I just watched Suicide Squad in the theaters and I loved it, especially the Joker. Ever since watching the movie, I've been desperately searching for fan fiction stories from all sorts of platforms. I've finally decided to do a sort of story on the Joker. Anyone who follows me and has read my other stories will notice that I have a sort of pattern of trying to combine two different but somewhat similar worlds.

After much thought, I thought I'd do a sort of crossover with Vampire Diaries but the main focus being the TVD universe because I'm no DC fanatic. I feel I have more control and knowledge if the setting is more familiar for me. This story is more Joker/Elena although Elena might be a bit OC because I'm sort of melding her story with Harley Quinn's. Believe me, I love Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn but I wanted to pair the Joker with some sort of OC, even though it's Elena.

Kicking off this story, just to give you guys some background so you're not lost. This story starts us off after TVD season 2 before season 3. As this story goes on, the relationship between the Joker and Elena will be revealed. Plus I'll be adding my own personal twists as to how the Joker became who he is in the TVD universe. But of course I'll do my best to keep what makes the Joker, the Joker if you know what I mean.

WARNING! Spoilers up ahead if you haven't watched suicide squad yet!

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"Would you die for me?"

The question is the first thing I hear when I open my eyes but all I see is darkness. Although I do not understand the situation, I answer the voice nonetheless unknowing of my answer.

"Yes." I speak with no hesitation.

For a moment, confusion hits me as I wonder as to why I would respond in such a way.

"That's too easy … Would you live for me?" The voice challenges me.

"Yes."

My mouth parts in surprise as I realize the implications of what the voice just asked of me. To live for them would be to withstand the struggles of life alongside one another.

"Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly." The voice stresses it's point on the last word. "Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power."

The dark figure standing before me reaches out towards me. I can see the outline of their hand before it gently covers my mouth. It slowly drops it's hand down from my lips, my heart is racing by now as I feel the sudden heat and warmth from the darkness.

"Do you want this?" It asks me, running one of its fingers on my lower lip.

I open my mouth but everything blurs away into nothing before I could answer.

Elena rubbed her eyes, her elbows resting on top of the table at The Mystic Grill. A few weeks ago her boyfriend Stefan was swept away from her after making a deal with Klaus to save Damon from a werewolf bite. Since then, she and Damon have been trying to search for him.

She sighs as she tries to recall her dream. Her very vague and annoying dream that will not go away. She must be losing it already after having recently lost three people in her life. Elena stops rubbing her eyes to rest them on her forehead with her head down. It's … peculiar. One would think that she would be more hurt and guilty by the thought that just came to her mind but she's not … which weirded her out.

"Hey, I got your message," the sound of Caroline's voice entered Elena's space at which she lifts her head to blearily look at the young blonde vampire that is one of her childhood best friends. The vampire winces a bit at the sight of her obviously tired friend and asks sympathetically, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Umm. I'm good. Dealing but I'm getting there." Elena is grateful to see Caroline and she is happy to have a distraction from all of her cryptic dreams.

The two of them talk for a while before Caroline is called away by Tyler. Lately, those two have been hanging around each other more. After Caroline's fall out with Matt, Elena is happy to see her friend have some happiness.

Elena blinks as her eyesight starts going fuzzy. She shuts her eyes and reopens them numerous times but to her panic, nothing changes. Elena stands up and out of her seat except the first step she makes, her world tilts and her eyes shut again. She blindly grabs onto whatever came into reach, uncaring to the clattering noises only focused on the whisper came in her ear.

"Would you live for me?"

The call of her name snaps her out of her head and Elena peels her eyes open to see her younger brother Jeremy holding onto her in concern. She smiles weakly at him, covering his hand on her shoulder with her hand.

"I'm okay, Jer." Elena reassures him and Jeremy looks into her eyes as if examining her for any lies.

"Are you sure? You don't look so good, Lena."

"I'm fine. I just need some rest." Waving off her brother's worries, Elena staggers a bit out of The Mystic Grill.

Once Elena feels the wind brush against her skin, she only makes a few more steps before grasping on to one of the unoccupied outdoor chairs. She sighs in relief as her dizziness and fuzziness faded away. Ever since the sacrifice, she hasn't been feeling like herself and her family and friends just began to notice. But her episodes have only worsened as time passes and her dreams becomes clearer; yet, at the same time, it's like her dreams are telling her that she isn't ready to know the reason behind her dreams.

Deciding against her initial decision to go back home, Elena takes a walk around town. She wanders aimlessly, lost in her thoughts of trying to decipher her dreams. Her hand twitches subconsciously and Elena looks at said hand. After all the trouble she's currently going through, one would think that her twitching is another side effect she's been having since the sacrifice.

Actually, she's had twitches since her parent's car accident. Elena never understood as to why but doctors have told her that her tremors are signs of trauma since she was the only one who survived the accident. It's all mental stuff that she's had trouble understanding because her tremors still occur after having dealt with her parent's death. Once school had ended that year, Elena left town to get better treatment.

She doesn't completely remember what happened that summer, so consumed with grief and depression from her loss that it impaired her memory somewhat. Elena didn't think twice about that summer after returning to Mystic Falls. All she could think about is moving on and doing her best to help her brother, who she found out was still doing drugs at the time.

Elena slows down her footsteps and tilts her head to the sound of hard thuds, loud clinks, and short yells. She turns her head to look at the building beside her. After examining the contents inside, Elena takes a few steps back to look back at the name of the building and realizes this was the town gym. She tries to see more closely of what's going on inside through window but she's only able to make out some figures and a front desk but nothing clearly. Her curiosity takes over and Elena moves over to the entrance, walking inside the building.

The sounds she initially heard came at her louder and looks over to where it is originating from. She sees two men in a boxing ring, sparring. Suddenly time slows before her eyes along with the fighters in the ring and now Elena sees the calculated movements of each fighter. Her eyes sharpened and her lips part as exhilaration fills her, unknowing that her hand starts to twitch. She doesn't notice until the last moment that she has moved closer to the ring.

"Hey, mind if I join in?" A voice calls out and the fighters stop, turning to look at Elena. She realizes it was her who spoke and to her surprise, she didn't mind. All she knows is that she wants a piece of the action even though it hasn't caught up to her yet that she doesn't know how to fight.

They were hesitant along with their trainer but after some persuasion, they allowed her to fight. A short while later after changing into the gym clothes and equipment the trainer gave her, she exits the changing room with her hair pulled up. She stretches her muscles to warm up before Elena jumps into the ring. The trainer wanted to go easy on her with one fighter but Elena insisted on going up against two instead. Eventually the trainer gave in to her demands, seeing how stubborn she is on the matter.

Moments later the trainer and just about anyone in the gym is left gaping at Elena, who gets out of the boxing ring unscathed while the two trained fighters she went up against are left exhausted on the floor. A satisfied smile is on full display on her face as Elena walks into the women's changing room. Who knew that fighting can be so much fun?

She was taking off the gym clothes and gloves the trainer provided for her when Elena's movements came to a halt. Suddenly the high she was on from fighting died down and reality settled within her of what she has done. Slowly she raises her hands closer to her face as they begin to shake. For once Elena wishes at that moment that her shaking is caused by her mental trauma.

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What do you think? So far, I think we're up to a good start.

R&R please! With constructive criticism as always.