Hi guys, I'm back, its been such a long time since I've posted anything on Fanfiction and decided it was time. Unfortunately my muse has a habit of disappearing for long periods of time :-/
Anyway I've just seen Suicide Squad and I am completely obsessed with Harley Quin and Joker. So here is a story about what could have happened after the film ended. Enjoy!
Harley Quin leaned back against the bars her cage, sipping her coffee and flicking through the pages of her book. It had been a while since she and the squad had defeated the enchantress, and things had returned to normal. As normal as prison life went. The days came and went, the guards were their usual charming selves, well until she put them in intensive care of course.
But beating up the guards was not as fun as it had been with her Puddin. Harley sighed, she missed him terribly. Her psychotic mind repeatedly replayed the moment the helicopter down, taking her Joker down with it. Each replay seemed to tear a new hole in her heart. She would never hear his manic laughter again, never see the psychotic grin that never failed to make her pulse racing or the way he could make anyone freeze in terror with just a look.
Suddenly the far wall exploded, concrete bursting everywhere, covering everything in a cloud of dust. The prison sirens sounded soon after, its deafening tone echoing around the room.
Covering her ears against the noise, Harley dove into a corner, watching in confusion as a swarm of guys dressed as guards burst through the newly made entrance shooting the real guards that came rushing in to manage the security breach. The real guards were quickly overcome, falling lifelessly to the floor one after the other.
Spreading out, the new comers were quick in securing the area, a few of them breaking off to deal with the locks on her cage with a giant saw sending sparks in every direction. Swinging open the door, the guards jumped back, quickly making way for another guard as they entered the cage. However, this guard was different. They held themselves with such confidence and seemed completely oblivious to the carnage that had just reined around them.
Coming to a stop just a few feet away from Harley, the pair simply stared at each other for a few moments. Something about this guard seemed very familiar. It only made her more confused. What on earth was going on?
It was then Harley spotted the word JOKER, printed across the front of their uniform in white bold letters. Slowly getting to her feet, she watched as they removed their mask, carelessly tossing it onto the floor revealing a pale white face with dark lipstick and metal covered teeth that glistened in the light. A face that, for the last few months, Harley had believed to be lost.
"PUDDIN!" she squealed, throwing herself into the Jokers arms, feeling them wrap around her thin frame, holding her against him. She couldn't believe it, her Puddin was alive! He'd somehow survived the crash and was now here to bust her out of jail. What a guy! The pain she had been feeling the last couple of months faded away, quickly becoming an unpleasant, but distant memory.
"Let's go home" the Joker growled.