A/N: Hellloooo. Sorry this was bugging the piss out of me and had to come out so I can get back to my other stories. Warning...abuse and other graphic content amongst other things...
Edit: Christ...this is why you shouldn't drink and write lol.
"Dollface, I have a surprise for yooouuu. Have you, uh, been a good girl?"
Joker sung as he kicked open the door to the small apartment in the old dilapidated complex him and his men were using as a temporary base. All day he couldn't wait to get back, not even having the Chechen cut up and fed to his dogs had taken his mind off of returning.
Not seeing the pinkette at least sitting on the sofa waiting for him or hearing the pitter patter of her feet across the wooden floorboards, irked him to no ends. There was no way she hadn't heard him... He always made sure to make plenty of noise on his way up to alert her of his presence... She knew better than to ignore him.
'I'm gonna have to punish her again...I guess I'll just have try not being so heavy-handed with the condition she's in...'
Smacking his lips as he looked up at the ceiling, the Clown Prince sighed as he pulled off his belt. Why did she have to make him do this? Couldn't she just listen to what he said? He did things for a reason and to be honest, he really thought she was on board now... She'd been doing so well!
"Sakuraaa?" The greasepaint he'd been wearing since morning cracked as the agitated muscled in his face moved. Didn't she realize by now that this was the best part of his day? Did it really mean that little to her?
"Where are my babies at?" Perhaps the pinkette was feeling ill again and was just taking a nap? That had to be it! She wouldn't purposefully ignore him knowing how much it sent him reeling. Neither of them liked it when he was enraged...especially the clown himself. It didn't bring him joy anymore to cause her pain.
Everyday he just looked forward to coming back and seeing her bright face waiting for him. That was originally the only part of her that was usually intentionally avoided during his erratic episodes. Occasionally when she'd become too mouthy for her own good, he'd take a swipe at her face only to regret it later on. A face like that shouldn't have a mark on it...far too delicate and beautiful even for his artistry.
These days, he tried avoiding striking her at all... He didn't want to cause harm to his child she was carrying or make her miscarry. If she did, the world of pain he would have to inflict was almost too much for even him to bear...
Stepping across the threshold, his dress shoes made the floorboards creak as he walked, hoping the noise would draw her out of wherever she was hiding.
Perhaps Harley had been foolish enough to come in again when he wasn't around? Hadn't he taught that foolish blonde a good enough lesson last time? Would he have to put an end to that crazed obsessive woman after all?
He hated it when Sakura hid... This apartment was for her to stay in so he had somewhere to be alone with her. The former doctor didn't like it. Not. One. Bit...
When the Clown Prince started noticing bruises in places he couldn't remember doing himself, the rage throughout the complex couldn't be contained. If Rocco hadn't reminded him of how useful the blonde had become occasionally, he would have continued beating her to death after taking out his anger on a handful of henchmen.
Joker didn't care if she was jealous or worshipped the ground he walked on. A woman like her wasn't going to get in the way of what he wanted, especially not someone like Harleen Quinzel.
After breaking out of Arkham, they had their fun...Killing, fucking, robbing places, blowing things up... It had been a good time. It didn't last long though... You can only have someone begging for your attention and cock so many times before it became...boring. Always down for anything and everything he wanted to do. Sure, she'd hit him back, sometimes even yell.
Sometimes you have an empty hole inside you that needed to be filled. He didn't want someone just like him and that's what she had tried to model Harley Quinn after... It was only a character Harleen created to try to suit his desires. There was nothing genuine about it...
That was when he met that woman who screwed up his entire routine...
After passing out in an alleyway with a piece of shrapnel imbedded itself into his side from one of his home made explosives...he woke up to a very different scene.
Lying on a couch in a warm apartment, he'd been shocked at the sight of a pink haired woman trying to nurse him back to health. The only thing more surprising than the color scheme of this person was the way her green eyes didn't stare at his scars or even seemed horrified when she cleaned the greasepaint from his skin, revealing them.
Didn't even bat an eye! Took a complete stranger into her home, not realizing or caring who he was and gently cleaning and bandaging him up. He couldn't help laughing at her foolishness or leaning into her soft, delicate hands as she cared for him. No one else had ever tried doing such a thing without being horrified or disgusted...
It was after she left for her shift at the hospital a few days later that he disappeared without even a thank you. He wasn't a monster after all... It was only a week later that he did come to show his appreciation.
Seems that the pinkette didn't want him to show his gratitude.. It didn't matter, he did it anyway... Everyone in Gotham learned the hard way that whenever the Joker wanted something, he damn well got it.
And learn she did...
It took some time to break her in after giving her a new home. She didn't seem to like the moving arrangements, but as with all things new, people had to learn to accept change. Sometimes it took others longer than he'd like.
Months and months...
Harley had thrown a fit when he'd drug the unconscious woman through the doors of the complex, scratching and hitting him in her anger. A few fists thrown later and the blonde was back in her place. Who was she to tell him what to do? Just because he allowed her to keep living and didn't mind sticking it in every now and then, doesn't mean that whore could make decisions on anything.
"I'll kill that little bitch!" Rocco had to calm him down enough to let go of her neck as her face turned blue.
Every night he went to the apartment he gifted Sakura and every night she'd fight him tooth and nail. Couldn't she see that he just wanted to spend time together? That he didn't like having to carve into her skin to show her who she belonged to? Hated having to beat her into submission? If only she knew how much those moments meant to him, maybe she would have been more grateful.
"I hate you... I hate you!" Sakura hadn't meant it, she was just upset at the blood that stained the new bed and silk sheets had gotten just for her.
Why couldn't she appreciate all the effort he put into their relationship? Harley would have died a happy woman if he'd put 1/100th of that into her. However, it wasn't the doctor who took up the extra space in his mind that wasn't dedicated to his schemes...it was her. He didn't want a cartoon character to run their fingers through his faded green wavy locks, it was her delicate hands he wanted to trace his scars and make him feel whole.
It took a long time, but he was able to coerce the pinkette into doing it. After all, he didn't want to have to keep hitting and cutting into her pale flesh anymore than he already had too... That was the sacrifices you make for love though...
There was nothing better after a long day than to come home and have a beautiful woman wipe off your mask and tenderly caress your bare face. Even Harley had never managed to receive that luxury. Whether it was through fear of pain or reluctant, it didn't matter anymore... He knew she learned to love him. What better way to show it than allowing her to carve into his own flesh with a blade and etch her name into his skin? He couldn't think of a more fitting tribute for the woman who stole his little black heart.
Months had gone by fast, much faster than he cared to think about. Soon the pinkette had learned her place as she waited for him in the living room or the bed, where ever wanted her to be. They started a new routine together, one he relished everyday at the thought of. There was something to finally look forward too.
Harley didn't care for it. Not. At. All... Such a greedy, selfish woman... That's why she could never be the one he chose. She was more than willing to die for him, but that was far too easy. It only takes a second to take a bullet for someone... It's living for another person that shows true dedication and artistry.
Anyone can just go out and buy a car. It's keeping that car in mint condition for years that shows how much it truly means to its owner.
That's what Harleen was... Just a motorcycle that he'd bought on a whim, rode for a while, then discarded in the junkyard. Sakura...now that was a different story. She was a prized luxury car that he would clean and polish everyday as long as it was his.
Poor Harley couldn't understand the reference...
The blonde had gotten far too cocky and arrogant... Waiting until he left to sneak up into the apartment where the pinkette had been confined, using his absence to take her anger out on his most prized possession. She had so many bruises to begin with that he hadn't noticed right away. After seeing a mark on her precious face, he'd known something was up. And everyone paid for it that night...
The Clown Prince would try to make up for it the best way he knew how. Buying the small woman anything a lady could ever want, revealing the tender side of himself as he washed away the blood and bandaged her carefully just as she had done long ago. She learned to appreciate it and him. There wasn't much of a choice, he never gave her one.
The nights were like a dream come true, her hands running through his hair, kissing the scars around his mouth like no one had ever done. Listening to his plans and offering advice when he'd ask for it on the rare occasions he wasn't feeling very creative. Instead of trying to run away and making him hurt her to the point she couldn't leave the bed, she stayed...waiting for him to return to show how much he appreciated her compliance.
Joker had been as patient and understanding as a mad clown could be, but his hard work paid off. Now she was everything he wanted her to be...
"Sakura?" Not hearing anything, he stomped through the apartment as his temper was getting the best of him. Either Harley was going to be punished heavily or Sakura was going to have deal with the scratches along her back as he yanked her around the bed in his frenzy... One way or another, someone was going to pay for her absence after he had been waiting all day to come home.
The door to their bedroom was closed, something he never like when he came back. She knew better. The only time it was to wasn't suppose to be open was in his absence. He didn't want anyone else coming in here or seeing her. She existed only for his eyes and attention. He'd tortured and killed quite a few henchmen since their relationship started. Unwarranted looks, grazing eyes, careless hands or attention. It didn't take much to get his jealousy roaring in anger. That's one of the reason he kept her locked up in here. She was the only peaceful part of his life and he refused to share it with anyone else.
Grabbing the handle, the urge to kick it down had been quelled by his possessiveness and want of a barrier between his little slice of heaven and the rest of the building. If he destroyed the door, it gave someone an opportunity to "get lost" and wander in.
Twisting the knob, his brows furrowed as he realized it had been locked. It shouldn't have been...Sakura knew better than to try locking him out. It would only take maybe 15 seconds to pick it anyway. She learned that a long time ago.
Throwing his weight against the door, it gave way fairly easily as it slammed into the wall of the dim room. Stepping into the room and letting his eyes readjust to his surroundings, he froze on the spot.
"No...no...no..." Dark eyes widened as he tried not to lose his balance, his knees trembling beneath him.
Launching himself onto the mattress, he grabbed at the body lying on top of the sheets. All he could see was red and pink everywhere. Held tightly in her fist was the knife he gifted to her a few weeks ago for their anniversary that was to keep her safe while he was gone.
A lump formed in his throat as the shook her, trying to make the pinkette wake up and stop playing games. This joke wasn't funny. Not. At. All...
Blood smeared on his green waistcoat and purple pants as he pulled her cold body off against him, smacking his shaking gloved hand against her cheek. That would wake her up, right? She always hated it when he did that...
"Sakura...come on, dollface." Dark eyes stared down at her wildly, desperately trying to get some sort of reaction from her. Why wouldn't she wake up? He was home now.. Didn't she realize this was the only thing he looked forward to?
"Enough screwing around. LOOK. AT. ME." The voice he used in his videos almost always made her listen...but she didn't move a muscle. Panic started to overwhelm him as the corner of his scarred mouth twitched.
"Don't make me beg... Wake up! I said wake up!" His voice turned into an angry growl, that would always scared her straight.
The soft fabric hugging her body was no longer the wonderful emerald green color he enjoyed seeing her wear so much. It turned almost black in the dim lighting as the fluids from the deep slashes engraved into her wrists bled out.
"Please... Wake up... I'm sorry, just wake up..." If it was pleading she wanted so badly, he had no choice but to give it if that's what it took. He could tell she was just sleeping, she always had that peaceful look these days as they slept together in this bed. Was she angry that he'd come home later than usual? Was she upset he hadn't killed that blonde witch yet? Agitated that he spent most of the day tormenting the city she hadn't seen in such a long time?
That was probably it... She was probably irritated the he didn't let her out enough, maybe just needed some fresh air.
Laying her down against the soaked sheets, he stomped over to the window, punching the board that blocked the view of The Narrows out of the way. The moonlight came in through the broken part of the wall, letting the cool autumn air into the room.
"Look...I'm willing to compromise, see?" Kneeling back onto the mattress, he was at a loss when she still wouldn't wake up.
"Please...Don't do this to me... I said I was sorry, Sakura.." His dark eyes burned as he sat down on the damp silk, pulling her limp form onto his lap. He didn't know what to do... The Clown Prince always knew what to do...
The trembling in his limbs wouldn't stop as he pulled her closer, burying his nose into her hair. Wrapping his arms around her, the pounding in his chest almost convinced him that it had been coming from the pinkette. A gloved hand reached down, running his fingers over her almost flat stomach. If she wasn't going to wake up, that meant the baby wouldn't either...
Hot angry tears made the paint on his face run down his pale skin into the pink hair that still felt so soft to the touch. Leaning her head back, he pressed his trembling lips against hers, smearing red along her mouth, leaving the woman with a terrible smile she was unwilling to give him.
Pulling back, he stared at her face, wishing that she'd just open her eyes even if it was just to glare at him. Dark eyes widened seeing the dark mark along her jaw and down her neck... They hadn't been there when he left this morning...
Prying the knife out of her fingers in a blind rage, he laid her down against the bed, stomping out of the room.
Of course... Sakura never would have left him willingly...She wouldn't have...Not in a million years.
Ripping the door to the apartment almost off its hinges, the Clown Prince took the stars a couple at a time barely seeing anything over the blinding hot anger. Reaching the bottom, the henchmen who noticed him covered in blood after coming from upstairs scurried off as quickly as possible. Right now, there wouldn't be a single thing Rocco could say or do to stop him.
"Harley, I have a surprise for yooouuu. Have you, uh, been a good girl?"