Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, which means I do not own the characters or the events of most of the plot. I do own Syreen though.
A/N: Here I am, uploading a Suicide Squad fanfiction long after the hype-train has passed. Will anyone even read this?
I've been wanting to write this for so long, after I had a dream that I was in a three-way relationship with Joker and Harley Quinn. Although the plot will develop muuuch differently than my dream did.
I've noticed that there already are otherJoker/OC/Harley Quinn stories out, which were pretty interesting in my opinion, and I think it's about time I joined the club. I've also uploaded this story on QuoteV, under an anonymous user.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy, please leave a review and tell me if you did.
Oh, and this story will contain suggestive content. Also a bit gore, but nothing too dramatic. It's M rated for a reason, read at your own risk.
Chapter 1: Bad Bitches
Name: Córdova, Misery
Alias: Syreen
Age: 22
D.O.B: 11th of November, 1993
Height: 5'7 / 170 cm
Weight: 120 lbs / 54 kg
Specialty: Blade-throwing. Excellent flexibility, agility and speed. Known to prefer stealth over combat. Rumored to use her physical appeal to lure in men and women before killing them, which is why she is also known as "The Siren"
Background: Córdova's parentage is unknown, although it is believed at least one parent is of Latin-American descent. It is assumed that she grew up in an orphanage somewhere in Phoenix, Arizona until she disappeared in 2004. By 2009 she had become a relatively known contract killer. In 2013 she was sighted with the Joker and Harley Quinn, and it is believed that she joined their cause around this time. Witnesses claim they've seen Córdova in romantic relations with both the Joker and Quinn, and several sources testify that they are engaged in a polyamorous relationship.
"He has two crazy girlfriends?" he asked in disbelief, eyeing the picture of the young woman. She was rather attractive. Long, black hair, golden eyes and olive skin. Looking back at the picture of the pink and blue haired blonde one with blue eyes, he wondered why in the world these beautiful ladies would choose to be with a clown freak like the Joker. She must live up to her namesake, Misery, he thought, almost pitying the girls.
"This one is different. While Harley Quinn is visibly unhinged, Syreen is... subtler about it. She's cunning, analytic, manipulative, rarely shows her true colors. Your typical sociopath." Amanda Waller explained, while gesturing to said girl's blank gaze and supercilious smirk as she looked directly into the camera. "Don't be fooled by her pretty face, she's the most ruthless of the two women, her cruelty only comparable with the Joker's." She flipped to the next page, "This is one of her luckier victims."
The men surrounding the table shifted in discomfort as they watched Waller point at a picture of Syreen's work. Flayed skin, a messily gouged out eye, and no jaw. The person, as their gender was unidentifiable due to their mutilated state, had seemingly had half of their body burnt to a crisp, the rest must have been dismembered, as some limbs were missing or only half-way connected to their body.
Waller resumed the introduction, indifferent to the grotesque image, "The trio wreaked havoc over Gotham, while the Joker grew uncharacteristically attached to each of them. And God help anyone who disrespected his ladies..."
"We finally meet." A new voice disturbed the peaceful silence, despite the loud music in the background. Syreen looked away from Harley's dancing figure to look up at the newcomer with mild interest, her eyes lighting with amusement when he tried to shake hands with Mr. J.
Frost was quick to step up, "He doesn't shake hands." he clarified smoothly, and politely offered instead, "Sit down, have a drink."
Monster T took a seat, his eyes meeting cold, captivating amber eyes watching him like a hawk. He was momentarily silenced by her beauty, and took a second to appreciate the goddess-like woman. Her luscious black hair was long and curled, the dyed white tips and white bangs complimented her round heart-shaped face. She was clad with a white halter dress that had golden designs, and it was short enough to reveal her smooth, tan legs and her golden high heeled pumps. There was a seductive smirk on her painted red lips as she tilted her head to the side teasingly, fully aware of what he was thinking as he gazed upon her. Despite her inviting eyes, he also sensed the dangerous aura that surrounded her.
Joker noticed the exchange between them and growled as a warning to his rebellious little siren. She flashed him an innocent smile in response. He knew she was intentionally trying to anger him, since she was still bitter that he didn't let her dance with Harley tonight, and instead had a possessive arm wrapped around her waist to keep her by his side.
Breaking the unclear tension, Monster T spoke up again, "Hey J. On behalf of everybody, welcome back. I wanted to come by personally and say thank you. You're making me good money; I'm making you good money."
Joker scowled in disinterest, and lifted the hand that was wrapped around Syreen's waist, "Are you sweet talking me?" His hand concealed his gleeful grin, flashing the smile that was tattooed on the back of his palm. The cackle that left his lips made pleasant shivers go down Syreen's back. Monster T on the other hand shifted uncomfortably, taking off his shades. The clown smirked at his discomfort, "I love this guy. He's so intense!"
"Agreed." Syreen purred, flashing a charming smile at the black man, once again attracting his attention. Joker placed a hand on her bare thigh, squeezing it dangerously. He'd deal with her later.
Monster T's attention shifted towards the dancing figure that he briefly saw when he entered. Again, he was left stunned by Harley Quinn's enticing appearance. Another goddess that belonged to The Joker. He voiced his thoughts in an attempt to draw attention away from himself – "You're a lucky man. You got yourself two bad bitches." – only for it to backfire spectacularly.
Syreen stiffened, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Joker had a similar reaction, but his nails dug into her thigh to hold her back from pouncing on him. She gave him a look, which he countered with his own. Her rebellious side screamed at her to disobey, yet she stepped back, letting Mr. J handle this. Despite her occasional disobedient attitude, she would always obey her Daddy.
"Oh, that they are." he began, his hand absentmindedly moving up to Syreen's hair, tugging on it to make her look up and meet his gaze. He cupped the side of her face, brushing his thumb on her lower lip, "My most enchanting Syreen can be a very bad bitch." To get him worked up him, she sensually swiped her tongue across his thumb. Joker felt his member twitch eagerly at the sight of her pink tongue, but resisted the urge to entwine it with his own, for now. Instead he moved to stand up, letting his hand fall from her face. Frost eyed Monster T carefully, wondering if he even knew how stupid it was of him to insult his girls directly like that. "The fire in my loins." Joker continued, walking past Syreen and the table. "The itch in my crotch! The one, the only, the infamous: Harley Quinn!" his voice was booming, and that was when the mobster realized the subtle hostility in his gaze and backtracked. Joker gestured towards his other lover, who was watching Joker's dramatic display with a perfectly blank look. "They're my most treasured possessions."
Bringing his fingers up to his lips, he whistled loud enough for Harley to hear him. She immediately halted her dancing, and eagerly moved to make her way towards her lovers. Syreen stood up to sit on the ledge, just as Harley arrived, settled seductively on the ledge with the beads framing her beautiful figure. Harley's hand tentatively stroked Syreen's back as she eyed her Puddin' with hungry eyes.
Joker smirked and purred enticingly at his girls, "Oh, come to Daddy."
"Puddin'!" Harley squealed, as they both instinctively moved closer to him, Syreen wrapping her arms around his waist to look at him through hooded eyes while Harley hung onto his other side, eagerly looking up at him.
The Clown Prince grinned playfully, his eyes full of mischievous intent. Meanwhile Monster T watched on nervously, understanding that he had said something he shouldn't have.
"Listen, you two are my gifts to this handsome hunka hunka!" Mr. J declared childishly, gesturing to him with a wide smile. "You belong to him now."
They both understood his intention when he gave that declaration, both knowing that the Joker would never give them away. A cold smirk formed on Syreen's face as she followed Harley's lead towards their supposedly new owner. Harley perched herself on his side while sliding one leg in between his. Syreen sat on his other side, leaning in close to brush her breasts against his arm. The mobster looked like he was unsure whether he wanted to pull them closer or push them away in fear.
"You're cute." Harley said huskily as she guided his hands to her hips, "You want us?"
"We're all yours." Syreen whispered alluringly, her own lips hovering over his.
Monster T felt the bulge in his pants twitch in anticipation, and was about to give in to that desire, until he saw the seething Joker who was shaking with barely contained rage. He was quick to attempt to correct his mistake. "I don't want no beef."
"You don't want no beef? You don't want no beef?" Joker repeated in his mocking attempt to imitate his voice. "You don't want no beef?!" he said again, his rage now reflected in his voice.
"Why?" Syreen whined, as if she was truly saddened by his rejection, "You don't like us?"
Harley scoffed and moved away from the repulsive man, "Fine, don't waste our time then. Come on, Sye. We gotta' entertain ourselves." The last part was said suggestively, her hands entwining around said girl's hips as she pulled her to herself, guiding her to the other side of the booth. Syreen laughed as Harley pulled her into her lap, her lips nibbling at her neck while simultaneously watching the Joker to see what his next course of action would be. She understood that somehow this man had done or said something to piss her Puddin' off, and would most likely meet his doom anytime soon. Her fingers stroked the inside of her siren's thigh, teasingly reaching the hem of her panties.
"Those are your ladies." the black man tried in vain to save himself from the Joker's wrath.
He menacingly moved closer, his expression playful but his voice cold and humorless, "Look, are you enjoying yourself?"
"No..." he looked wary now, furrowing his eyebrows in fear, knowing that there was no way of escaping now. "Those are your ladies, Joker." he repeated desperately.
"That's right." And with no other warning, he pulled out his gun and shot Monster T right between his eyes. Frost sighed, already knowing this would happen the moment he called the girls 'bitches.'
Both Harley and Syreen burst into loud laughter as his lifeless body collapsed to a heap on the seats of booth, but they were quickly silenced when Joker turned the gun towards Syreen, pointing directly at her head. She looked at him with a mix of confusion and amusement.
"Daddy?" she said questioningly, but with no fear.
"You've misbehaved tonight, sweetheart. You thought I would forget about those looks you were sending him, hmm?" he growled possessively, making shivers go down both of the girls back.
"Wait, what looks?" Harley perked up, looking at her female lover with the same jealous expression as the Joker. "What did you do, baby?" she purred dangerously, her fingers now stroking her through her panties. The feeling sent a jolt of pleasure through her body and the siren had to bite her lips and look away stubbornly, trying not to give in to her touch. "Did our little siren misbehave again?" It was unfair how they were both ganging up on her, then again it was kind of foolish of her to rile him up in the first place, but she just really wanted to dance with Harley tonight.
"I didn't do anything." Syreen tried to defend herself, sounding pathetic even to herself and feeling like an idiot.
"Seems like we didn't punish you hard enough last time." Joker grinned broadly, and suddenly grabbed her by the arm to hoist her up on his shoulder, making Syreen yelp helplessly.
"Okay, I'm sorry!" she tried, struggling in his hold but only earning a harsh slap on the butt. "Ow." she hissed in both pain and irritation while glaring at the female clown who was cackling like the evil bitch she was.
Joker carried her away from the booth, with Harley happily skipping after them, both of them with the intention to head to the bedroom to teach the siren yet another lesson, she never learns after all.
A/N: You are free to imagine Syreen as whoever you want, but I like to imagine her as Amber Midthunder just with gold colored eyes, and white dyed tips on her hair, obviously. Please tell me what you think, and if you'd like a second chapter :)