Q: Joker uses Harley as his new toy
Music blared out of speakers, the club goers danced in response as the sound hit their ears. Smiling, carefree, excited no nerves showing in their alcohol laced brains that Gotham's most dangerous criminal was in their presence. Joker's club was alive tonight and what a night it picked. It was a very special night, a night that they would make everyone remember. It was Joker and Harley's first date. Her puddin had been at his desk all day today, planning out the whole night. The celebration of Harley.
Harley was excited she felt bright, shiny, and new. A toy, a new weapon in Mr. J's arsenal. She was elated, bouncing up in down in her seat thrilled to finally be apart of his world. This was their first night out on the town, her first impression. She'd make it a good one, in her short red dress. After making her formal entrance, in her dancing cage she was currently seated in the VIP booth with Mr. J and a sweaty, begging old man.
Thinking about it, Harley figured the reason the man was so sweaty and whiny was because the Joker held a gun to his head. The smile on her face stayed true. Giddy, permanent as she waited for her Joker to finish the mob boss off.
Suddenly, Mr. J paused. Harley's smile dipped, disappointed.
"This is the perfect opportunity…" The Joker mumbled, turning to Harley, his smile gleaming. "Harley, would you like help daddy?"
"Yes, puddin!" Harley's smile grew wide again, the only thing she loved more than seeing Joker in his natural element was being his center of attention.
"Come here, kitten." Mr. J waved her over with his gun. Harley all but jumped out of her seat, swaying her hips as she walked closer to him. Joker wrapped an arm around her waist.
He turned to the sweaty man again, Joker smiled, "This is Harley. Say hello."
"H…Hello." The man stuttered, confusion in his eyebrows as he looked over Harley.
"Harley, daddy had a thought." Joker turned to her, his metal teeth showing as he smiled. His eyes were bright, cheerful as he started his new game.
"What'cha thinkin', puddin'?" She grinned, eyes dancing over his beautiful face.
"I've got a dilemma, baby. I put all this work into creating you and now your pretty little self is just sitting there with nothing to do. Is all my hard work going to good use? No. Well that changes tonight. Take this." He handed over his gun.
"You mean it puddin?" She giggled, thanking him as she held his deadly weapon in her hand.
"Yes," Joker pulled her closer to the sweaty man who now had tears running out of his eyes. "Now stand here. Hold it up, put your finger on the trigger. Yes, just like that." Joker stood behind her, hands on her shoulders. Lips close to her ear. "Angle it up. Yes. Put it right up to his forehead." He laughed, "Right in the center of his eyes, pumpkin."
Harley was having trouble concentrating on her victim, Mr. J's hands were on her and his lips were so close to her ear. She could feel his warm breath on he neck. His growling and purring right in her ear. She started to turn towards him, her lips burned to kiss him. Mr. J's hands kept her straight forward.
She heard his lips pull back into a smile, "Later, baby. Focus."
The man was really sweating now, pleading for his life as the Joker taught her how to properly shoot a man. Harley realized the weight of this moment, she felt the gun in her hand. How easily it would be to shoot this man and end his misery. She wondered if she should shoot his kneecaps first, then cut off his fingers, and finally shoot him through the head. That sounded like fun, but alas there would be time for that later. Right now, she wanted to make Mr. J proud.
She shot him. Blood splattered out the backside of his head as the bullet landed right between his eyes. Harley laughed, clapping her hands around the gun. She spun around to face the Joker, smiling shining on her face.
"Did I do good, sweetie?" She threw her arms around his neck. The Joker laughed loudly.
"Yes, Harley." He hugged her around the waist, growling in her ear. "Did you like it?"
"That was so fun! Can we do it again sometime?"
"Of course you can, kitten." The Joker growled in her ear, he paused then whispered, "Anytime that it's funny. Let the bullets fly." He kissed her forehead.
Twirling around, she looked at her kill again. Red was quickly starting to stain the gold of the couch. She heard Mr. J call for Frosty behind her, but she couldn't stop looking at the dead man in front of her. His body was still in the same position it was in when he was pleasing for his life a moment ago. Legs crossed, hands together, all that was different was his head was back against the back of the couch. Like he was sleeping, well except his eyes were still open and the blood splatter behind his head. She giggled, proud of herself as she spotted a gold watch around his wrist, she tugged it off of him before the blood could hit it.
"Look, puddin!" She held up the watch for him, "A trophy for me!"
"Wonderful, baby." Joker smiled, grasping her hands as he led her out of the VIP booth. Frost walked in behind them with a mop and windex. "Let's go home."
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