Okay, so a few years ago I started a Joker/Harley kid series….and lost all interest. This is the re-write of that series, with better writing, storyline and characterisation. :)
Please read and review :)
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"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
Joker snarled in frustration when he tried to put his son's shoes on….only to be kicked in the head again and again and again. "Kid, if you hit me one more time, I'm going to-"
Before he could finish the sentence, Jesse lashed out again, this time hitting Joker on the nose. Whilst it didn't break, Joker still yelled in pain as he felt blood drip from his nose.
"Why you little brat!"
In anger, the Joker leapt to his feet, shoes still in his hand. He threw them against the wall, causing a loud thud to echo throughout the apartment. He spun to glare at his son, who was simply glaring back.
"Why so unhappy you little rat?!" Joker hissed, removing a switchblade from his pocket, "Let's put a smile on that face."
He stepped closer and closer, brandishing the knife so that his son could see it….but Jesse clearly wasn't bothered, and continued to glare at the man.
Once reaching Jesse, Joker grabbed his son by his t-shirt (with a clown's face on it) and pulled him close. With the other hand, he rested the blade on Jesse's cheek. Now knowing that his Dad was serious, Jesse began to sob, tears dripping down his cheeks and pooling slightly on the knife blade.
"Yeah…." Chuckled Joker, "….you're scared now aren't you?"
Without warning, Jesse then began to scream….which attracted the wrong attention.
"Jester? Jester what's wrong-PUDDIN' NO!"
Joker growled when he felt the arm containing the blade being pulled away from his son. "Harley, let go of me!"
"NO! Don't hurt him!"
With another growl, Joker dropped Jesse to the ground and wrenched his arm free, then spinning around to backhand Harley to the ground.
"He is my son!" Joker turned away to glare at Jesse, "And I'll discipline him however I like!"
"NO!"
This time, Harley's scream was joined by a hard hit to the Joker's head, sending him falling to the ground. "SHIT!"
Whilst the Joker was distracted with the pain, Harley snatched Jesse up off the ground and raced into a separate room, being sure to lock the door behind her. Soon afterwards, the Joker began to bang on the door, screaming and cursing at her.
"Let me in now whore! Do you hear me! LET. ME. IN!"
Harley remained quiet, clutching Jesse close to her chest until the Joker cursed at her one last time before storming off down the corridor. After it was clear that the coast was clear, Jesse twisted around in his mother's arms and stuck his tongue out at the door.
"Now, now honey…." Cooed Harley, gently stroking her son's hair, "…your Daddy is just in a bad mood. He doesn't mean all of those nasty words."
Jesse just babbled quietly, tears still streaming down his face. Harley sighed at this, gently rocking her son back and forth as she began to hum softly, remembering an old song from her childhood.
"You've seen the damage words can do,
When full of thoughtless pride,
Now heed the wiser voice in you,
That calls to be your guide,
The flowers reaching for the sun are all uniquely blessed,
But though each is special not a one is better than the rest
Bloom, bloom, may you know,
The wisdom only time breeds,
There's room, bloom and you'll grow,
To follow where your heart leads,
Bloom and may you bring,
Your colours to the vast bouquet,
There's room, bloom, learn one thing,
Your gifts are meant to give away."
As the song came to a finish, Harley twirled a strand of her son's hair around her finger, her eyes still focused on the door.
"Mommy?"
Harley gasped in shock, lifting Jesse up to her eye level and beaming at him. "What did you say honey?!"
There was silence for a few moments, before Jesse giggled and held out his arms. "Mommy!"
This caused Harley to squeal in joy, giggling when Jesse attempted to mimic her. Completely forgetting the earlier fight, she rushed out of the room and sped towards the main living room.
In there, the Joker was seating at his desk, clearly sulking as he peaked through the gaps in the blinds.
"Puddin'! Puddin'!" squealed Harley, racing up to him, "He's talkin'! He's talkin'!"
Joker snarled at her, taking a breath to probably scream at her….but he was interrupted.
"Mommy! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!"
The Joker's eyes went wide as his permanent grin seemed to grow even wider. "Well listen to you kiddo!" he cheered, lifting Jesse out of Harley's arms and into his own, "But you've got to say Daddy now! Dad-dee….come on kid!"
Silence.
"Dad-dee…" prompted the Joker again.
Jesse frowned at him, before taking a deep breath. "Dad-dee…"
"Yeah! And again!"
"Dad-dy. Daddy!"
Harley clapped her hands together in excitement, "Isn't this great Puddin'?!"
"It sure is honey…" chuckled Joker, sitting back down with Jesse on his lap. With a steadying hand on his son's back, Joker used his other hand to tickle the bottom of Jesse's feet, "…and I know why you didn't want to wear those nasty shoes! They were too dull weren't they Jester?! Not colourful enough for my little clown!"
Jesse just giggled, clapping his hands together as Joker continued to tickle his feet. Harley nodded in agreement with her lover's statement, "I think a shopping spree is in order!" she whooped, "I'll go call Red!"
She skipped out of the room without even waiting for a reply, leaving the Joker and Jesse staring after her. "Don't worry kiddo…" chuckled Joker, "….Harley will manage it. Meanwhile, let's have some Father-Son bonding time, huh? I'll let you play with my knife collection?"
"Daddy!"
"Atta boy!"
