehicles and high tech computers, staring in awe until Alfred had caught her. His loyalty was one of his best traits, because he never spoke a word of it to Bruce. As far as Batgirl and Robin went, it was almost too easy, their masks barely covered their faces. Such a secret really brought about a thrill for Angelique.

"I'm sorry to say but you're mistaken. Even if you were right, I can't disclose that information. It would be best to forget what you think you know."

Angelique got so angry that she flung her high heel off her foot until it jabbed the partition dividing the back and driver's seats, making the car swerve a bit. She had tried to contain herself, but frustration got the best of her.

"Damn you, Bruce! I'm sick of you treating me like some stupid child! Neither one of us want this but what can we do?" She glared him down. "Flying cars and time machines are the most sought after imaginary inventions since the dawn of time. People have died trying to make it happen. My father finally cracks the code to one of them, and naturally, for the sake of your business, you want to get your hands on it. Guess what? It doesn't come without me, and I think you're getting the raw deal out of this. A chance to change the world and somebody to breed your heir so the Wayne dynasty never dies."

Bruce downed the rest of his scotch, becoming increasingly agitated. It wasn't that he disliked her. Angelique was pretty, proper, and well rounded, everything a man of his caliber would want in a wife... she was just too damn young. Her brain wasn't even finished developing, and it was beginning to show behind closed doors. As of late, these outbursts had been more frequent and it wasn't something he wanted to tolerate, neither did anybody else. He figured it would be best to stay silent and let her get it out of her system until they arrived at Wayne Manor.

Twenty long, rambling minutes later, Angelique wasted no time in getting out of the limo once the door was opened. The second the crisp air hit her skin, the previous fury dissolved into calmness. It was unpredictable how long she'd be like this. Sometimes it would last only a few minutes while other times it lasted a full day. No matter what, it was unknown if it would ever really stop. Did she even want it to?