"Let's Go Home."

*SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SUICIDE SQUAD YET*

Takes off after the end of Suicide Squad, One-shot. It's much longer than expected. Will have a scene from the movie as well. I don't own DC or Suicide Squad (I wish). Listen to "Gangsta" by Kehlani.

Harley's POV

J handed me a spare machine gun, which looked to be the same one I had given him to bust out of Arkham.

"You ready baby?" He asked me, a challenging smile came over his face.

"Sure am Puddin." I replied, the excitement of seeing him again not leaving my body for a second. We made our way out of the prison cell and out through the hole Joker and his men had entered, we walked down the long hallway shooting anyone that got in our way. Joker took a sharp turn and then disappeared into a confined room. The sound of shouting and shots being fired worried me but his henchmen quickly escorted me into the room to see J laughing in the middle of a circle of dead soldiers. 'That's my Puddin.' I thought.

He walked over to a box in the middle of the room opening it and grabbing out what seemed to be my clothes and came back to me as his henchmen grabbed my bat and gun. Handing me my clothes he snarled at the henchmen that were still looking in my direction. He took a step back and looked at me with lust in his eyes.

I slowly unbuttoned my orange prison shirt not taking my eyes off his. I heard him growl as I shrugged it off my shoulders revealing my red bra and 'Lucky You' tattoo. Quickly raising the shirt I had worn in the battle with Enchantress I pulled it down over the top half of my body and flung off my pink fluffy slippers. I slipped my tracksuit pants off and pulled on my fishnet stockings and my shorts followed by my belt. I strapped on my heeled boots and turned my back on Joker, walking towards the door.

Stopping at the door, I turned around to face him. "Come on, keep up." I smirked, walking out and returning to the main corridor. One of his henchmen ran after me, I think his name is Sully, and handed me my gun, holster and bat. "Thanks cutie." I smiled at him swinging my bat around getting the rhythm back. I saw a slight blush rise to his cheeks as he fell back into line, J finally reaching me at the front.

"Don't think you're gonna get away with that." He whispered leaning towards me.

"Wasn't counting on it." The smirk returning to my face and we separated to either sides of the main door that was keeping us from the outside world. The henchmen evenly spread onto either J's side or mine.

"On 3.

1…

2…" He looked at me with joy.

"3!"

At the same time we stepped together and kicked the doors wide open. Lined in front of us were 2 whole rows of maybe 16 soldiers each.

"JOKER! HARLEY! PUT THE GUNS DOWN AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL SHOOT!" Yelled Steve who was the leader of the squad in front of us.

"Aw Stevie. You wouldn't shoot me would you?" I asked pouting.

The henchmen behind me chuckled at my comment and raised their guns a little higher. J walked up to me and slipped his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him, he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Look up."

"JOKER! STEP AWAY FROM HARLEY!" Steve yelled again. Mr J moved away from me and raised his hands, his machine gun shaking from his laugh. I raised my eyes to see a lot of red light up military goggles holding smoke bombs and rope. A laugh started bubbling up in my throat and I flung my head back and walked to Joker again. He grabbed me again, still laughing, and dipped me backwards and rested his lips on mine. Savouring the taste and feel of his lips as the last time I had he had crash-landed in a helicopter.

Suddenly the sound of smoke bombs being let off, ropes falling and panic rising made us rip our lips from each other.

"We will continue this later." He growled.

"On the bear skin rug?" I smirked. He growled once more and smashed his lips against mine while bringing me up to standing and tugging my shirt. Reaching for 2 of the ropes out of 5 that were hanging from the ceiling he handed me one. "Meet you at the top." He winked, pulling himself up the rope.

I hoisted myself up the rope, using my feet to climb further and push upwards. 'Good thing I wear gloves.' I thought to myself as I reached the top of the rope and climbed into the large sized vent. The henchmen wearing the goggles started rapidly pulling up the ropes to get them out of view before the smoke cleared. The last henchmen that had helped rescue me had just reached the top and had been pulling the rope up with him. We quickly covered the vent entrance and waited a second.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY GO?!"

"TALK ABOUT BEING A PAIR OF CLOWNS."

"SPREAD OUT YOU IDIOTS!"

Giggling to ourselves we raced through the vent and out the side of Belle Reve. Waiting out the side was 2 black vans and J's purple Lamborghini. "You got it back!" I squealed racing to the car that I thought had been lost.

The henchmen and guys with the rope were pilling into the 2 black vans as J was giving the drivers directions and orders. I leaned against the car and watched as he laughed and tapped the side of the van to signal it's take-off. He made a beeline for the drivers' door, nodding towards the car when he reached it gesturing for me to get in. I scrambled in the purple sports car, sensing his urgency. As soon as I had settled in the white leather seats the car roared to life and lurched forward heading home.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked in the side mirrors to see Belle Reve in the distance. J took his hand off the gear stick and rested his hand on my thigh, squeezing slightly. I laid my head on the headrest and closed my eyes, relishing the touch I never thought I'd feel again.

"You can rest my dear. Nothing's gonna happen. No one will ever take you away from me again. I promise." He spoke as I fell into a sleepy wonderland.

2 Hours Later – Hideout/Club.

I regained consciousness later on top of a very plush surface. Opening my eyes I surveyed the area to realise that I was in the room J and I lived in that rested above his club. The music started to pound through the floor as I became more and more aware of my surroundings. 'So it wasn't just a dream? Thank god!' I perceived. I sat up in the bed realising I was the only one laying in it. Pouting I stood up and walked out into the kitchen/living room to find a note on the counter.

Darling,

Freshen yourself up and make yourself look pretty.

Your presence is needed downstairs.

J.

'I thought we were gonna have fun.' Pouting again I head to the slightly cracked mirror in the corner of the living room. I looked like a wreck. My hair, dirty and ratty, which had been previously up in two side half buns, had now started to come undone into my regular ponytails. My normal make-up was smudged and faded revealing tiny scars that rested on my face from previous fights as well as mud smears on my forehead.

Sighing I took my hair out and ran my fingers through the blonde locks before walking to the bathroom and starting the shower. I quickly started to wash my hair then my body and face watching the dirty water vanish down the drain. I hung my head right under the showerhead, letting the water block out all noise and closed my eyes.

'It's okay Harley. Snap out of it. Mr J is alive and okay, you don't have to worry. Let's get ready and please our Puddin.' I thought. Turning the taps off I swiftly wrapped my towel around my body and headed to the bedroom. Blow-drying my hair and curling it then applying my usual red and blue eye make-up with red lips. I walked to the closet and pull out the gold and black dress I had worn the night Bats decided to ruin our date. I matched the dress with black 6-inch heels with gold studs on the back and down the heel itself.

I tousled my hair slightly and made my way down the stairs in the back of the room, which lead to the meat locker. I escorted myself out the room and into the main attraction; Funhouse. Despite the owner, people loved to come here because of our drinks. We put a homemade drug in every drink that gave the customers a little buzz. The dancers love to think they're the reason we get so many customers, I remember a girl threatened to leave and J had told her to because, 'It wouldn't matter if you left. Harley is the main attraction so you can do whatever you want.'

I smiled thinking about it and made my way through the mob of dancing people. The club was huge, gold and black theme of course. Spread out around the walls of the club were Gold couches with black circular tables every 3 seats or so. On the left side was the bar and on the right in the corner was the DJ's station. Stripper poles and boxes were spread all throughout the club with a cage hanging from the roof, which was mine. Strands of rope were hanging in random places all around the dance floor.

Walking through the people I overheard a couple talking while dancing, "Thank god Funhouse is open again."

"I know right, it's been ages and oh my god I have missed the atmosphere."

'The club had been closed?' I thought to myself. 'Why would it have been closed?' Reaching the rope, I pulled myself up and into the cage. A loud cheer emitted from the crowd as I stood up and locked the floor to make sure I didn't fall out.

"Purple Lamborghini" by Rick Ross & Shrillex started as if on cue. I started swinging my hips in a circular motion, dropping down to the ground as it went to the chorus. Grabbing the chain that was in the middle of my cage I put it up as if it were a gun and started to fake shoot people looking in the direction I knew J would be in.

Joker's POV

Running a hand through my green hair, I focused on Harley as she had now started dancing. 'Thank fuck, something worth looking at.' I thought taking my mind of the business meeting in session.

"You're a lucky man Joker. Got a bad bitch." Monster T said sitting next to me. I turned my head towards him, "Oh, that she is. The fire in my loins, the itch in my crouch." Standing up and pointing to the window, "The one, the only, the infamous HARLEY QUINN!" I shouted. I walked over to the window with a hooded look and whistled.

Harley's POV

I heard J's whistle over the music and crowd. Unlocking the cage door I took a leap for one of the ropes closest to me and swung over to the open window receiving more cheers.

"Oh come to daddy." I heard J say as I landed on top of the couch.

"Puddin'." I said with a small giggle at the end.

"Listen, you are my gift to this handsome honka honka! You belong to him now." He said guiding my hand to rest on the guys shoulder.

Going with it I started to sit on his lap, "Well…" I barked/snapped in his face and laughed. "You're cute. You want me? I'm all yours."

His hand roamed a bit before suddenly stopping. I looked at J, his face dark and breathing heavy, and giggled to go along with it. He looked at J behind us with a confused face, "I don't want no beef."

"Oh you don't want no beef?" J said mockingly.

"You don't want no beef?"

"Why? What's wrong?

"You don't want no beef?" J said again, sounding more and more crazy.

"You don't like me? Fine! Don't waste my time then!" I said getting up and walking over to J hearing him in the background, "Listen, little lady."

I sat down and started twirling my hair and J kneeled in front of him, "Are you enjoying yourself?" J said smiling.

The guy started shaking his head, "Nah. That's your lady Joker."

J ran his fingers through his hair, "That's right." He said smiling.

I took a glimpse at Johnny Frost sitting in the corner of the room; he was stone faced as usual.

J suddenly whipped out a gun from his holster and aimed it at the guys head.

"No J!" The guy yelled as J pulled the trigger.

Johnny left the room leaving J and I alone with the body.

"How did you sleep?" J asked walking to his desk in the corner and sitting down starting to look at paperwork. He looked so handsome right now, besides the fact that there was a dead body in the room and we were gonna have a casual conversation he really was so unbelievable gorgeous. As I was thinking that, Johnny walked in with 3 other henchmen and carried the body out and supposedly to the meat locker.

"Well enough, upset when you weren't there next to me." I pouted, walking to his desk and hopping up onto it so I was sitting right in the middle of his desk my heels on the chair he was sitting on. "Aw my poor Harley-girl." He said resting the paper down and relaxing in the chair.

I got off the desk and started straddling him, resting my head on his bare chest. His arms came around me and he took a deep breath in and held it in for a slight second before releasing and losing all tension in his body. I raised my head off his chest and looked up at him. His head was back, his mouth slightly parted. I gave him a small kiss on his throat and watched his eyes meet mine.

"I missed you so much J." I said.

"Oh Harley. I missed you too." He replied holding me tighter.

He dropped his head and caught my lips with his. This kiss was different, I don't know if it was the fact that he could've died or vice versa but there was so much passion going into this kiss and for once it wasn't one sided. We pulled apart a few moments later for breath.

"What do you say we go make use of that bear skin rug?" He said after a short period.

"I would love that very much Mr J." I smiled.

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