So this is my first Batman fanfiction and I'm going to combine the original DC Universe with DCEU (cough cough Suicide Squad). This fic is going to be a bunch of one shots between Harley x the Joker, but each chapter is going to be based on a song from the Suicide Squad soundtrack. Enjoy!
Harley Quinn
I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
"Hello." That red, twisted smile put an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I hadn't even been in his room for three seconds and I was already regretting my decision to work on his case. I wordlessly sat down into the leather chair across from his bed. He sat up and sneered. "I said hello to you, sweetie. The least you could do is be polite and smile." I fought the urge to roll my eyes and put on my best fake smile. "You know," he began, settling back into a laying position, "I can always tell when a smile is genuine." And he left it at that.
"I'm not here to befriend you," I said flatly. "I'm here to help cure whatever is wrong with you because no one else in Arkham dared to step foot in your cell." He ignored me. "Now," I moved past the silence to begin the actual evaluation, "can you give me a name to call you by? This will help during the curing process so I can become familiar with your motives." I had my pencil and paper ready to write down whatever ridiculous name this man decided to give me.
"The Joker." I wasn't ready for that. I stared at him skeptically to see if he planned on adding any more. He didn't. What kind of a name is "Joker" anyway? It makes him sound like a—well—clown. And based on his cheap face paint and bright green hair, that's probably exactly what he is. "But you can call me Mr. J." He finally decided to add. He gave me a wink with those dark green eyes and it sent shivers down my spine. There was something about it that was almost…attractive.
"I feel like this should be mutual," this time the Joker was the one to break the silence. "Can I get your name, sweetheart? And while we're at it, do you happen to be dating at this particular moment?"
What kind of question is that?
"You should already know your doctor's name, but I guess no one told you. I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel." Pause. Should I continue and answer the second part to his question? "And…no I'm not—"
"NO?" The Joker practically yelled it. He leaped up from his bed with an animalistic glare in his eye. Damnit. I should've lied. He made his way towards me and I carefully watched every little step he took. "How could someone as pretty as yourself," he gently caressed my hair. I should've put it up this morning. Damnit damnit damnit. "not have a boyfriend?"
"I don't know," I had to think fast. "I mean, I just broke up with a guy a couple weeks ago." Plausible story, I guess. The Joker leaned down next to my ear.
"Are you interested?" He growled. My face was turning red and he must've noticed because he came even closer. "I get the feeling that you are!" Joker's tone sounded like a little kid in a candy store. I was starting to sweat. His hands ran down my shoulders until they reached my hands and he softly touched my palms. It put butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know where this was coming from, but I needed it to stop. I could not fall in love with my patient. I could not fall in love with my patient. I could not fall in love with my patient. I kept repeating that mantra until I felt his hands slide down to my hips. I jumped out of the chair.
"Today's session is over. I will see you tomorrow at 3." He looked like a lost puppy as I exited his cell, but once I closed the door, I saw a wicked smile spread across his face through the corner of my eye.
As I walked back to my office, I kept touching the exact spaces where he had put his hands. I still had a floaty feeling from him approaching me. I was becoming attracted to him by the minute. But I couldn't. I had to stop this.
One last time I told myself, "I will not fall in love with my patient."
There you go! I hope you enjoyed! It didn't really have anything to do with the song, but it sorta fit in there. Let me know what you guys think!