I recently saw Suicide Squad and I'll say this, the critics are being jerks. The storyline of the story leaves something to be desired but let's be honest, it's really about the Joker and Harley Quinn…. *sigh* Anyway, this is a one shot of the joker pining after his Harley Quinn, based off a scene in the movie. Which should have been called "The Love of Harley and Joker" It's my first time writing with the Joker so be gentle with me. Could be more to follow..
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"WHERE IS SHE?!" Joker's voice pierced loudly through the air but the penthouse merely echoed back, mocking him with its empty halls. No pitter-patter of dainty feet came running, her voice didn't call out to assure him she was near, like she was supposed to be.
She was gone and something in his chest ached… It was disgusting and he needed it fixed, NOW.
Batsy thought he could play a joke on him, did he? Whisking his precious harlequin away! She wasn't at Arkham, he'd done everything but burn it to the ground looking for her but it seemed the good ol' bat had wisened to their act.
Joker ripped at his hair, letting out a cackle but it did no good. His one appreciative audience was not there… The cackle evolved into some twisted form of laughter and sobs from a madman's dream but just before the Joker could reach for a new depth of insanity, the door opened.
He sat straight up, throwing his knife. It landed solidly in the door frame, gold handle glinting just inches from Frost's face.
"Where is she?" Joker repeated, his voice deathly quiet.
"We got a lead on her, boss. They're keeping her in some backwater hellhole in Louisiana." Frost responded, seemingly unaffected by the Joker's temperament.
Good old Jonny.
A large and frightening smile spread across Jokers features as he lay back amidst all his useless toys, imagining everyone who would bleed on his merry crusade. "Ready the car." He said, laughing now in an almost giddy delirium. "We're going out."