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Bonus 4: Harley Quinn
Location: Downtown Gotham-Vemon Night Club
"It is an honor to meet you," the thug leader said to the Joker. Joker didn't even look to him. He was watching with rapt attention as Harley swayed and twirled to the music pouring out of the loudspeakers. He loved to see her dance. She was his and his alone. He decided each day if she lived of died. He made sure everyone knew to whom she belonged. However, business couldn't be delayed and even his henchmen could easily pick up on his distraction, not that he really chose to conceal it from anyone. Harley had consumed him since she arrived at his cell door all those years ago, wanting to save him and in the end he "saved" her.
"You're a lucky man. Got a bad bitch," the thug leader remarked carelessly as he followed the Joker's line of sight to Harley in the crowd of undulating dancers. The leaders mistake was there, and he was in trouble. The Joker was many things and his vindictive and jealous nature was something to fear.
"Oh, that she is," Joker remarked enthusiastically, if not over theatrically knowing this man was about to meet his death for such an insult, "The fire in my blood. The goddess of my world. The one, the only, the infamous Harley Quinn!"
He lets out a sharp whistle, the signal he had for Harley to come to his side. Halting mid dance Harley came over to their section, her smile and demeanor infectious with laughter and seduction.
"Puddin'," she said demurely with a smile gracing her blood red lips and she climbed over the railing separating the lounge and the dance floor. Joker could feel the uneasy in his companion at her mere presence.
"Listen, you are my gift to this man. You belong to him now," Joker declared with a grandiose gesture to the thug, though his face was deadly with simmering rage.
"Ooh, you're cute," Harley cooed moving closer and then sitting the thug's lap. "You want me? I'm all yours," she agreed with a snap of her teeth in a mock bite startling the man.
Noticing how Joker's eyes were filled with fire and fury, the warlock immediately tried to backtrack over his previous comment about Harley.
"I don't want no beef!" He cried pleadingly to Joker, looking as afraid for his life.
"You don't want no beef?" Joker asked mockingly, gesturing wildly with his hands at the man.
"What's wrong, you don't like me? Fine! Don't waste my time then," Harley huffed in a dramatic annoyance before moving off his lap and sitting next to Joker on the lounge seat. Joker's arm now moved around her waist, staking his claim for everyone to see.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Joker asked the thug who now looked positively ill at his mistake.
"No. That's your lady, Joker," he replied instantly his eyes now closing in on the knife that Joker was twirling in his free hand with dexterity and grace.
"That's right!" Joker growled before lunging across at the man and slashing his knife across the warlock's throat, killing him instantly.
~JUSTICE LEAGUE~
Location: Joker's Hideout
That night Harley and Jokers laid in bed sleeping. Joker was dreaming of his victims. Their screams and begs being that of a lullaby to blood he had spilt painted his dream world red with laughter. Harley, on the other hand, was tormented. Her dreams were of a time not yet come and never to be again. She saw her capture, her torture, and the Joker's betrayal. She saw everything and it woke her with a scream.
"SHUT UP," Joker yeller, waking at her scream and slapping her. Harley laid still for a moment, getting her crib on where and when she was.
"I'm sorry, Puddin'," Harley said, moving to straddle Joker's back as he lay in bed with her, "Let me make up for it."
"I don'y know why I put up with your worthlessness," Joker said. And for the first time Harley heard the words without the filter of her blind love for him.
"I'm sorry, Mister J," Harley said, slowing massaging him.
"Useless," Joker sighed, as Harley worked on his back.
"You know I was a good child, did my homework, ate my vegetables, kissed my mother goodnight," Harley said, getting every knots she could, "I was patient. I was kind. But it wasn't enough. Then I met you, and I started to think that good things don't actually come to those who wait."
"Good in a weakness. A weakness I gladly beat out of you," Joker said, turning over so Harley was straddling his first.
"We behaved as well as we could, for as long as we could, and now it's time to try something else," Harley said, "We came screaming into this world. How can we possibly leave it without a fight?"
"Aren't you a little thinker tonight," Joker said, before pulling her down for a kiss," Joker said. Harley kissed him back, and moved her hands to his hair.
"I have be your Harley Quinn for over a decade," Harley said, pulling away from the kiss, "I am know as the Joker's Bride...the Maid of Mischief...the Queen of Arkham...and yet-"
"What," Joker growled, and Harley moved her hand to the knife Joker kept under his pillow.
"I deserved more," Harley said, pulling the knife out and slitting his throat before burying the knife in his heart.
"Would you look at that," Harley said, after a few moments, "You did die with a smile on your face."
Author's Note:
Suicide Squad was a decent movie. Could it have been better? Yes, but I'm just glad that they finally made it.
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