You weren't entirely sure how you came to be Harley Quinn's personal drug dealer, it kind of just happened. It definitely wasn't on purpose.
You met her at the Joker's club, The Madhouse, which happened to be a great place to sell. There was no fear of undercover cops and you could really hike up the price. Most of the patrons would pay any premium without question as long as it was easy and convenient. You assumed that's how Harley had found out about you, by word of mouth around the place.
Leaning against the balcony railing, you sipped at a cheap beer while watching the dancers below. The metal spikes clicked against each other as the leather of your jacket twisted with your arm while you raised the plastic cup to your lips. Though it had always been your favorite jacket, made with leather that was dyed a bright green and entirely covered in studs and spikes, save for where there were patches, it had inadvertently also become an identifier. A way for customers to easily refer to you when recommending your services to their friends.
"So you're the Green Jacket Girl?" a voice to your left asked. Casually you looked over your shoulder and found yourself face to face with Gotham's notorious Queen of Crime.
That was how you met. It was simple as that.
She brought you to her VIP booth and bought all the drugs you still had on you. It was fun to hangout with her, she had a bright and bouncy personality, one that contrasted perfectly with your own. She liked to be the center of attention with all eyes on her, and you enjoyed being a pair of those eyes, sitting back and watching her.
"Anything you need or want, come to me first," You told her after trading numbers at the end of the night. You knew how likely it was that she probably had plenty of connections, but now that you had your foot in the door you realized this was a client you didn't want to lose. It wasn't terribly late, a little bit after one in the morning, but you were wasted and you had early shift at the gas station in the morning.
Harley took you for your word and it wasn't long until she was regularly requesting your company. You liked to think that it was for more than the drugs you sold her, that maybe Harley might actually like you, but it was hard to tell at any time what was going on in her head.
Usually she would send some lackey in an unmarked vehicle to pick you up from in front of your apartment. Thats where you were now, poking at the screen of your phone as you sat on the front stoop.
The squeal of tires peeling around the corner up the street suddenly woke you from your absent minded state. Standing up, you tried to get a better view of what made the noise as a glowing purple sports cars sped towards you.
"Holy shit," you mumbled to yourself as the vehicle screeched to a halt in front of your building. The chassis sat low to the ground with a blue light shining from underneath. You instantly recognized the head of impossibly blonde hair in the passenger's seat.
"Come on, hun!" Harley Quinn called swinging the single side door next to her open, "Get in!" she insisted as she reached down to move her seat forward, making room for you to climb into the tiny back.
Climbing in head first, you awkwardly flopped onto the white leather upholstery. The car took off before you could right yourself. Eventually being able to sit up, you finally got a good look around the cab. You didn't know much about cars but had spent enough time around them at work that you could tell every inch of this one was custom. That's when you noticed who was driving.
You were caught unaware as he made a sharp turn, the momentum slamming your body into the side wall, your head to bouncing off the window. Thankfully, the bucket seat in the back was small, and you were able to reach out and brace yourself for most of the ride after that.
The man in the front seat laughed viciously at the sound of your skull hitting the glass as he twisted the wheel. You could only see the back of his head from where you sat, but his green hair looked so much more vibrant in person than any of the times you'd seen his picture on the news.
"Puddin', this is the girl I was tellin' ya about," Harley stated as she sat sideways in her seat, facing both you and the driver. You were floored by the idea that Harley and the Joker had discussed you in private.
"So you're Green Jacket Girl," He asked slowly as he turned around, looking to you. "I must commend you on the quality of the products you provide," he spoke in a way that made each syllable sound deliberate, as if he was choosing the absolute best way to state what he thought. He lifted his hand from the steering wheel, holding it towards you.
You hesitated for a split second, realizing he had raised his left hand and that it had been about thirty seconds since he had looked at the road in front of him. Deciding it was best to just go with it, you took his hand with both of yours, shaking as you replied, "Thank you, I'm glad you're so pleased."
He grinned as he returned his attention forward while Harley twisted in her seat, looking at you with an excited expression. You guessed that meant you had done well with introductions.
"What ya got tonight?" she asked eagerly as she eyed your bag.
"I got some acid, but I only got two bits left. One for me and one for you. If I'd known there was gunna be three of us, I wouldn't've sold the last bit," you explain as you lifted the cover to your satchel, reaching into the small hidden pocket and pulling out a small piece of foil that was folded over onto itself.
"That's fine, he doesn't like acid anyway," Harley stated dismissively as she waved her hand, talking about the Joker like he wasn't sitting next to her.
You couldn't help but notice that while Harley kneeled backwards in her seat, his hand had drifted to her thigh. Using your elbows, you braced yourself as he took another sharp turn. His driving was erratic, but you found as long as you kept your cool, you could stay balanced.
Before heading out you had taken the time to cut the strip of paper in half, creating two equal pieces, each about two and a half doses. Pressing the metal between your fingers, you could feel the open space between them, and carefully you pulled, ripping the foil down the center before handing one half to Harley. The aluminium was just protective, a barrier between fingertips and drugs until the intended moment.
Simultaneously you and Harley both unfurled the thin metal to reveal the the small strip of stark white paper. It was a little anticlimactic, movies always made it seem like LSD came on cute squares with trippy designs, but in your experience thick plain white paper had always been used instead, being both cheaper and easier to acquire. Harley lifted the foil to her mouth, grabbing the paper with her tongue as you followed suit.
Sitting back you chewed on the small piece, grinding it into pulp between your teeth while moving it around with your tongue so it always stayed in contact with the fleshier parts of your mouth's interior. Harley turned away, facing back towards the windshield.
"Takes like an hour to kick in," you mention to her as you settled into your seat. Quietly watching the lights through the small window while you enjoyed the roller coaster feeling of the Joker's driving prowess. It wasn't long until it seemed that the couple had forgotten you were there, prattling on between themselves as you watched. You didn't mind, you really enjoyed your fly on the wall status. There aren't many people in the world who could say they've been able to watch such an infamous couple in such an intimate situation.
The Joker continued to cruise around the city without destination. You had smoked a blunt while getting ready to go out and were already pretty stoned to begin with when they picked you up. Now you felt so relaxed as you swayed in the back, enjoying the feeling of the bass from the subwoofer behind your seat as its vibrations shook your rib cage. It was freeing to let go and trust that the Joker's erratic driving wouldn't kill you. For a split second you understood how Harley could give herself so completely to him.
Then the car came to a sudden, violent stop flinging you forward so that your brow collided with the back of Harley's head rest. It wasn't a severe injury, but the slow forming bruise would lead to a dull headache that would go on to plague you throughout the night.
You felt awkward and clumsy as you haphazardly climbed out of the back of the car. Shuffling, you hurried to catch up with Harley and the Joker as they walked through the kitchen to the main room with an important air about them. You stayed behind them trying to keep two steps back so the bouncers realised you were the entourage.
All eyes were on them as they crossed the main floor of the club to their private booth. The Joker made a big show of stepping back and letting Harley scoot into her seat first, before sliding in next to her. Harley waved her hand towards you, patting the cushion to her right, urging you to join her.
As you pulled in next to her you felt a sudden, familiar lightness bounce inside of you. You knew this was just the beginning. You couldn't help but giggle as you looked to Harley, who wore a matching expression. You could tell she was also experiencing the same light, floating feeling inside her abdomen like you.
Back during your very first trip, which took place in the woods, your best friend postulated that this initial light and floaty feeling, as if your organs were replaced with helium, must've been how it felt when Charlie Bucket and his grandpa had some of the fizzy lifting drink. You could not agree more with her idea. Shortly after that your friend would go on to point out that 'snozberries' was a pseudonym for testicles.
You and Harley continued to giggle uncontrollably with your arms linked together while looking around the room. The visuals hadn't quite started yet but the lights shining around you seemed blown out. The gold motif of the room seemed extra reflective and vibrant as you studied your surroundings. You tried to grasp at the bubbles forming inside of you, riding them as they lifted you up and out of yourself
Even though you had spent many nights in the club peddling your wares, you had never experienced it under an influence like this. Everything seemed magnificent and wonderful, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from any of it. Every bit of decoration felt like it was deliberately placed for you to enjoy in this exact moment. You could feel every puzzle piece of the universe fall into it's designated spot, creating a larger, beautiful image for you to enjoy as you sat there with Harley, fascinated by it all.
You knew that it was only the beginning of the trip, and there was going to be so much more to experience. A excitement radiated through you, an undeniable and infectious happiness that made you feel so at peace with the world as you watched your surroundings. Everything felt right as you laid your head on Harley's shoulder.
"Oh wait!" You said remembering suddenly as you sat up and looked into your bag, "Here this is your's," you commented handing Harley the small bag of white powder she had requested.
"Aww, thanks!" Harley shouted over the music huggin you like it was a gift and not something she had literally paid you for. There was a loud smacking sound as she planted a big kiss on your cheek, likely leaving a lipstick mark behind. You didn't mind, and laughed lightly to yourself as you leaned back to watch her.
She sat bolt upright on the edge of her seat, licking her pinky and dipping into the the bag of molly. When her wet finger tip was coated in the drug, she offered it first to the Joker. He readily accepted, sucking on her small digit a little longer than was necessary. Harley repeated the process, licking her finger again as she looked to you.
You made a slight gesture that was an obvious refusal. You were not a fan of MDMA. The come down the day after for you had always been horrible and you prefered to just avoid it.
Looking around couldn't help but laugh. Everything was entertaining, even the fact that table in front of you was gold and reflective seemed silly enough that you couldn't help but giggle. You tried to control your laughter as Harley scooched closer, nudging you towards the exit of the booth.
"Com'on," She said excitedly, "Let's dance!"
You moved to the edge of the seat, standing up as Harley joined you. While dancing was something that you weren't really into, at that moment you were on mars and anything was possible. Without a second thought you chose to let Harley lead you tonight. Let her burn the trail as you followed along. Clutching at her hand you did just that, following her in the crowd of moving bodies.
Switching it up doing some Joker and Harley fic lol
also this is my first time writing in 2nd pov, tell me if i fucked it up ok?
Check out the song Attack by Rustie ft Danny Brown and Opulence by Brooke Candy, that's what i was listening to while i wrote this