Disclaimer: Characters – DC Comics
Bad Romance – Lady Gaga
Story – mine (muhaha)
Bad Romance
A singular bulb, no shade, swinging back and forth, shedding light and shadow across the bedroom; her clothes and hat thrown to the floor; he walked with possessive perspective, overlooking her, perhaps looking down at her.
He pitied her - a senseless, stupid little girl always looking for guidance or approval. Of course she'd rarely get approval from him, so why bother? Though he did enjoy the attention he received and the fact he had a free human punch bag, who didn't complain; very much.
He enjoyed the authoritative aspect to this relationship, being the person in charge, while having the power to control the lesser person in the relationship, in other words he enjoyed the amount of power he possessed being in this relationship.
She had a bruise starting to develop on her cheek, yet another physical sign of her belonging to him. He had kicked her, punched her, slapped her; he's raised a kitchen knife at her and even put a gun to her head. She put up with it; it was all she knew, as his girlfriend; if you'd call it that.
It was his right. She chose to be with him in the first place, so why would she complain? He believed she secretly enjoyed it, a pure masochist, going out with a sadist, how delightful.
She touched her cheek, and started to whimper at the pain. He whirled around his eyes maddening and his temple bulging. He grasped his handgun, and pointed it toward her. So it all came down to this - he was going to pull the trigger, and it was obvious that he was, so she let out a cry, a cry from help, and she didn't care where help came from. Her hips hurt, since he continually hit the butt of his handgun against them constantly.
She closed her eyes tight, ready for what would happen next.
A clatter sounded throughout the room.
The bullet never came; he waited until she opened her eyes, so she could witness what would happen next. He yanked on one of her blonde ponytails, making her stand up. She didn't make eye contact, she couldn't - it could enrage him again.
Earlier, he had back-handed her and she fell to the ground - it was, a shame, of course. While on the floor, he had taken advantage of her, he had ripped her clothes off her and had laughed in her face, leaving her in her underwear.
He had straddled her, disabling the use of her legs, and grabbing both wrists with a hand. He had mocked her, whispering in her ear:
"Harley, my dear, you should be having fun, dying with laughter, perhaps." His violent shade of green hair tickled her face. He had lowered his scarlet lips to her, and they had brushed against her neck.
Now, he was towering over her, a vision of power. "Mistah J?" He pushed her against the bedroom door. Her bra straps fell off her shoulders, while he began to kiss her or is he devouring her skin?
She began to whimper in happiness. He opened his eyes and pulled away. "Time to be frank," she started to pay attention, "I am a sadist, am I not? Harley, I enjoy your masochism. But I also pity you." Moments of silence passed. "Time for bed."
She looked at him oddly, "Puddin'?"
"I have gotten bored and tired, my dear, oh and by the way, you look dreadful. Try putting some clothes on, pooh."
Hi, my first Joker and Harley fanfic. Scary times. My love for the Joker and Harley is recent. So if it's bad, tell me, but please be sympathetic. But if you like it, then awesome ;D and tell me what you liked. I enjoyed writing this fanfic, what I liked was, I was able to actually think of what I was writing, I enjoyed writing the sarcastic / cynical tone. Oh and thanks for reading this. :D