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"A king with no Queen- a version of chapter 7 from the Joker" also crosses with the prompt

"The joker realising he loves Harley"

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They should know better than to take what isn't theirs, especially when it belongs to homicidal maniacs like the Joker. They should have known he would find a way around that flimsy bomb implanted in her neck. He always went back for Harley- it didn't matter who was in the middle- who stood between them because they wouldn't be there long.

"Boss we got a problem!" both clowns turned to see a missile was heading straight for them- these people needed to learn that they always survived-

Always.

"This bird is baked," the Joker said calmly as he glanced over the edge, "Ok honey, just me and you," his eyes where dark, excited

"Let's do it," she grinned but before they could move or respond there was a great lurch as the helicopter spun uncontrollably to the side

The Joker was thrown roughly against the wall of the helicopter and his grip on Harley faltered. She fell back over the edge. His heart stopped, everything stopped. Harley fell through the air reaching desperately for the Joker, he leaned forwards trying to catch her but she was out of his reach.

He screamed and scrabbled for her but she was already gone.

The Helicopter span away and Harley was out of sight. Something inside of him snapped. He didn't seem to care anymore if the bird was baked, if the helicopter crashed. The queen was dead and what's a king without a queen?

There could never be another Harley Quinn, another queen clown of Gotham. It was their empire and theirs alone. The helicopter lurched sending the Joker crashing into the side. There was another burst of flames and the helicopter spiralled closer to the ground.

He could feel the heat; see the burning orange of the flames and black of the city. It all blurred together but this was not how the Joker would die. He was the King, the clown, the infamous Joker- he wasn't going to die in anything as mundane as a helicopter crash.

He could see the black rope that he had used to save Harley curled up in the corner like a black snake. The Joker jostled and slid towards it, fighting against the blur of the city and the flicker of flames. He locked his hands around it and pulled.

He leaned closer to the edge watching as they plummeted towards the hard cement and the glass of the skyscrapers. He caught glimpses of glass and the black of the roads, his hands where locked tightly around the rope and he jumped.

He felt weightless in the air as he soared to the ground, his hands still locked around the rope. His hands burned and his joints pulled as the rope tensed and his feet hit the floor. he ran off the pressure, his legs burning.

As he walked around the corner he heard the crash as the helicopter collided with the rest of the world and erupted into uncontrollable flames. He didn't even turn to look. He no longer cared, he had nothing left.

Harley was gone,

All that work, all that effort to find her, to fix her-to turn her into Harley Quinn wasted. He could hear her catcalling laugh and her wide taunting grin swam before his eyes. His chest burned and he swallowed back a scream.

He had always been intrigued by her, entranced by her. by the fearless doctor who was just as smart and had no fear. She didn't fear his infamous howl of laughter or his signature grin. She was his equal –

Just as smart

Just as fearless

Just as crazy.

He was going to kill that bat- he was going to find him and he was going to destroy the very memory of the batman. If he hadn't taken Harley she would never have fallen, never have been lost. If he had never left her in that car she would still have been at his side.

So many factors

So many problems that he couldn't fix.

The Joker had the power to do many things but bringing back the dead sure as hell wasn't one of them. Something in his chest burned and his whole being screamed in protest. He wanted her back, after everything they had done- after he followed her across Gotham, after he protected her, after he dived in after her

It was all for nothing

He pounded his chest with a fist, desperate to stop the screaming emotions and feelings that roared, the weakness of an attachment but Harley wasn't his weakness

She was his strength

He had found something in her that no one had ever presented him with before. She was a challenge, she was exciting and intriguing, and she was unexpected and unusual. She was completely unique.

Hollowness ruled him; he was nothing but an empty shell without his queen.

that was the unusual truth- one that many could never comprehend;

The Joker had loved Harley Quinn, and always would-

the cold hearted couple

damaged and rotten

Their Empire would fall as their hearts shattered.

After everything that he had done- everyone who had been killed at his hand there was still a small chunk of his heart left untouched by evil

Even if it was damaged and twisted- it most definitely belongs to a certain girl who was Just as broken and insane-

Called Harley Quinn- the Queen Clown of Gotham City

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