This is my first story in a long while. I figured I'd venture into the amazing world of Suicide Squad as many others have. I will be playing with the characters, yet sadly I don't own them. Boo. But if I did I'd be rich. It is a origin story for Harley Quinn and her roots with the Joker. In this Harley won't be another ditz or sex bot. She has strength to her. On with the story then. I reread this and tried to fix all the grammar issues. So sorry about that though.
Harleen POV
She left me. My roommate left me in downtown Gotham by myself.
I hadn't actually wanted to go out tonight. Especially after my father's gift had arrived. He sent me a gift, not as a graduation present but a reminder of the anniversary of my mothers death. I tried to stop the dark chuckle that threatened to escape my mouth. To many tears had been shed over that. It slipped out of mouth and shook the bones of the near bystanders. I enjoyed the almost deafening silence of the dark alleyway. Ever since I graduated from high school I didn't party, I didn't drink not after what happened, that one time. Everyone said it'll help you relax, but it didn't take long for me to be sitting in a corner reliving every moment of that night. Fortunately this time I was barely drunk and I could only hear the shadowy echo's in the deepest recesses of my mind that I had trapped it in.
My friend had "went to the restroom" about 3 hours ago and I had given up hope that she was even still in the club. I drifted over to the bystanders before stumbling into one of them. He sneered something before shoving me away from the group causing me to teeter on my 5 inch heels. I caught myself on the throbbing wall of the club I had left.
This time I couldn't stifle the giggle that slipped through my parted lips and before long it turned into a full laugh. A laugh that shook me to my very core. It felt so good to laugh after spending so many years in the past crying. It allowed me an escape from everything, my dad, graduation, stress, life. I suppose this is the clearest response I could give to my dad, laughing in his face. A response to the newest tape he had sent me of the night he had murdered my mother. I was officially, as of tomorrow, A Doctor of Psychology. The ceremony tomorrow had me at the top of my class, a honor I had worked my ass off for. I felt myself winding down from the laugh breathless and exhilarated. A thick, burly arm wrapped around my chest, while a hand shot out to muffle any noise from my mouth. The arms yanked me further into the dark alley, A voided area with a lonely street light that flickered briefly in and out. I could see small dim flashes of the man's beefy, hairy arms before his voice broke the silence that seemed to cling to this area so far away from the club.
"Hey, Chuckles" he whispered into my ear. His breath had me gagging against his hand that was still there. I tried to jerk my chin out of his grip but that only caused him to grip tighter on both my chin and my flimsy club shirt. " Oh don't be like that, you want it, you all do". He growled out ripped my shirt. " You stay quite like, and I'll be-" The man ceased speaking. I glanced back in fear just in time to hear the metallic sound of a guns' hammer being pulled back. I nervously looked into the shadows, trying to look for my would be hero. The man behind me yelled into the shadows, "Who the fuck you think you are?" My eyes strained to adjust to the flickering light overhead, blinking furiously I could just make out flashes of pale skin, and just the barest flicker of neon green hair. I felt the frown pull at my face, none of that makes the slightest sense and yet a confident yet quiet voice spoke from the shadows. "Well, friend, I am annoyed that you're imposing on my turf, playing with young little toys that aren't yours to begin with." "Oh, Joker. I'm so sorry." The man behind me shuffles uneasily. He quickly dropped his arms from around me as if I had burned him. I dropped onto the floor of the alley way sitting for a moment. The man begins to apologize incessantly, begging his pardon while the Jokers' focus had already shifted to me. He walked casually over to me, leaning down he coaxed me to the feet. I stared up into icy blue eyes. My eyes drifted over his face, a J tattoo on his cheek, neon green slicked back hair, diamond stud earrings sitting in his ear lobes. A smile spread on his face and strangely enough I mirrored his action. His face took on a frown and he pulled me even further into the shelter of his arms.
The thug was still blubbering apologies causing Joker tilt his head at him, yet he hadn't moved his gun from its direction of being pointed squarely at the thug. "I don't appreciate you being here, nor do I appreciate you playing with My toys." Joker said in a cackling voice. He looked down at me, looked through me almost, and judged me. I could feel Gotham's cold wind through my ripped shirt, sweat dripping down my back, yet no tears graced my face. "Don't worry toots, I can put a smile back on that face." Without breaking eye contact, he pulled the trigger and effectively blew my attackers face off. Blood and brain splattered both of us, I could feel it running down me. Joker grinned down at me and quickly gathered me closer under his shoulder moving us down the still empty alley toward a street light. "So, toots, besides having fun with thugs, what do you do for fun?" I stared up at him as he practically skipped us down the block and to the left, further into downtown. I must simply attract psycos. I jokingly think to myself. No words seemed to come to mind. I stared up at him and started laughing, pure slightly unhinged laughter filled the surprisingly bitter July air. He turns me to face him and stopped us. "Something funny, toots?" anger lacing his voice . I quickly shook my head. "My thoughts made me laugh. I'm sorry I think alcohol broke my thought process." He nodded considering my words. " Well, toots, where's my thanks?" He asked tilting his head again, his eyes daring me, testing me. I tug on his arm which was still around me and pulled myself up to full height. I inched closer till I was but a mere 3 inches from our noses touching, "Thank you Mr. Joker. The last thing I needed today was to be raped, though it would be a fitting end. I appreciate you saving me." "Oh, toots. What makes you think I saved you? Maybe I just wanted you all to myself.?" He said shaking his head
He pulled away and once again looked me up and down. But I was already shaking my head. " You wouldn't have killed him if that was true. Maybe had him hold me down or even watch but no you killed him." I said it quietly. He frowned, shaking his head. " YOU presume to know me?" " No, it's just you would've already ditched me not kept with you. Maybe already have shot me." I said shyly. He growled, he hand snaked out quickly, like a cobra, and snagged my wrist tightly while the other pulled the gun and rested the still slightly warm and bloody barrel against my temple. " Maybe I want to see if your blood is just as red as his?" he whispered quietly into my ear. I turn myself to face him. "You saved me. My life is in your hand Joker." He frowned, his gun slid from my head to my shoulders and almost caressed my arm to my waist before is settled limply against my hip.
A large beefy man came flying from a near by alley " Boss, Boss," he panted out. I jerked into the Jokers arms, my arms wrapping around his chest. His gun had already leveled with the mans forehead as his free arm pulled me tight to him. The man quickly explained" Boss, he's close, we gotta go. Like real close." Joker nodded a smile graced his brightly painted lips. " Well toots, me and Bats have a game of chess to start. I'd say run but you haven't yet." His smile had anticipation written all over it. He nudged me towards the nearest subway stop. I frowned in confusion even as I felt something drape over my shoulders.
The next few hours passed seamlessly into the early morning. I had stumbled to the subway and was back at my dorm room before I really understood what had happened. I sleep walked into the room before falling into my bed face first.
I woke to a headache and my alarm blaring. I glanced around through barely open eyes. Frowning in confusion, I tried to concentrate on last night. My memories flashed but didn't make any amount of sense. I met the Joker and lived? I sat up and saw a man's suit jacket slide from my shoulders and onto my purple comforter. The quality so fine the silver looked so sparkly, even with flecks of what I assume is blood, is on it. I slowly nodded. I was attacked after I left the club my roommate, which I still didn't see, left me at. I was then saved by the Joker, of all people, and he shot my attacker in front of me. He then walked me to the subway station. I paused looking around strangest night in Gotham ever? Definitely. I looked around most of my belongings were already packed in preparation for a move after graduation. My biggest items were already at my new apartment everything except the essentials which I head left out. I sighed pulling out my already planned outfit and headed to the showers. Tomorrow I stated my internship at Blackgate Prison. I carefully picked up the jacket and slipped it onto my only hanger that I had left after I got back. I pulled it closer my hands smoothing over the fine material and his scent drifted up from it. A husky smell like explosions and a husky smell I couldn't really place. I glanced at my phone 15 minutes to get to the ceremony, I huffed and finished as quick as possible before touching the jacket once more and heading into the world.
